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SECRET LOVE SONG LIM JAEBEOM (ANGST)

/unhappy with your arranged marriage, you find yourself having an affair with the man you fell in love with/

(inspired by & including some lyrics from Secret Love Song by Little Mix feat. Jason Derulo)

'All my heart is yours... it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever'

The words seemed to pour from the pages of the book you were holding, reaching out towards your heart and making it their home.

It wasn't the first time you'd read Jane Eyre, but this sentence, underlined and highlighted from rereading, always stood out. You'd memorised it -- like the words had been written especially for you.

Because it brought to mind the man you loved.

You closed the book, keeping your index finger where you'd stopped, leaning backwards onto the headrest of the bed you shared with your husband.

He was doing work in the spare room he used as his study, and you weren't sure when he'd be done -- he usually slept quite late. What he'd told you during dinner came to mind, and you closed your eyes to ponder on it.

The next day he'd be leaving on a business trip. It would last a few days, and you would be left alone. This thought lingered and you enjoyed the prospect of the brief freedom you'd experience. As you imagined everything you'd be able to do, excitement built inside you, causing your stomach to fill with numerous butterflies.

For it would mean you could spend time with the man you loved. Your husband wasn't that man.

You opened your eyes at the sound of your husband's footfalls.

"Mark?" you asked, surprised. "You're done early?"

"Yeah, I," he hesitated, approaching the bed. "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow and I wanted to spend a little more time with you before I went,"

"Oh," you replied, the sound not coming out at all the way you wanted as guilt settled in your stomach. You hated that you were doing this, being unfaithful to the man who was taking care of you and keeping a roof over your head, the man your parents had chosen for you. But what could you do, when your heart belonged to someone else?

You pulled your lips into a smile and pat the bed next to you. "Alright,"

He got in and laid beside you, arms slipping around your waist. It was quiet, and it was peaceful, but you couldn't seem to let yourself get comfortable. Because the only thing you could think about was Jaebeom.

—

You knocked tentatively on his front door.

Earlier that morning you'd said goodbye to your husband and promised that you'd talk at least once every day. After eating your breakfast alone, you'd decided to go meet with Jaebeom.

Now you were regretting not telling him you were coming. It'd been nearly a week since last being face-to-face, and a small part of you always wondered whether he'd get tired of what was going on between the both of you.

If he'd get tired of hiding your love.

The door opened, and as you found yourself looking into Jaebeom's eyes, those eyes that seemed to hold the universe, you felt previous agitation and nervousness fall away, replaced by a strong, unyielding love.

"Jaebeom," you said, softly.

His eyes were wide, and his lips formed a small smile. Before you could move, he pulled you inside, wrapped his arms around your waist, and swung you around.

You squealed at the suddenness of the action, and you both started giggling.

"I missed you," he told you, sincerely, as he set you down and closed the front door.

"I missed you more," you replied, turning to look at the living room of his apartment.

It was exactly the same as you remembered it, save for papers scattered all over the couch and coffee table.

"Are those...?" you began, approaching the mess and recognising the papers. They were your poems.

Along with reading, you had a love for writing, and you often wrote poems for Jaebeom, or simply left them over at his house.

He hurried in front of you, gathering the papers. "It's supposed to be a surprise, I didn't know you'd be coming today,"

"You were going to surprise me with my own poems?" you asked, confused and amused.

"I..." he struggled, trying not to reveal anything and ruin the gift.

"It's alright," you laughed." I know I'll love it if it's from you,"

Finished with putting the papers into a small stack on the coffee table, he approached you, standing opposite you and reaching his hand to push your hair behind your ear.

"How long can you stay?"

"He'll be away for two days. What should we do?"

"Have fun," he replied simply, before lifting his hand that held yours and spinning you around.

You laughed, and he bent forwards, placing a kiss on your hand. "May I have this dance?"

Smiling, you said "Yes,"

—

You sat on the windowseat in Jaebeom's bedroom, reading one of the books you'd left over.

Paintings covered the wall — he'd done them himself — and there were polaroids scattered around as well. He loved taking pictures. Especially of you.

Immersed in the book you were reading, you didn't register the sound of Jaebeom returning from buying lunch. He set the plastic bags on the dining table before walking down the hallway and entering the bedroom.

His eyes fell on your oblivious self, and he couldn't help but smile. You looked so beautiful in his eyes.

When he reached you and you still hadn't looked up from your book, he stood behind you and gently placed a blush-pink rose in the middle of your book.

Momentarily startled, you looked above to see a smiling Jaebeom. He leant forwards and kissed your forehead, causing you to blush.

"I didn't hear you come in,"

"Mhmm," he acknowledged, sitting next to you and pulling you onto his lap. You twirled the flower between your fingers.

"Where'd you get this?"

"On my way back from buying lunch. It was pretty, and it made me think of you, so I bought a few. The rest are in a vase outside,"

"It's beautiful. I love it, thank you,"

"Do you want to go out tomorrow?"

"Where?"

"It's another surprise," he replied, mysteriously. "Tomorrow is the day before your husband returns, so I wanted us go out,"

You nodded, turning to look out the window. There was a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke. "I wrote a song for you,"

"Really?" you asked excitedly, turning back to him. "You wrote?!"

He laughed softly, embarrassed. "Yes, it's pretty short, though. I just... missed you a lot this past week and, yeah I wrote a song,"

You smiled. "Can I hear it?"

Before he could speak, the both of you were interrupted by your ringtone.

Rising from his lap, you approached the phone you'd left on his desk, among numerous polaroids and pictures. After reading your husband's name on the screen, you picked it up.

After a short while of conversing, you set your phone back down on the table and looked sadly at Jaebeom. "The trip was cut short and he's returning tomorrow morning,"

"Oh," he replied, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice, but he quickly changed his tone. "We have until tonight right? We can still hang out,"

He held your hand and pulled you out of the room and down the hallway. You sat on the couch and he faced you, hands still in yours.

You looked at him expectantly, and he smiled shyly. "Here goes,"

"We keep behind closed doors Every time I see you I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls It'll never be enough

It's obvious you're meant for me Every piece of you it just fits perfectly Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep But it can never be this way

And you know this, We got a love that is hopeless...

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours

Wish we could be like that Why can't we be like that?"

When he looked back up at you, he saw tears pooling in your eyes. He squeezed your hand and smiled comfortingly. "I didn't mean to make you cry,"

You shook your head. "I loved the song, and I... I'm sorry... I don't want us to be like this either, but... my parents... "

It was your parents who'd arranged for you to marry Mark. They'd said he would make you happy, and you knew that he did love you, but it just wasn't in the way you wanted to be loved. It wasn't the way Jaebeom did.

But you didn't want to upset your parents in their old age, and they always looked so happy when you went to visit them with Mark. You couldn't bear to break their hearts now.

He cupped your face and smiled. "I understand, okay? I love you,"

"I love you, too,"

—

The rest of the day flew by way too quickly, as it often does when one is enjoying themself. Soon, you were sitting beside Jaebeom in his car, parked in front of your house. After a few moments of not knowing what to say, he pressed a small polaroid into your hand.

It was a selfie, both of you smiling. You'd taken it earlier that morning, after dancing and running around like children.

In the white space below the picture, he'd written: "I'm yours,"

You smiled, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek. "I have something for you too—" you placed a carefully folded piece of paper in his hand— "I found time to write it after listening to your song. Read it when I leave,"

He nodded, and neither of your broke eye contact until you spoke, regretful that you'd be leaving him once more. "I… I should go now,"

"Alright," he replied as you opened the door. "Till we meet again~"

Smiling, you waved and closed the door behind you, before approaching your house. Jaebeom unfolded the piece of paper you'd given him. It was a poem, and when he finished reading it three times, he smiled and placed it in his phone case.

not a love that is hopeless but a love that is timeless; a love that will still live on for generations to come

in the poems that I wrote, in the things that you composed, in the memories we created in the things that were our favourite,

yes, ours is a love that will never be lost you're forever mine, and I'm forever yours. ____________ this is @yug.fics on instagram!

[yugfics]

GOLDEN JACKSON WANG (FLUFF)

/YOU SPEND THE MORNING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND/

Waking up with Jackson lying by your side was something you were sure you'd never get tired of.

One of his arms lay motionless on your stomach, and the both of you rested comfortably on your bed, entangled in the white silk sheets. You hadn't moved at all since waking, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

Silently, you watched small and sparse dust particles float in the path of sunlight that poured in from the window, tinting the room a beautiful golden shade. You listened to Jackson's steady breaths, his body rising and falling nearly imperceptibly as he took them.

Some time passed, and you grew weary of immobility, lifting your hand to run your fingers through your hair before turning over to face your boyfriend.

You smiled tenderly as your eyes traced his features. It'd been quite a while since you'd spent the night together. Now that he was done with his 'Month of Music', and was no longer hundreds of miles away from you or too busy, you could spend time together.

He started to wake up, opening his eyes to you staring intently at him. His lips curved to form an amused, sleepy smile and he spoke softly. "Hello, there."

You giggled. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning. Ugh, I never want to get up."

"It's alright, get more sleep. I'll make some coffee." Leaning forwards, you kissed his forehead softly before sitting up as gently as possible, not wanting to jolt him too much.

You swung your legs off the side of the bed and out of the soft blanket. Raising your hands above your head, you stretched lightly before standing up.

All you had on were your bra and shorts, having been too tired and contented the night before to find something to wear. As your thoughts became less foggy, you looked around the bedroom.

It was still golden in colour, as dawn rendered everything, making some of the furnishings look somehow prettier. The pile of books you hadn't gotten around to reading looked aesthetically pleasing as it soaked in the sunlight and cast a long shadow on the wall behind it.

Eyes landing on a white shirt that lay draped over your desk chair, you walked over to it and picked it up, noting that it was Jackson's and too large for you. This wasn't a problem, and you slipped your arms into the sleeves, pulling it over you and buttoning it, leaving the top few undone.

Jackson was still asleep, and you decided to get on with the beginning of your day.

***

The smell of coffee was one of the little things that you loved.

You'd spent a little while out on the balcony before you began on your coffee, looking out at the world you could see, observing, imagining, dreaming.

Now you stirred some creamer into your beverage with a teaspoon, suddenly aware of the sound of running water coming from your bedroom.

You threw away the used packet of creamer and the coffee mix, setting two cups of coffee on the table just as Jackson — still shirtless — appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, baby," he said as he approached, stopping by your side and letting his gaze sweeping quickly over you. "Is that my shirt?"

"Mhm," you hummed as a yes. "I felt like wearing it," you explained before leaning forwards and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

He gripped your waist before you could pull away, drawing you closer and deepening the kiss. You began to smile. "You can't control yourself, can you?"

Smirking, he let his hand wander underneath the hem of your shirt. His shirt. "Not when you look like that," he muttered softly in your ear, letting his fingers trace your spine, sending a small shiver through you. A small breath escaped your lips.

"But the coffee... "

He didn't reply for a moment, slipping his hands back around your waist and leaning you against the table. "Mm but I'm a little preoccupied right now,"

You blushed, meeting his gaze. There was always something about his eyes that got to you. They were like the ocean, sometimes calm, sometimes stormy, but they were always deep -- you often lost yourself in their depths. Now there was a glint of mischief, and more than a little longing.

Allowing everything except him to slip away, your eyes fluttered shut as he leant towards you and his lips met yours. _____________ this is @yug.fics on instagram!

[yugfics]

When They’re Needy - all members

CW // allusion to s*x

mark - gets quiet — quieter than usual

- you'd catch him looking your way

- eventually he'd just decide to do something, and kiss you

- you smile and ask him what it's for

- while sliding his arms around your waist, he'd say softly, "I want you,"

jaebeom - gets pretty handsy

- because of this, you end up feeling the same way he does, and give him what he wants

jackson - flirts with you a bit

- might end up dramatically pinning you against a wall somewhere in the house and telling you

jinyoung - isn't straightforward about it

- devises a plan to make it happen without him telling you, so it looks natural

- as his girlfriend and one of the few people who can see through him easily, you notice everything but still go with it

- afterwards you tell him that you're his girlfriend and if he wants to have s*x he can just say so

youngjae - he knows he can tell you, so he does, but is pretty vague in his explanation

- it takes you a few moments to piece everything together

bambam - won't try to hide it

- straight up tells you what he wants and asks you to give it to him ;)

yugyeom - shy

- gets a little handsy

- doesn't tell you but you know

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[yugfics]

The Truth Untold jackson wang (angst)

/"I can’t show you me, give you me.  I can’t show you a ruined part of myself... But I still want you."/

The sound of water falling from the shower onto the tiled floor was drowned out by Jackson's thoughts.

Control yourself, he willed, as he held back tears with firmly shut eyelids. His hands were placed, supporting himself, on the sides of the sink in front of him.

His eyes opened and he found himself staring at a slightly fogged mirror. The man he saw in it was different from the one he knew. They had the same deep eyes, but the ones belonging to the man in the mirror were sad, lost -- there was no hint of joy in them like Jackson usually had, and there was no glint of mischief.

Because he always reserved that Jackson for you.

But this man in the mirror, this lost soul, who was bearing a burden that would never lift, keeping a secret he'd never reveal, this was the same Jackson, wasn't it?

Two sides of the same story.

He was hiding that side from you, and the promise he'd made to give you his whole self -- a promise he knew he'd never be able to keep -- was another thing tearing him apart every day.

Averting his eyes from the mirror, he opened the cabinet, reaching towards a semi-transparent, sky blue cylindrical container.

The pills it held rattled as he brought it closer. Staring silently at it, his grip tightened and tears pricked his eyes.

He was tired of people worrying, thinking of him as weak. It'd gotten to the point where he simply didn't tell anyone.

And when he met you, when he fell for you, when he knew he loved you, he knew he couldn't risk you leaving him.

He'd never let you know about his illness. The only thing that would lead to you finding out was when his time was up -- when he could no longer fight what was killing him from the inside out.

Unscrewing the cap, he dropped two pills into his palm before tossing them in his mouth.

He promised himself he'd fight for as long as he could, stay with you for as long as he was able to. And hope that when he was finally gone, you wouldn't hate him for what he'd kept from you.

This was a battle he was going to fight alone.

*** The wind fluttered in from the open window, causing loose strands of your hair to dance on the gusts of air.

You brushed them away from your face as you looked out at your street. The trees matched the autumn colours the sunset in the distance was painting the sky, and you adored the shades of tangerine and terracotta.

Stepping away as you closed the window, you heard your doorbell ring. The sound brought a smile to you face as you knew who it was. Picking your phone and your purse, you hurried down the stairs, opening the door to see your boyfriend, Jackson.

He smiled at you and you engulfed him in a hug. "I missed you,"

You felt the movement of his chest as he laughed in response to your statement. "You saw me yesterday!"

"And I wish I could see you everyday," you retorted, before he smiled at you, lifting his hand to your cheek and meeting your lips.

"Let's gooo," you said after he'd pulled away, holding his hand.

*** Jackson smiled lovingly at you as you took photos of trees and sky, anything you thought looked pretty, worth photographing. It was something you loved to do, something you were very good at, and Jackson loved how happy you looked when you were with your camera. The camera he'd given you for your birthday.

You had so many things to remember him by -- so many memories -- and it was this thought he appreciated most when feeling especially low about leaving you.

"It's Incurable, Mr. Wang, there's nothing we can do except prescribe a few pills in the hopes of elongating the... amount of time you have left. I am very sorry,"

Jackson had never felt anything as terrible as he did when those words came out of his doctor's mouth. "Exactly... exactly how much time do I have left?"

"Two years, at most, if you take your pills regularly,"

Two years.

That'd been two years ago.

"Jackson?"

"Are you okay?" you asked again, causing him to look at you.

He smiled, looking at you as if he was memorising every inch of your face -- like he never wanted to forget.

"I was just wondering what life would be like without you. It was terrible,"

You smiled and pushed him slightly as you both began walking. "Why would you do that? I want to be with you foreverrr,"

Ignoring the painful pang he felt at your words, he laughed. "Are you proposing to me?"

*** He was holding your hand in his, and you were leaning into him, a blanket covering both of you as you watched TV.

Jackson was beginning to feel uncomfortable, however, because he had the growing feeling that something was wrong with him. He hadn't forgotten to take his pills, and he stated intently at the screen, trying to gauge the problem.

Colours blurring, he was suddenly seized by a painful headache. "Ah," he said, clutching his head in his hands.

"What?" you asked, holding him and pausing the movie.

He looked at you, though you were nothing but a blur. Dazed, he stood up. "I just need to go to bed," he told you.

“Alright,” you said, softly, standing up and allowing him to lean on you as you led him towards your bedroom. You offered painkillers, but he insisted he didn’t need them. His headache had gotten better, and he could see normally. Despite being still worried, you helped Jackson into bed before laying down next to him, wrapping your arms around him. Eventually, you fell asleep, and he did as well, though he kept tossing and turning. 

*** Abruptly, he sat up. You were still sleeping and it was dark out. He hurried out of bed.

Something was wrong.

Reaching the toilet, he wondered if the feeling he had was just the need to throw up. Minutes passed, and nothing happened.

He began to cough. Surpressing it to prevent waking you, he brought his hand to his mouth, removing it when he'd stopped.

Blood.

Fear gripping him, he rinsed his hand and reached into the cabinet for his pills.

I'm dying.

He knew it now -- this wasn't like other times, this was real -- and this knowledge, after years of waiting, wasn't as painful.

He tossed his pills into the rubbish.

After another fit of coughing, he managed to walk over to your side of the bed -- on weak legs. Kneeling down, he reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear, careful not to wake you.

"I love you," he whispered, placing a small kiss on your forehead. The last he'd ever give you.

I have to tell her.

Scrambling for something to write on, he settled on a sticky note, taking a pen from your desk.

When he was done, he could no longer hold back his tears. Through watery eyes, he looked one last time at you, before getting up and leaving.

Though he'd been preparing himself for this day, though he'd known from the beginning that he'd lose you -- that you'd lose him -- having it happen for real was something he could never have prepared himself for. It's hard to believe when something you hold dear comes to an end, when you know it really is the last time.

Life is a series of separations, but he really didn't think there was anything worse than knowing you were being separated not from any single person, but from yourself.

Gathering the last of his strength, got to the ground floor, walking as far as a few metres from your condominum before finding someone to give him a ride to the hospital.

*** You woke up to an empty bed. Wondering if Jackson was in the kitchen or the bathroom, you listened. No sound whatsoever of another human being. You were alone.

He's left his things, though?

Sitting up, you reached for a yellow sticky note that was peeking out from under your boyfriend's phone.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this, and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. Because if you're reading this, I'm not here, and I probably never will be again. I should have told you this long ago, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being that selfish, I thought you’d leave me if you found out. Instead, here I am, leaving you. The rare disease I have, despite being incurable, is painless, and I tried to live my best life possible with you. You're the most important person in my life, y/n, every day I lived I dreaded leaving you, every day I hated that I couldn't tell you. I was afraid you'd leave me if I did. Know that I love you, though, I love you and your laugh and your smile and the things you enjoy and the way you love me. The way you make me feel alive. I promise that the last thing I think of will be you.

I hope you don't live resenting me because of what I kept from you. I love you. I love you.

The paper shook in your hand, tears streaming down your cheeks. 'Jackson' you thought. All you wanted was to speak to him and hold him and tell him he could share everything with you.

You wanted to tell him you loved him.

The room felt like large, hollow, empty. How could he leave you like that? How could he? 

Your phone lit up, and you turned to see that Mark, Jackson’s friend, was calling you. 

“Mark,” you said. “Jackson-”

“He’s here at the hospital. He called me while he was on his way,”

“Is he...” hope filled your body. Maybe he’s alive. The doctors could have done something... put him on something. Standing up, you began to walk towards your bedroom door, energy rushing through your legs.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry,” Mark’s voice wavered, as if he was trying not to breeak down. “He didn’t make it,” 

This information hit you like a bullet. For a few moments, you felt nothing, heard nothing. A deep sadness began to grow inside your chest, the weight settling. Legs suddenly losing stability, you fell to the ground, dropping your phone as tears began to stain your cheeks once more.  You dropped your phone and leant on the doorway.

He’s really gone. 

All you could think about was him. A year of him being your boyfriend flew through your mind. All the ups and down, the laughter and the tears. The times you’d told him you loved him.

His smile. He’d been keeping something so painful, yet he always managed to wake up in the morning and be with you, and smile. You curled up into into a ball as sobs wracked your body, and you were sure that you’d never felt so alone in your life.

[yugfics]

Your Child’s First Day of Kindergarten jackson wang (fluff)

"I hope she doesn't make too much of a fuss," you said softly to your husband, who stood next to you at the kitchen counter.

You were making coffee for yourself, and he was making porridge for your daughter's breakfast.

"Well, we've brought her there once, gotten her a little familiar with the place. We just have to make her comfortable with staying there without us,"

"Without us," you echoed, bringing the coffee to the table as Jackson sat with your daughter, placing a spoon in her bowl.

"She'll be fine," Jackson assured you, standing to get some tissue. He placed a small kiss on your cheek, then winked. "And we'll get some alone time,"

You blushed and smiled before noticing that she had started playing with the food and was flinging bits of porridge everywhere with the spoon. "Jackson,"

He noticed as well, returning to her and cleaning up after prying the tightly-held spoon from her little hand.

You smiled as you watched him feed her and make her laugh, feeling genuinely happy. You loved both of them with your whole heart.

Everything actually went quite smoothly after breakfast, you three left the house without a hitch, and soon your car pulled up in front of the kindergarten.

Jackson and you got out of the car, and he carried your little girl, talking to her. "You remember this place? It was nice right?"

You smiled at the teacher who stood at the entrance.

With some prompting from your husband, your daughter gave her a small wave. The teacher waved back.

Now came the part you were not sure would go quite smoothly. Jackson set her down next to the teacher.

"She's going to take care of you, alright?" you said gently to her, crouching down to her level. "Mommy and Daddy have to go now, but we'll come back--"

"No," she protested, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's okay, we'll come back, and there are other kids for you to play with,"

She started to cry.

You picked her up, consoling her. "I'm still here, it's okay, I'm here,"

She began to calm down and you wiped her tears before handing her to Jackson.

"Let's go inside, alright? I'm going with you," he assured.

You followed them in, watching as he pointed out interesting things. Smiling at your husband's actions, even after all these years, you still found him adorable.

The three of you approached your daughter's classroom. It was brightly coloured, with toys in a corner, and children's drawings on the walls. There were already a few kids inside.

"Say hi," Jackson encouraged, gesturing to the teacher in the classroom after setting her down. She hid behind his leg and he laughed. "She's shy," he explained.

Holding her hand, Jackson guided her to the stack of building blocks in a corner. "Look, you like these right? See?" he said, placing three in front of her, stacking up. "It's a pyramid,"

She smiled before knocking them over.

"Oh noo!" Jackson feigned distress.

She giggled at this reaction.

"How dare youuu," Jackson growled comically, attacking her with tickles.

After a fit of giggles, she was in a much better mood.

"See," Jackson began. "This place is fun, right? And there are also other kids for you to make friends with. And the teacher will be nice to you, so be nice to her, too,"

She looked like she was about to cry again. "We're not leaving you for too long, okay? See, Mommy's over there," he said, gesturing to you.

You waved, and your daughter waved back.

"We're coming back to get you, and when we get back I'll give you a gift,"

"What gift?" she asked.

"It's a surprise," he replied, mysteriously. "You'll like it. But you have to stay here first, okay? We love you,"

He placed a kiss on her forehead, before standing up and waving. She watched him as he walked to the door and joined you.

Both of you waved, she waved tentatively back, and then you were gone.

"Alright, that's good," you sighed.

"Mhmm," your husband hummed in reply. "She'll make friends, and she'll enjoy herself,"

You smiled at a passing couple who were dropping off their child before walking out of the kindergarten and towards the car with Jackson.

"And they'll call if there's anything," you added as you got into the passenger's seat. Silence ensued and you held his hand, looking at him.

"I know it's new for us too, to have her out of both our sights, but we'll all get used to it," you smiled.

He smiled back. "You're always right, baby," he agreed, leaning towards you to place a kiss on your lips.

"Now I've got to pick out a stuffed bear," he said, starting the car. "I promised her a gift,"

"Hey, what about a gift for me?" you whined, a small smile on your face.

"Oh, your gift will be at home," he replied, and with a smirk he added: "Preferably on the bed,"

You blushed.

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[yugfics]

Arguing in Front of The Other Members - maknae line

youngjae - your argument is initially imperceptible, but eventually you get louder

- he feels uncomfortable when he realises that the other members are noticing

- "Let's talk outside, y/n,"

- tries to calm you down and reach some sort of agreement so you're less angry

- he says that you can both continue talking at home, and you both go back among the others

- he's pretty embarrassed about arguing like that in front of his friends and he can't really look them in the eye for a while

- you both make up at home, though

bambam - somehow forgets the others are watching

- both angry, you end up getting pretty loud

- the others aren't sure whether they should intervene

- someone awkwardly clears their throat and he suddenly realises where he is

- His voice is noticeably softer when he says, "We shouldn't argue in front of everyone like this, y/n,"

- Though you're still upset, you don't reply and sit quietly by yourself

- The others try to start some sort of conversation to make the air less tense

- after not talking for a while, Bambam goes over to you and speaks gently, apologising and trying to make things better

- you can't resist him (who CAN??) and end up smiling

yugyeom - this babie doesn't get angry

- even if you do have reason to be mad at him, he tries to reason with you

- when you're too upset to reason with, he just stops replying, because he doesn't want to argue with you and he doesn't want to raise his voice

- blushing because he's embarrassed

- stares silently at the ground as you pelt him with angry comments, and you end up feeling really bad about it so you stop

- and after a while of silence you apologise to him

- he holds no grudge against you and says you don't need to apologise, you were just upset and he understands

- you hug him and he places a kiss on your forehead

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Kissing Them in Public - hyung line

mark - he's a pretty private person so he wouldn't be too comfortable with kissing in public - still gets shy tho

jaebeom - raises his eyebrows at you - would want to kiss you back but not in front of everyone - gets really smiley about it

jackson - definitely kisses you back - isn't shy about it - might kiss you if he notices some guy paying a little too much attention to you - is always holding your hand in public, likes to place his arm around your waist

jinyoung - tries to keep a straight face but fails - would be thinking about it for quite a while after - secretly wants you to do it again - kisses you out of nowhere when you're finally alone

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When Someone Insults You - all members

mark - actually surprised at the audacity of the person who insulted you - "What the heck did you just tell her?" - tells the person to fck off

jaebeom - protective - scolds whoever it is, not really caring who's watching - doesn't want to waste his time with them - tells you to ignore the person

jackson - pissed - "Did you just insult my girlfriend?" - "Who do you think you are?" - confrontational - *glares*

jinyoung - warns them - "Do you really have nothing else to do?" - stares them down - probably devising different methods of murder - will remember them forever

youngjae - "If you have nothing nice to say, then shut up," - "You don't even know her," - leaves, because he wouldn't want to be near them - asks if you're alright

bambam - insults the person back - "Get a life," - may threaten them - you'd have to tell him to calm down

yugyeom - doesn't like confrontation but he will put the person in their place - tells them to stay away from you - intimidating - extra affectionate with you even if you tell him you're alright

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Hickey Prank park jinyoung (fluff)

/you prank him with a fake hickey/

Smiling, you proudly observed the mark you'd fashioned just above your collarbone using makeup. You'd stumbled upon the prank online and had decided to trick your boyfriend into thinking someone else had given you a hickey.

Jinyoung was definitely one to see easily through pranks and could spot bad acting, but you were determined to be the first to do it successfully. You had it all planned out.

'This looks so real!' you thought, taking a picture and sending it to your best friend, who knew of the plan. She had a similar reaction.

You satisfactorily set your phone down just as you heard the front door open.

Jinyoung.

Quickly, you looked back into the mirror and pretended to be bothered by the mark, holding the concealer as if you were about to cover it up.

The bedroom door opened.

"Jinyoung!" you started abruptly, turning quickly around and setting the concealer down, your other hand covering the makeup on your neck.

"Hi?" He ended it as more of a question as he set his things down.

"You scared me," you explained, slowly pushing the concealer behind you as if you didn't want him to see it.

"Mhmm," he replied, skepticism in his tone as he approached you. "What's wrong with your neck?"

"It just... aches, you know?" you lied, acting as if you were soothing it. "Must be all the... um, work,"

He nodded, noticing the concealer you were trying to hide. His eyes met yours. "Let me see,"

"No, no, it's—"

He reached up and pulled your hand away, revealing your very realistic hickey.

"What...?" he began, staring at it. "I didn't... I don't remember doing that,"

He looked back at you and you looked away, attempting to act guilty while simultaneously biting back the urge to burst into laughter.

"Where did you get it?" he asked. Jinyoung would never raise his voice at you, but despite his steady tone, you could tell he was upset. Contemplating telling him the truth, you decided to keep the prank going for a little longer.

"I- I'm sorry, Jinyoung, it was accidental, I—"

"Where did you get it?" he repeated.

Not wanting to bring real people into this, and not wanting to be too specific in case he'd see through your bad acting, you went with: "You don't know him,"

He dropped his hand from your neck and stepped away from you. You heard his breath hitch.

He believes me. It's working.

Tears were brimming in his eyes when they met yours.

Too well.

"Jinyoung, no," you began, hating that you made him cry. You followed him down the stairs. "Jinyoung,"

You were ignored and he was nearing the front door. "Jinyoung, please,"

He stopped momentarily, eyes on the ground, listening.

"It was a prank,"

You were unable to see his expression since his back was to you and you had no idea what was running through his head. Silence was all there was for a few moments before he continued walking and pulled the door open.

"Jiny—"

Slam.

You were left alone.

*** I'm so fucking stupid.

It'd been over five minutes since your boyfriend's departure and you were pacing agitatedly around the living room, phone in hand. You hadn't expected to even get this far in the prank, and you had no idea what to do. He's going to murder me when he gets back. If he ever comes back.

Tears brimmed in your eyes and you shook your head. This can't be happening.

You let out a shaky breath and sat on the couch, wondering what the fuck had just happened to your evening.

*** The sound of Jinyoung entering the house caused you to stand up abruptly. He walked in, and you stood in front of him, nervous and with a tear stained face. He remained expressionless.

"You want us to break up?" you asked, softly.

"I..." he began, gaze not leaving yours. "Fooled you,"

He smirked triumphantly before walking away and heading up the stairs. Shocked, your heart still racing in your chest, all you could do was stare at him leaving as you processed what'd just occurred.

"What the fuck," you said, though you knew he couldn't hear you. Returning to your senses, you ran up the stairs. "PARK JINYOUNG!"

You barreled into him when you reached him in your bedroom, resulting in the both of you collapsing onto the bed. The nearest pillow firmly in your grip, you began hitting him with it. "How could you?! You scared me!! I cried!!!"

All he did was laugh, shielding himself from your weapon. "You scared me. I cried. I'm the victim here,". Worn out, you lay next to him. "I didn't expect you to fall for it," you admitted. "I'm sorry,"

"I'm not sorry," he replied heartlessly, although there was a smile on his face. "I'm glad I got back at you,"

You shook your head and hit him lightly. "You're so mean,"

"You love me,"

"I do," you replied, as he turned to face you. "And I'd never cheat on you,"

He nodded at that, a silent reassurance passing between the both of you. His eyes were on yours for a while before falling to the hickey you'd forged. He brushed his fingers over it, the contact giving you butterflies. If he noticed you blush, he didn't show it. "This looks so believable,"

"Mmm," you replied, your mouth unable to form any actual words, feeling somewhat overwhelmed under his intense, meaningful gaze. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved into a half smile as he spoke, knowing full well the effect he had on you. 

"How about I give you a few real ones?"

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When You’re Pregnant park jinyoung (fluff)

Your husband's birthday was the next day.

You sat on the bed in your shared bedroom fidgeting with a small object that, despite its size, was defining you and Jinyoung's future.

It was your pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

You'd know the news for two days now, and keeping yourself from telling Jinyoung had probably been one of the hardest things you'd ever had to do. But you knew that the prospect of having a child was going to be the best birthday gift Jinyoung could possibly receive.

There was no doubt he'd be ecstatic about the news. If there was anything you knew about, it was your husband. He'd always spoken dreamily about how he'd like kids, he'd always imagined what having kids would be like, and the way he was with kids... it was like he was born to be a father.

There was no birthday gift more perfect for him than this, you knew. Excitement building up inside you as you thought about his reaction, the smile on your face couldn't seem to go away. You stood up and hid the pregnancy test, heading to the kitchen to make something for dinner.

*** "Tomorrow's your birthdayyy ~"

"Mhmm," Jinyoung replied softly, arms slipping around your waist in a backhug as you both lay on the couch, watching TV. He rested his chin on your shoulder. "It's not important,"

"Don't say that, Nyoungie," you chided, lightly patting his arm. "It's very important to me. I'll get you the best gift ever," You bit your tongue, afraid you might say too much.

"The best gift ever is you," he whispered, making you smile.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too, baby,"

*the next day* You took Jinyoung out that morning on a walk, saying you wanted to spend a little peace and quiet time with him on his birthday. It wasn't a complete lie, you did enjoy comfortable silences between you two, but your main reason for getting him out of the house was so that his 6 best friends could prepare  to surprise him when you both returned.

Jinyoung brushed his hand gently against yours before slipping his fingers in between your own. "You know," he began thoughtfully, walking closer to you. "I'm happy... that you're the one I'm going to spend my  life with. I couldn't choose anybody better,"

Smiling, you bumped into him. "What's this? You're suddenly being sentimental?"

He laughed, face flushing slightly. "I just like us spending time like this,"

"Me too," you replied softly, walking even closer to him.

He sighed after a few moments. "You guys need to be more original,"

"What?"

"You took me outside so the others could prepare the house and when I return you're going to surprise me. Right?"

You stared blankly at him for a few moments. "You're too smart," you mumbled. "You could at least pretend you don't know what's happening,"

He laughed, squeezing your hand. "Sorry, I'll act surprised,"

*** His acting was exceptional.

You giggled at his unbelieving expression when the other members started singing and brought out the cake. "Wow, guys, I never expected this!"

Mark, who was standing next to you, noticed you laughing. "He knew the whole time, didn't he?"

"Of course he did. He's Jinyoung," you smiled.

*** It was a fun day. Hanging out with the 7 was always fun despite the chaos they brought with them. The day seemed to end too soon.

You and Jinyoung sat alone on the bed in your shared bedroom that evening.

"I guess it's time to give you my gift,"

He smiled at you. "It'll be special to me no matter what,"

"Close your eyes," you almost whispered, excited for the moment you'd been anticipating for days.

He obeyed and you stood up, getting the test from where you'd hidden it. You sat gently on the bed, holding the object delicately between your fingers before taking Jinyoung's hand and placing it in his palm.

"Open your eyes,"

He did so, eyes landing on you before falling to what you'd placed in his hand. His eyes widened and he brought it closer, observing it, knowing full well what it meant. "Is this... are you..."

"Yes," you replied, and his eyes met yours. "I'm pregnant,"

"Oh my god," he said, leaving the test on the bed and wrapping his arms around you. "You're pregnant," he repeated, voice wavering.

Tears were brimming in his eyes when he finally let go. "We're having a baby,"

Nodding, you smiled, tears pricking your eyes as well. He moved closer to you, placing his hand tenderly on your stomach. "How long has it been?"

"Three days,"

He was silent before pulling you into another hug. "I'm so happy... I can't even put it into words. I could never have received a better gift. Never,"

After pulling away once more, you wiped the tear that was trailing down his cheek. "I love you,"

He placed his hand onto your stomach, smiling, before looking into your eyes and placing kiss on your lips. "I love you, too,"

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Your Child Asks for a Sibling park jinyoung (fluff)

The sky outside, already sunless, was turning its dark colour as dusk crept up on your side of the world. It only seemed like yesterday that you and your husband would sit on the balcony together in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. You barely did that anymore, with the arrival of your son who, though he was the light of your life, could sometimes be... testing.

He was refusing to eat his vegetables.

"Come on, eat your veggies," you urged, attempting to feed him, but his five-year-old self was adamant.

Only when you were forced to resort to promising him a cookie did he submit, but not without reluctance. Sighing, you looked to your husband sitting opposite you, however all he did was shrug with slight amusement.

Your son began to speak, having merely pushed a carrot around his plate. "Uncle Bambam is fun, I wish he could pick me up from school every day,"

"Fun how?" Jinyoung asked.

"And don't talk with your mouth full," you added.

After swallowing his food, he continued. "He buys me ice-cream and he  answers all my questions, and doesn't say I'm not old enough to know, because he says I'm a man,"

Jinyoung had a weird expression on his face and you resisted the urge to giggle.

"But today he didn't answer my question, he said I should ask you,"

"What's the question?" you asked.

"I told him about my friend who has a littler sister, and I asked him why I don't have a littler sister or a brother and he said I should ask you and maybe you can make me one. Can you make me a littler sister or brother?"

You were silent, unsure how to answer. Having another child hadn't really crossed your mind, but you weren't opposed to the idea. Since you and Jinyoung hadn't discussed it before, you didn't know what he thought about it.

You noticed him looking at you, but you couldn't possibly tell what he was thinking, so you decided to satisfy your son with some kind of answer for the timebeing. "Well, maybe..." you replied, lamely.

"Pleaseee?" he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll even eat my vegetables, see?" he told you, demonstrating by scooping them up and shoving them in his mouth. "I'll go to bed extra early and I won't make a fuss,"

"Slow down," you advised, afraid he might choke on all the food he was shoveling in.

There was silence as he chewed and swallowed, and you pushed his cup of water closer to him.

You noticed Jinyoung looking at you again, and you began to blush. "What?" you asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Nothing," he replied, beginning to smile.

"Is it already happening?" your son interrupted, excited. "I'll be quiet every night, and I won't interrupt you," he ate the last spoonful of his food and got up. "Tuck me in, mommy, and then you and daddy can make me a sibling,"

Unable to look at Jinyoung, you got up as well to help him into bed.

*** "Asleep?"

You nodded in reply, sitting down next to Jinyoung on your balcony seat. He'd been reading a book, but closed it and put his arm around you when you leant your head on his shoulder.

"He said he didn't need a bedtime story or a cookie, and that having a sibling would make up for it. I feel bad, really,"

"Why?"

"Another child? You're already working a lot, Nyoungie,"

"Do you want another child?"

You met his gaze, beginning to blush under its intensity as he waited for your response. "I..." After thinking for a while, you made your decision. "Actually, I'd like that," Smiling, your eyes met his once more. "What about you?"

He lifted his hand to your face, brushing his hand against your cheek before cupping it and kissing you.

The both of you stayed like that for a while, joined underneath the star-spotted night sky before he pulled away, leaving you to stare breathlessly into those eyes you loved so much.

"Yes," he told you.

"What was the question?"

He laughed softly, picking up his book that'd fallen on the floor and standing up. "Yes, I'd like another child," he elaborated, reaching his hand out to help you up.

You'd barely stood on your two feet before he stepped towards you and picked you up the same way he'd done on your wedding day. Letting out a small yelp at the sudden action, you steadied yourself as he began to walk.

It felt nice to do things like these again, and you found yourself beginning to smile. "Are we going to the bedroom?"

"Mhm," he confirmed, before you both fell into silence.

Reaching your room, he set you down on the bed before returning to the door, closing it. You heard it lock.

"What's that for?"

"Don't want to wake him up," Jinyoung replied, referring to your son as he joined you on the bed.

"Wake him...?" you repeated, your eyes not leaving Jinyoung as he leant towards you, hands snaking around your waist, the feeling making you blush.

"He wants us to get started right away, doesn't he?" he explained, softly.

You blushed harder. "You're being very direct today," you observed.

"I just miss this. You,"

"I miss you, too," you replied, smiling, before closing the distance and meeting his lips.

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When You Sit On His Lap - all members

mark - is fine with it - his lap is probably your second home - voice is gentle when talking to you - leans his chin on your shoulder

jaebeom - "Did something happen?" - wonders what you find special about his lap - continues whatever he was doing - after a while he'll tell you you're being distracting (he can't help but be distracted by you hehe) - says he has to finish some things but you can sit on his lap all you want later

jackson - enjoys it very much - gives you little kisses every now and then - BACKHUGS - perfectly alright with you never getting up, might insist that you don't - attempts to remove/hide all the chairs in the house so you can only sit on his lap

jinyoung - acts as if he doesn't really care but likes it a lot - secretly upset when you get up - will sometimes wordlessly pull you onto his lap - teases you and says you're heavy but lowkey begs you to sit back down when that makes you leave

youngjae - lowkey confused as to why you're sitting on him when there are chairs - but if sitting on his lap makes you happy then he's happy - occasionally forgets you're there - can be cuddly

bambam - horny. - *pats his thigh* "Daddy's waiting," - leans towards you and flirts softly into your ear - pulls you closer when you're not taking up as much space as you should be - 50% of the time he turns you sitting on his lap into something else

yugyeom - shy - will sometimes bury his face in your hair - probably blushes every time you move - can be like bambam sometimes, if he feels like it, and would turn it into something else

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Having A Crush on You - hyung line

jaebeom - you catch him looking your way

- always smiling when he's around you

- half the time you're all he can think about

- expresses his feelings in the songs he writes

- may be a bit shy but will ask you out when he thinks you're comfortable with him

mark - starts spending more time with you

- lots of 'accidental' eye contact because, frankly, you like him too

- his crush on you isn't that obvious, but he does treat you differently than other girls

- doesn't think twice about asking you out

jackson - probably already your best friend

- loves making you laugh

- buys you little gifts, really cares about you and is upset/concerned when you don't seem like yourself

- confesses to you rather dramatically, but is sincere

jinyoung - tries to hide his crush on you

- really nice to you and lets you do things that would usually annoy him

- you're the reason he's smiling

- remembers nearly everything you've ever told him

- knows little things about you and what you like

- takes a while to open up but will eventually tell you how he feels

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Bambam Scenarios bambam (fluff)

breakfast You left your bedroom, walking towards the kitchen and the source of all the noise. Your boyfriend hadn't been lying next to you when you woke up that Saturday morning, and you wondered what he was doing in the kitchen.

"Hey," you said, receiving no reply, since Bambam probably couldn't hear you over that tap he'd left running. You smiled, walking towards him. "Morning,"

"Oh! y/n, good morning," he replied, as you turned off the tap. "Go back to bed,"

"Why? And what are you making?" you asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Nooo," he said, placing his hands on your waist and leaning you on the kitchen counter. "You've been working a lot this week and I want to make breakfast for you. Now go back to bed or I'll carry you there myself," he told you, softly.

"What if I want you to carry me?" you asked, before he closed the distance and met your lips.

You pushed him away after a few moments, giggling. "I think your eggs are burning,"

distraction "We're finally together and you're busy," your boyfriend whined, setting himself next to your cross-legged figure as you did some work on the couch with your computer.

"I have a job, too, Bam," you replied, your eyes not leaving your screen. He sat there using his phone for a bit before he got bored with it, scooting closer to you instead and trying to make you look at him.

You began to smile. "You're acting like a child, but it's cute,"

"Then why don't you pay attention to your cute boyfriend?"

You finally looked at him, and he took his chance and brought his lips to yours, not letting you pull away. "Bambam," you mumbled, when he loosened his hold. "You're being distracting,"

"You love it when I'm distracting,"

Not really having anymore self control, and knowing you could finish your work later, you closed your computer and set it aside before turning to Bambam. "Okay, Distraction, what do you want to do?"

He smiled and pulled you towards him before kissing you again.

pillow "Should we watch another one?" your boyfriend asked, and you nodded, letting him choose the next movie you were going to watch that night as you went to the bedroom to get a blanket for the both of you. Returning, Bambam had already chosen the movie, and you sat next to him on the couch, draping the blanket over the both of you before leaning your head on his shoulder.

The movie went on, and soon you'd migrated from just leaning on his shoulder to using him as some sort of backrest, his arms around your stomach and your head on his chest.

"I want to get more popcorn," he told you softly, wanting to get up. You shook your head, comfortable with the fluffy sweatshirt he was wearing and the heat his body radiated. "No,"

"y/n," he said, gently, lifting his hand from your waist to brush your cheek.

"You're my pillow,"

Your statement and the way you snuggled into him a little more caused him to blush. "I..." he began, before blushing a little more and deciding he didn't want to get up either. "Alright," he almost whispered, placing his arm back around your waist. "I'm your pillow,"

engagement "Open your eyes,"

"I love you," he told you, watching you as you looked across the city from the high point you both were at, just as the sun had finished setting. The words kind of slipped out of your boyfriend's mouth, and he knew he meant it.

You looked at him, your gaze locking for a few moments as you pondered over his words, before replying with sincerity, "I love you too,"

The memory was still fresh in your mind, and came back even fresher as you took in the view in front of you. The same place you'd both said "I love you," for the first time, exactly three years ago.

You smiled, looking up at Bambam. "We haven't been here in a long time," you said, before he nodded and took your hand, pulling you towards the railing, so you both could watch the sun set.

After a few moments, he spoke. "I remember watching you as you watched the sun, and wondering how I managed to be so lucky. I knew I never wanted to lose you,"

Smiling, you leaned forwards and gave him a quick kiss. "I never want to lose you too,"

He looked into your eyes, as if searching for something, before stepping away from you. "I'm glad we feel the same way, because..." he trailed off, taking something out of his pocket and getting on one knee at your feet.

"Oh my god," you said, covering your mouth in shock, emotion coursing through your body as he opened it to reveal a beautiful ring.

"y/n, I love you and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" he asked, a smile on his face at how happy you looked.

You nodded. "Of course. Yes," you replied and he stood up, slipping the ring on to your finger. Barely believing this was happening, you observed the ring for a few moments as it glistened in the remaining sunlight, before looking at your fiance through tear brimmed eyes. "I love it, I love you,"

You pulled him into a hug and he returned it. "I love you too. Always,"

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He Calls You A Fan jackson wang (angst)

/after pictures of the both of you together are leaked and interviewers ask Jackson questions, he denies your relationship/

You bit your lip and paced around your room, phone in hand. Your stomach was doing flips and you felt sick, having just seen the news articles about you and Jackson.

The both of you hadn't seen each other in a while, and Jackson had insisted on the both of you going out. Now photos of you outside a convenience store together were circulating and news articles were popping up. Fans were saying things, and people were trying to guess who you were.

The main thing worrying you was how all of this was going to affect your boyfriend's reputation. There are reasons idols don't date publicly, and you didn't want anything to happen because he's with you. Your phone began to ring. "Jackson," you said, answering it.

"Are you alright?" he asked you.

You nodded, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "Yes. Are you alright?"

"Yeah... things are a bit... complicated right now. I don't know what to do at the moment,"

He sounded slightly flustered, and you could hear voices in the background. It was most likely from the rest of the members. GOT7 was having a live interview later that day. "I guess it will be a very long time before we can see each other again,"

"Apparently. But don't be upset, alright? I love you,"

"I love you too,"

*** You sat on the couch with your phone when you got back from work, watching GOT7's interview and trying not to think about the trending news and negative comments. Your concentration wavered, though, and you ended up barely listening.

"So, Jackson,"

The sound of your boyfriend's name brought you back, your eyes focusing on the screen. Your lips began to curve upwards as you observed him.

"There seems to be a trending news lately,"

Your boyfriend nodded, his expression not giving anything away, but you knew him well enough to sense his agitation. You wanted nothing more than to hug him.

"A secret relationship? People are trying to guess who she is. What do you say about it?"

"I, Well, I..." he appeared to think for a while. "She's just... just a fan,"

You let out a small disbelieving gasp and clutched the phone tighter in your hand.

"Oh, really? You all must come across them quite often. There, we have our answer..."

You turned off your phone and set it facedown on the couch.

Just a fan.

Tears began to form in your eyes. You felt so done. Months of being together secretly, not being able to do everything most couples could do, not being able to see him for weeks at a time, not being able to go to each other's places freely... everything you'd done and worked hard for in your relationship. And he calls you a fan?

You didn't think you'd ever felt so angry and hurt in your life.

Things are hard right now, you tried to tell yourself. He couldn't have answered the question any other way.

But it was only after he'd said it that you realised really how crazy everything was. Who knew how long you'd have to keep living like this?

Unable to think about it any longer, you got up, deciding to make some dinner.

*** You sat at the dining table, dejectedly eating your spaghetti and wondering how Jackson was going to explain himself, when your phone began to ring. It showed your boyfriend's name. You picked it up. "Yes?"

"y/n, hi, i just got back home. I really want to hear your voice, how was your day?"

"My evening was terrible,"

"What? What happened?"

"My boyfriend called me a fan on a live interview," you said, tears beginning to form in your eyes again as you were met with silence.

"Oh, y/n..."

"You called me a fan, Jackson! In front of millions of people! Am I a fan to you?"

"I couldn't think of anything else to say! It's not like I could have said the truth!"

"I just... I just..." you sniffed and leant back on your chair. "I can't live like this, Jackson. I can't hide for the rest of my life!"

"It won't be for the rest of your life, y/n, just-"

"What? Years from now? How many? How long am I going to wait, Jack?"

"I..."

"And even when we can go public, everyone's going to recognise me as the girl you called a fan. How humiliating is that going to be?!"

"What else was I supposed to say?" he asked, sounding frustrated as well.

"I don't know, okay? I don't know," your voice lowered at the end, beginning to shake. "I just need to be by myself now... to think. Don't call me,"

You ended the call.

*** Jackson bit his lip and paced around his room, phone in hand. What else was I supposed to say?

He remembered what you said. "I can't live like this,"

He hadn't thought that much about how hiding your relationship was affecting you, and now that you'd told him, and the thought that you would break up with him was real, he was afraid. Because he didn't think he could live without you. What was he going to do if you decided to end your relationship?

Shaking his head, he looked at his phone. So what am I going to do about it?

He sat on his bed and scrolled through your gallery, wanting to choose the right picture of both of you out of the hundreds he had on his phone. He decided on one he'd taken of you holding his hand and pulling you with him.

Going to Instagram, he uploaded it and thought of a caption. He wanted it to both apologise for what he'd said, and also publicise your relationship.

After an hour or so of typing and untyping, he finally concluded on what he wanted. So he posted it.

*** You lay motionless on your bed, facing the wall and wondering whether or not you were going to break up with your boyfriend. It was hard, though, because he meant so much to you. You decided to sleep on it.

Turning, you switched on your phone to check the time, noticing that Jackson had posted something on his Instagram. Though you were still mad at him, you were also curious, so you opened it.

You sat up when it was a picture you recognised. You felt your heart begin to race. It already had thousands of likes and comments. What is he trying to do?

Scrolling down, you read the caption, your eyes beginning to water as you took in the words. Exiting the app, you called Jackson. He picked up almost immediately.  "Did you mean it?" you asked, before he could say anything. "Is this what you want?"

"Of course. I don't care what people think about it anymore,"

"I love you," you said, and you didn't think you'd meant anything more sincerely in your life.

"I love you too. Can I come over?"

"Always,"

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Yugyeom Scenarios kim yugyeom (fluff)

cute Yugyeom had decided to take you out for ice cream that afternoon, and you both sat next to each other near a quiet corner of the store. You'd run out of things to say, and put another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth as Yugyeom checked his phone.

You glanced at your boyfriend, your lips curling upward as you observed the way his hair fell in front of his face. Leaning towards him, you kissed his cheek before turning back to your ice cream and taking another spoonful.

He lifted his eyes to you, a shy smile forming on his face as he began to blush. "What was that for?"

"You looked cute," you replied, smiling, as you picked your purse up and stood. He did the same, his eyes on you for a moment before returning his phone to his pocket and following you out, on your way back to his car.

The way back was silent, but you caught his gaze a few times as he looked at you while pretending not to. As soon as you both'd got into the car and closed the doors, he pulled you towards him and kissed you. You kissed him back before you both pulled away and stared at each other. "What was that for?"

"You looked cute,"

tears Your sobs felt uncontrollable as you sat on your bed, hugging your knees. It'd been a horrible day, and you couldn't help but cry.

You must not have heard the sound of the front door unlocking, or he'd unlocked it quietly, because you heard footsteps approaching your bedroom before your boyfriend walked in.

"Hiii," Yugyeom said, smiling. "Why are you sitting in the dark? Are you..." he must have noticed your lack of enthusiasm, or seen your face in the light pouring through the door, because his smile fell and he approached the bed. "What's wrong? You're crying, why are you crying?"

You didn't reply, shaking your head as more tears pooled and threatened to escape. He pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you, leaning your head on his chest. "It's alright, I'm here now,"

He allowed you to cry, then wiped your tears when you stopped, the sight of you crying distressing him as well. He listened to you as you tell him what upset you and he reassured you and made you feel better.

Tells you he loves you and that you can always come to him no matter what.

jealous Reaching the cafe your boyfriend worked at, you opened the door and walked towards the counter. Yugyeom wasn't facing you, apparently arranging some cups.

"Hi, what would you like?" the other person at the counter asked, smiling. You'd never seen him before, so you assumed he was new.

Having had the same thing so many times before, your reply was almost automatic, and he smiled at you again before entering it and taking your money. You glanced at Yugyeom, and he gave you a smile, waiting for you to be done with ordering so you could come talk to him.

"You're pretty,"

Blushing, you looked back at the cashier, your peripheral vision showing that Yugyeom's attention was on him. "Thanks," you replied, as he wrote something on the cup and handed it to you.

His number. Embarrassed, you smiled again, then walked towards one of the tall seats at the counter, where Yugyeom was standing on the other side of. "I think he likes me," you told him.

"I can see that," your boyfriend replied, gaze fixed on the numbers the cashier had written on your cup. Yugyeom glanced back at him speaking to another customer, before stepping away from you.

"I'll be right back,"

He walked towards the guy as he made a drink, telling him something before leaving the counter and coming to sit next to you.

"What did you tell him?" you asked.

"That I was going to take a short break,"

You noticed him hand the drink to his customer and look at the both of you. Feeling awkward under his gaze, you smiled again. He smiled back.

Your boyfriend impatiently tapped the counter with his fingers for a few moments before pulling you closer and kissing you.

"You're cute when you're jealous," you told him, when he finally pulled away.

"You're mine,"

short skirt "Hii," you said, entering Yugyeom's room. He was standing at his table and arranging some papers, but looked up when you came in. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to the grocery store to get a few things," you told him, standing beside the door.

"You're..." he hesitated for a few moments before approaching you. "Is that a new skirt?"

You nodded. "It's really pretty," you explained, looking down and smoothing it out. It was a bit short, and you were wearing it with one of Yugyeom's sweatshirts. "I haven't worn it out yet, so I decided to,"

"You look pretty in everything, it's just that it's a little short," he replied.

Pouting a bit, you pulled it downwards as much as was possible, which didn't really make much difference. "It's alright..." you tried to convince him.

He leaned towards you, pushing the door closed beside your head as you supported your back on the wall. "I just don't want any guys getting any ideas about what's mine," he explained, softly, putting one hand on your waist.

His face was close to yours, and you began to blush, lifting your hand to his hair and brushing away a few strands. He looked really good (as he always did) and you felt taken by the urge to kiss him (as you always were), so you brought your lips to his.

He kissed you back, removing his hand from the door and placing it on your waist, his other tugging at the hem of your skirt.

"I guess I won't be going to the grocery store," you mumbled after a while.

"I'll go for you after this," he replied, pulling away from you and opening the door, taking you by your hand towards your shared bedroom.

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