Skinship - Jaebeom

Skinship - Jaebeom

Im Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers. Fluffy AF

Word Count: 1254

Concept: You’ve been friends with Got7 for years, when you met something just clicked. They come visit you every chance they get and whenever they are in your city, you guys are nearly inseparable. While you are close to all of them, you always find yourself gravitating towards one of them. Whether they knew it or not, they felt the same and it just took the right moment.

This is how they start their skinship with you.

“Oh I looovvee this song!” You exclaim, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet. Jaebeom smiles and drops his head. He always thought you were adorable when you got over excited, which was all the time, about everything. It was ridiculous really.

Jaebeom looks over at the bartender, who is still serving another customer, before turning back in your direction. You had started dancing along, right there at the bar.

Your over excitement had been cute but the way you dance… is just straight sexy. 

Still, Jaebeom has to laugh. You have no idea the effect your dancing has on him, or anyone else for that matter. He loves the way you move your body to the beat of the song, swaying your hips from side to side, rolling your body along with the melody but most of all, he loves the way a huge smile spreads across your face when you’re dancing. You don’t go to clubs to hook up or anything like that like most people do, all you want to do is dance and have a good time. You’re completely oblivious to the world around you.

You’re too lost in the song to notice, but Jaebeom isn’t. The smile falls from his face as soon as he notices the two guys standing behind you at a table across the room watching you. He glares at them but they’re too busy watching you to notice him. Not that he blames them but it sparks an emotion in him that he doesn’t want to put a name to. You and Jaebeom are just friends, but wouldn’t it be his obligation, as a friend, to protect you from sleazy guys that you aren’t interested in? Yeah, he thought to himself, that’s exactly right.

“What can I get you?”

The question pulls Jaebeom’s attention back to the bar.

“Uh, can I get two JD and cokes please?” He turns back to look at you, still off in your own world dancing and the two guys who are still watching you from their table.

The bartender places the drinks on the counter and Jaebeom hands her his card to tap.

Jaebeom puts his card back in his wallet, grabs the drinks and steps over to you, holding out one of the cold tumblers. You stop dancing and carefully take the glass in both hands like a child with a sippy cup, taking a sip. This makes Jaebeom chuckle: what a contrast.

He glances behind you again at the table behind you. They are still watching.

Jaebeom’s anger flares, his jaw ticks. You’re clearly with someone else: who the fuck are they to think they can still watch you like that. 

You’re too wrapped up in your drink to notice what’s going on right in front of you. 

“Thank you,” you say, in a singsong voice, looking up at Jaebeom who pulls his attention away from the guys and snorts slightly with amusement. 

“Come on,” Jaebeom motions for you to make your way back to the others.

“Uh uh” you say, holding up a finger to stall him. Bringing the drink up to your lips, you swallow it quickly in three consecutive gulps.

Jaebeom raises his eyebrows, impressed. As he does, he glances behind you again to find the two random guys mirroring his expression. One leans across the table, saying something to his friend before he tips his own glass, finishing off the dregs of his drink, and pushes off his chair in your direction.

You shrug and shoot Jaebeom a cute smile before leaning across him to place the tumbler on the bar. Your closeness draws his attention back to you, the sudden waft of your perfume, a scent he can’t quite place his finger on, engulfs him and like all the alcohol has hit him at once, he feels bold.

He returns your smile, brings his arm up and nonchalantly drapes it across your shoulders like he’s done it a thousand times. In reality, he has never been this close to you before. Instantly he can feel the warmth of your exposed shoulders. Is it that hot in the club? Or is it fire that only seems to ignite where your skin touches. 

You cock your head back with surprise. 

“Shh” his lips pucker with the sound and he half winks at you.

‘Ooooh’ you silently mouth back at him. Too good to be true. This isn’t the first time one of your guy friends has had to save you from some creepy guy at a club but there’s a slight feeling of disappointment in the pit of your stomach knowing that that is all this is.

“Come on,” Jaebeom says, leading you away towards the booth where the others sit. As you make your way through the crowd, Jaebeom looks over his shoulder, leaning into you a bit, and locks eyes with the guy from the table who has changed his trajectory to the bar but stares after you as you stroll away. Jaebeom smirks at him: a dominant smirk, letting the guy know that he should have known better. An alpha smirk.

As the crowd shuffled between the two of you and the two of them, Jaebeom"s whole attention was now brought to you again. 

Experimentally, Jaebeom slowly caresses his fingers over the top of your arm. Despite the trail of fire his fingertips leave in their wake, he can feel the goosebumps that raise on your skin. You don’t know it but Jaebeom’s body has reacted much the same way: he feels a tingle run down his shoulders and back, all the way to his toes.

Selfconciousness that he might notice your body’s involuntary response to this new sensation, you peek your head over your shoulder. Everyone behind you is absorbed in their own worlds. “I think he’s gone" 

“I know.” Jaebeom looks straight ahead. His tone is confident, a little cocky even but he’s having trouble looking at you. Even so, his arm stays securely around your shoulders. You smile to yourself. Interesting.

The rest of the booth doesn’t notice the two of you as you walk up. 

Jaebeom’s arm slides off your shoulders as you shuffle into the booth. You feel a jolt in your stomach. Were you wrong? Was it just the alcohol making you think too much into it? Jackson and Mark looks up from their conversation to throw you a smile which you return as Jaebeom shuffles in next to you. 

‘Don’t get your hopes up’ You think to yourself, bringing your hand up to fiddle with an empty tumbler on the table, staring at it as you do. 

You feel Jaebeom adjust himself next you.

You freeze.

The fire and goose bumps erupt on you skin once more as you feel Jaebeom’s arm settle around you again. For a second or two, you refuse to move, still staring at the glass held in your hand. Then you look up at Jaebeom who simultaneously looks down at you, locking eyes. Mirroring each other, you smile and chuckle. It wasn’t just the alcohol.

Reaching your hand up to meet the one Jaebeom has hanging over your shoulder, you entwine your fingers with his and lean into him a bit more.

Jackson, who is still deep in conversation with Mark, looks up again. Doing a double-take, he freezes mid-sentence, a knowing smile spreading across his face, before continuing the conversation again.

Apparently it was one of those things that everyone knew except you two.

orange lilies

orange lilies; a jimin oneshot

summary: you’re both students at an arts uni and jimin has a side job at a local flower shop. one day you storm in and get him rather flustered

tags: fluff, shy!jimin, florist au, college au

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cutecutecute

key to flower meanings i used in this just in case you’re curious:

gloxinia: love at first sight 

petunia: resentment 

orange lily: hatred 

yellow carnation: disappointment 

white ivy: anxious to please 

candytuft: indifference  

basil: bitterness 

ambrosia: affection 

mistletoe: ‘kiss me’ 

sunflower: adoration and happiness

hibiscus: delicate beauty

baby’s breath: pureness and innocence

honeysuckle: sweetness

rose: love

white camellia: ‘you’re adorable’

red tulip: declaration of love

peony: bashful

(yes i may have gotten carried away with the foliage symbolism i am so so sorry)

•    •    •

As soon as the bell tied to the shop door lightly jingled- albeit a tad more aggressively than normal- Jimin hurriedly shoved his note pages under the countertop, wanting to come across as a focused, hardworking employee to the new customer; even if this focused, hardworking employee had a psychology exam the next day.  He ran a hand through his dyed pink hair and stood up a little straighter.  He watched as a head bobbed through the rows of manicured foliage, holding his breath and praying you’d just grab something pre-arranged to buy and walk out.  It wasn’t that he didn’t like people- attention was water and sunshine to him; he practically wilted when he wasn’t getting it- he was just scared of blushing and stuttering, making a fool of himself, which he found himself doing around practically everyone.  As much as he snapped at his friends for making fun of his college job as a florist, he had to agree that it fit him.  ‘He just has a perfect florist personality’ as Taehyung had put it.  

Luck didn’t seem to be on his side, however, when you suddenly whipped your head around and spotted him trying to act preoccupied with a small bunch of gloxinia, as if he hadn’t just been eyeing every step you were taking closer to the counter, anticipation building in his pulse.

“Hi, do you do custom arrangements?” you asked.  You looked about his age, probably a student at the same university, and Jimin couldn’t help but notice the petunias and bitterness residing in your tone.  Flower shops were usually visited by people on their way to enjoyable or fun events, so he felt his eyebrows instinctively raise in shock.

“Yes ma’am, we do.” he politely answered, which immediately had you slamming down a wad of bills on the counter in front of him.

“Great.  How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?”

Maybe it was the initial shock of your explicit question, your deadpan tone, or just the fact that you were pretty, even with that light scowl on your face- but Jimin found himself nervously giggling instead of politely answering this time, which appeared to lessen the frown lines framing your lips.  After a moment of speechlessness, his hours spent staring at flower guides to prep for this job kicked in.

“Uh… orange lilies represent hatred…” he paused, feeling his cheeks heat up under your stare, “and yellow carnations are uh, meant to show disappointment?  Would… would that be okay?”

“Perfect.” you said flatly, nudging your money closer to him.  “How long should it take?”

“O-only about five minutes.” Jimin mentally slapped himself for getting so easily flustered.  He blamed his fluttering heart on the way you angrily, yet adorably, tucked your hair behind your ear after you nodded at him.  You sidestepped to the corner of the counter, obviously having resolved to wait out the few short minutes there.  Jimin found himself cringing already at the fact you’d just be watching him work the whole time because, knowing him, his hands would start shaking under your gaze and he’d slice his hand open while cutting stems again.  

Bravely deciding to follow Taehyung’s stern insistence of ‘it’s better to try and get rejected than not, you wimp’, Jimin cleared his throat and pushed away the white ivy building in his nerves, “These are usually the flowers I avoid at all costs, umm… any particular reason as to why you want such a, uh, graphic bouquet?”

The waves of anger coming from you seemed to ease a bit, and when he glanced over you let out a chuckle while shaking your head.  “Listen, it’s petty and very stupid, so you can’t judge me if I tell you.”  His eyes darted to meet yours to confirm he wouldn’t.  “My ex invited me to his piano studio recital today, and I found out the violinist that will be accompanying his concerto is also the girl he cheated on me with.  I’m bad at confrontation so, even if he doesn’t get the meaning, I’ll feel satisfied with myself, I guess.” you punctuated your candytuft explanation with a shrug.

“Oh…” once again, Jimin was at a loss for words.  “I’m sorry about that, he sounds…”

“Like a dick? Yea, he kind of was.” you caught his eyes and gave him a genuine smile that left Jimin’s heart thumping impossibly harder.  Your tone shifted from basil to ambrosia, “And don’t be sorry, I’ve been over him for a while.” You paused, looking him over, “Are you going to school here?”

Jimin’s already foggy brain took a second to catch up with your sudden change of topic.  “Um, yea… I’m a dance major.”  He was so focused on not crushing the lilies that he almost missed you leaning forward and resting your elbows on the work counter in between you two.

“Ooooooh, a dancer.” With that, he felt even more blood rush to his cheeks at your mistletoe tone and the slight raise of your eyebrows.

“Um, w-what’s your major?” he fought hard to keep his voice from cracking.

“Creative writing,” you let out a light laugh, “no wonder we haven’t run into each other around campus before.”  A thought popped into your head and your back straightened. “Wait, sorry, I haven’t even asked your name.”

He let himself chuckle at that. “Jimin.”

“I’m Y/N.” you smiled again and Jimin swore he’d never seen something so akin to sunflowers before.  Your eyes wandered down to his busy hands.  “What made you want to work here?”

“A family friend owns it, so I figured it would be pretty easy to get hired.” Jimin surprised himself with his lack of hesitation or stuttering.  “I mean, I was right, I got the job without so much as an interview… but then I realized I knew nothing about flowers.”

Your airy laugh echoed in his ears.  He finally decided you reminded him most of the hibiscus growing in the shop’s front window.  “To be honest, I wish I knew more about them, floral arrangement seems pretty cool,” you paused and Jimin looked up at you in pretend confusion, “in a totally non-sarcastic way, I swear!” you began to defend yourself, which ended up in the both of you laughing together.  He finished the last touches on the little bouquet, fluffing out the baby’s breath on the sides, and exchanged the cash you left on the counter for your change.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Jimin handed you the bundle of greenery.

You thanked him with a honeysuckle smile, and turned to leave before abruptly turning back to him.  “Wait, Jimin, I have one more flower question.”

“Yes?” He began absentmindedly cleaning up the fallen carnation petals from the counter, acting as if he wasn’t bothered by you having to leave the shop.  

“Which flower means ‘you’re hella cute and I’d like to go out sometime can I have your number’?” you grinned widely and watched as his cheeks turned a dark shade of rose.

“Um… I mean- uh… white camellia is um, r-red tulips can show-” he started stumbling over his words until you cut him off by handing your phone to him with a giggle and-

“Oh, just put your number in.”

Once you left the shop, Jimin almost immediately got a text from an unknown number.

‘okay but why am i now googling flower meanings to impress you’

Shortly followed by;

‘you’re such a peony’

Jimin felt the colour flood back into his cheeks as he eagerly typed about dinner plans with you for the rest of his shift, both the notion of a ‘hardworking employee’ and his psychology exam completely strewn to the side, just for you.

Angel (Calum smut)

Requested? “You and Cal are kinda ‘talking’ and he comes to your VS fashion show after party and you get photographed sitting on his lap and being cute?”

Summary: ^^^ I changed a few details and added in smut (bc I’m a hoe bag) but I think it’s what you asked for!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: modelling, grinding, general smut

A/N: I haven’t really proof read this but I hope it’s alright :-))

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It’s not the prospect of walking down the catwalk in the skimpiest lingerie you could imagine that’s scaring you, no, you’ve done that plenty times before. It’s more the prospect of who’s attending that has your heart beating faster than normal.

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The whispers heard through the grapevine say that King Jinyoung is a savage. But perhaps a man who is feared by all, still has many fears of his own. 

Word Count: 17k+

Warnings: Violence, heavy subjects, involves discussions on prostitution. (Also, Jinyoung ordering for a guy to be beheaded, mwa ha ha ha)

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Serendipity

So here’s a random oneshot I wrote last night at 3am, it might not make sense, since again, it was 3am, but this sparkle came up in my head and I decided to post it even if it’s really random and bad LOL. I hope you enjoy this random oneshot that came to life at 3am!

Serendipity based. FLUFF. WC: 1.3k

“Damn, I’m tired.” Jimin sighed, waddling his way into the hotel room.

They had just performed in Osaka, and wrapping up the concert took much longer than expected. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, and he was so sleepy that he couldn’t eat now.

“Jiminie, do you want to shower first?” Taehyung said, pulling his arms around Jimin to stabilize him.

“Mm.” Jimin answered, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Taehyung grabbed a set of clothes from Jimin’s suitcase and led him to the bathroom, setting down a towel for him. Jimin smiled at him sleepily and got into the shower.

After showering and getting ready for bed, Jimin waddled over to the hotel bed, almost zombie-like. Once he was close enough, he body-slammed himself onto the mattress, immediately being pulled into sleep the moment his face hit the pillow.

Jimin woke up suddenly, but somewhere he didn’t recognize. The room was plain white, you couldn’t see where the walls started, or where they ended. The room had nothing in it, except the small white mattress on the floor that he laid on, and a bright, soft yellow blanket.  He felt confused, where the hell was he?

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