I Choose You (Optional Bias X Reader)

I Choose You (Optional Bias x Reader)

A/N: Never doubt your importance in this world. We all have our roles to play and just because your name isn’t in lights does not mean that you are worth any less…

You glanced at the crystal vodka bottle on the counter in front of you and then back at your near empty glass, contemplating if you were even going to add juice to your next round. Your eyes involuntarily moved back to the TV screen that you had been watching from your bent over position on the kitchen island counter. You hadn’t even made it back over to the couch where you had first started and you didn’t think you were going back that way anytime soon, at least not in a sober state of mind. The faces and words flashing across the screen, mocking you, were painful enough from this distance.

Vodka on ice for the win.

You turned from the counter to grab more ice from the freezer when you tripped over the bulky duffel bag that had been resting next to your feet. Muffled curses spewed from your lips, your filter already disappearing even though you had only had one drink so far. Your nerves and emotions were shot and the sight of the duffel bag made you walk to the freezer even faster. You needed more alcohol, now.

You were already packed. You hadn’t gathered everything, not even a majority of everything. You had accumulated numerous objects, clothes, and decorations in the year and a half you two had been living together, plus half of the apartment was in your name, but it didn’t even matter, not anymore. You would come back for the rest of it later or maybe never. You didn’t really want to think about it right now. Regardless, you were ready to leave…but you couldn’t force yourself to walk out of the door and out of his life forever. Even with the television special still playing in front of you, even with the stupid Snapchat article still pulled up on your phone next to you, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pick up your bag and say a final goodbye…so, you pulled out the beautiful, crystal vodka bottle he had bought you as one of your birthday presents this year and had started your mission of draining it, hoping that at some point along the way you would get up the courage to leave.

Why couldn’t you leave?

Because you were completely and thoroughly selfish. Because as much as it pained you to admit, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You couldn’t stand the thought of his arms not wrapped tightly around your shoulders and waist as you drifted off to sleep at night. You couldn’t bear the thought of never feeling his lips against yours or your skin ever again. You couldn’t face the fact that you would never get to sneak downstairs to his studio when he was in the middle of one of his creative moods and watch how passionate he was for his music, just like everything else in his life. There were so many things that you were too weak to let go of. You couldn’t leave him…because you loved him.

However, no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you cared for him, no matter the fact that you would do anything for him, you weren’t enough…He deserved better.

You startled from your depressing thoughts, the gorgeous crystal bottle almost slipping out of your hand as the front door slammed closed at the end of the front hallway beside the kitchen. Panic blossomed in your abdomen as footsteps sounded down the hall. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. You were supposed to have more time to pull yourself together and leave. Damn it, why couldn’t you have just done what was right when you first pulled the Snapchat article up on you phone? Why were you such a terrible person?

“Baby?” a voice echoed down the hallway.

Instead of answering, you screwed the bejeweled cap back onto the liquor bottle and tipped your glass back to swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid as a tall figure made his way around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen.

“There you are, babe,” B/N exclaimed as he approached you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to place a quick kiss on your cheek as his hand skimmed down your back to grip your butt briefly, “What are we celebrating?” he asked, not missing the flashy vodka bottle on the counter beside you but completely missing your somber attitude as he walked to the cabinet to grab a glass for himself, wanting to join the fun. You hadn’t opened the bottle since he had gotten it for you, so by his reasoning there had to be something special going on.

He was so innocently excited and it almost had you in tears. His childlike innocence was another thing you were going to miss terribly. But you stifled the tears and forced a smile, the alcohol assisting instead of hindering for once. This was a happy occasion for him after all. He was right. You two should be celebrating.

“Why, we are celebrating your bright future, B/N,” you exclaimed brightly before tossing back another mouthful of the icy alcohol.

A giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face B/N, who had just finished filling his glass with ice, and raised your glass to him. Your merry illusion almost cracked as you drank in his figure, a figure you were so very familiar with. He looked painfully good in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was windswept and was begging you to run your fingers through it and mess it up more. But it was his smile that had you almost breaking down again, damn that smile! You caught yourself, however, and kept your composure, reminding yourself that you were doing this for him. This was for the best…

B/N eyed you suspiciously though his smile remained, knowing you well enough to now know something was off. You usually got giggly when you were drunk but he knew you weren’t drunk, slightly tipsy maybe but not drunk, not even close.

“To your future. To new and better opportunities. To your success. To your future happiness. I wish you all the best,” you exclaimed cheerfully, finishing off the drink in your hand before laughing quietly to yourself again

“Okay, babe, what’s going on?” B/N asked, his suspicion turning to foreboding as he set his glass of ice on the counter before grabbing your wrist and taking your glass out of your hand, “What do you know that I don’t? What new opportunities are you talking about?”

“Why, your new opportunity to find new love!” you proclaimed with a smile that was too bright, too fake, and eyes that were too glassy to be sincere, “A love that is worthy of you, that you deserve. The world is open and full of beautiful women who are more fit to be granted your attention. Women who will advance you and not hinder you.”

“What the hell are you saying?” B/N questioned you, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “I don’t need a ‘new love’. I have you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve fixed that dilemma,” you exclaimed, patting his cheek gently, “I’m leaving, see?” you continued, pointing to your duffel bag on the floor at the end of the counter, “I’m not going to hinder you anymore. Now you can find someone you deserve and be happy.”

“I am happy!” he insisted passionately as his hands grasped your shoulders, his confusion turning to anger and panic, “Who told you I wasn’t happy? Where is this coming from, babe? You can’t leave me.”

“Oh, B/N,” you sighed, unable to resist any longer as you reached up to run your hand through his soft hair, relishing in the feel of the strands weaving through your fingers, “You don’t understand. You’re confused,” you insisted with a sad smile as you unconsciously turned to look at your phone next to you, “This is what’s best for you, for your future. You need a woman who is beautiful, fashionable, talented, intelligent, and…not me. You need someone who fits you. Not someone who is so beneath you.”

His expression only became more confused and frustrated as you pressed on. Where the hell did all of this come from?! You had been perfectly fine when he had left this morning. You had spent an extra few minutes together in bed before he had finally forced himself to peel himself off of you so that he wouldn’t be late to work and you had certainly been happy then. What had happened between then and now that had you wanting to leave him?

B/N followed your line of sight when you became distracted by your phone and immediately ripped it out of your grasp when he saw the large text banner at the top of the screen, “The Most Eligible Bachelors and Their Perfect Matches.” He quickly scanned the tabloid article, becoming more enraged as he scrolled through the piece.

“You actually read this bullshit?!” he pronounced disbelievingly as he continued reading the description of the woman this article believed was his match in heaven, “You’re trying to leave me for this bullshit?!”

He looked up and for the first time since he got home noticed the story airing on the television behind your shoulder, a screen adaptation of the article he was reading on your phone. He felt like his blood was about to boil in his veins. You had dealt with three and a half years of people disapproving of your relationship. He knew it was hard on you because it was hard on him, but you had been through so much together. You had survived together and he had no intention of throwing all of that hard work away because the love of his life had somehow been influenced by a piece of shit article written by people who knew little to nothing about him.

“Are you kidding me?” he blurted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “Please tell me you’re joking so that I can laugh about this.”

“I’m serious, B/N,” you asserted, shoving him off of you, your earlier cheeriness gone, replaced with determination, “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. You deserve to find someone better.”

“You came to all of these conclusions based on this piece of trash article?!” he spat, placing his arms on the counter on either side of you so that you were boxed in, “Those people have no fucking idea what’s best for me because it sure as hell isn’t what’s written in that shitty article. How exactly do you find that you aren’t good enough for me? Please enlighten me on that fact.”

“I…I have no status. I’m just an insurance worker. I’m not important,” you stammered, your words stumbling over themselves under the scrutiny of his furious gaze, “I’m not beautiful enough for someone like you. I can’t offer you anything…”

“What the actual fuck?” he muttered angrily to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Is that the best you’ve got because you have yet to list a valid reason for you to walk out of that door on me. What the hell is wrong with being an insurance worker?! Don’t you know what you do is important? I have no clue what the hell is going on with my insurance. I need people like you just like everyone else in this world, so scratch that lousy excuse off of your list,” he demanded, his face becoming flushed as you seemed to be folding in on yourself in between his confining arms, “As for beauty, what the fuck do you mean you aren’t beautiful? Just because you aren’t walking on a runway or posing in front of cameras doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. So, I guess  you missed all of those mornings I made you late for work because I could not handle how you looked and had to have you for myself before anyone else was allowed to see you just so that I would be reassured that you were mine first. I guess you also missed all of the nights I spent telling you exactly how beautiful you were to me as I held you in my arms. Good to know that those words meant nothing to you. Damn, I thought we had been connecting on a deeper level. So, there goes shitty excuse number two,” he argued, his knuckles becoming white with how tightly he was gripping the countertop, “Now for this ‘I can’t offer anything’ shit. For three and a half years you have given me your time, your support, your patience, your love, your body…what else are you supposed to be able to offer me?”

“I’m not good enough,” you maintained softly, turning away from his gaze as tears threatened to break the barrier of your lower eyelids.

“You know what, Y/N?!” B/N practically yelled, gripping your chin again and turning you back towards him, “You literally have no argument to back that bullshit up! Do you really think we would have been together for three and a half years now if I wasn’t happy?! Disregarding what happens behind the closed doors of our bedroom…and, well, occasionally other places, I am not a masochist. If I was happy, we would not be together. I don’t like wasting my time and I know you sure as hell don’t like wasting yours, so you had better start singing a different tune, darling, because this one is getting really old really fast.”

“You don’t…that is…you…” you stammered, unable to form a coherent argument.

“What, Y/N?” B/N roughly asked, slamming his hands down on the countertop, causing you to jump a little bit, “Out of shitty arguments or do you have more for me?”

“Just shut up, B/N!” you screamed in frustration as you pushed out of the confines of his arms, “Just don’t…don’t talk anymore.”

“Why?!” he proclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he followed you to the end of the counter, “Because I’m right?! Because you literally have no reason to rip my heart out and walk out that door like you’ve been trying to do all night?!” B/N sniffed as a small part of his anger faded to despair at the fact that you were seriously trying to leave him.

“Stop talking, B/N!” you demanded again, your tears threatening to escape again.

Why didn’t he understand that this was best for him? Why did he have to make this so hard? Your heart was already breaking…

“You want me to stop talking?” B/N whispered, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes before leveling his gaze back on you, his eyes hard and almost predatory, “As you wish. No more talking.”

You had no time to react except for a surprised squeal as B/N crossed the distance between you in two furious strides before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grabbing your duffel bag in transit. You had little choice but to grip the back of his shirt, terrified he would end up dropping you as he ignored all of your protests and kicked open the door to your shared bedroom. He forcefully slung the duffel bag across the room, the bag connecting with the opposite wall with a loud ‘thud’ followed by cracking glass as multiple framed pictures crashed to the ground from the force of the impact. B/N slammed the door and locked in before striding over to your bed and dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress.

You weren’t drunk by any means but the amount of alcohol that you had consumed was making your head swim as you flew through the air. Before you could see straight again, B/N was on top of you, his shirt stripped off in a fury before he had your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands and you thighs restrained with both of his.

“B/N—” you feebly protested before his lips cut off the rest of your complaint.

“No talking,” he roughly commanded before attacking your mouth again.

You resisted as long as you could but when B/N got like this you had little willpower. Soon you were kissing him back, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last but at the same time, craving more. Right before you thought your lungs were going to burst from a lack of oxygen, B/N suddenly released you. A soft moan rose from the back of your throat as he pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip and biting it softly before freeing it completely. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling relentlessly.

“B/N—” you exclaimed breathlessly again but his free hand quickly closed over your mouth.

“You’ve always been terrible at taking direction, sweetheart, even now when it’s your own order,” he mumbled darkly against your skin before pulling away from your neck with an especially passionate suck and moving back into your view.

Even though his lips were gone from your skin, the stare he was giving you right now was enough to have you trembling under him.

“You know what’s unfair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence, his lips twitching into a smirk as he removed his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with his index finger, “I didn’t get to have any alcohol and you taste just like it. I guess I’ll just have to get drunk off of you…”

He offered you a slow wink before stealing a lingering kiss that had you pulling against his restraint, much to his amusement, before disappearing from your view again. His lips returned to your neck, marginally more gentle this time as he took his time making his way down its length while his hand slid under your t-shirt, caressing your skin and pushing the material slowly up your torso. When his mouth reached the collar of your shirt he shifted his hips back to trail his kisses up your stomach, starting at the patch of skin above your belly button. You couldn’t help squirming underneath him as his tongue and teeth explored with a mind of their own until he reached the edge of the lacy but comfortable bra you had worn that day.

“This one was always one of my favorites,” he whispered as he buried his face in the crevice between your breasts, turning and sucking softly at the skin of your breast that spilled over the top of the cup while the pad of his thumb skimmed over your nipple through the lacy fabric.

Your back arched into his mouth as he continued working at each of your breasts, his hand eventually finding the clasp at the middle of your back and removing the fabric to give him more freedom. The breathless and barely restrained moans escaping your mouth were driving him just as crazy as his mouth at your breasts were making you insane. He drew another muffled moan out of you as he drew his tongue roughly over your nipple again before shifting back up to your mouth to swallow the beautiful sound. He finally released your wrists and one hand immediately found itself wrapped in his hair while the other moved liberally over his torso, causing a groan of his own to surge from the back of his throat.

“How bad do you want me right now?” B/N suddenly asked softly against your lips, your hand tightening in his hair as one of his hands gently massaged your breast.

“B/N…” you sighed, attempting to pull him harder against your lips.

“How bad?” he pressed, resisting your pull but grinding his hips slowly over yours still trapped underneath him.

“B/N, please,” you pleaded softly, your nails digging into his back as your hips attempted to roll forwards but remained frustratingly restrained.

“This that you feel right now,” he mumbled into your ear, running his tongue lightly along the shell, “This desire, this need. I feel it too,” he revealed, moving down to suck at the sensitive patch of skin underneath your ear, “All the time, for you,” he insisted against your burning skin, “I need you and not just for sex. Don’t you understand?” he asked, shifting back to where you could see him again, “I need you. You are what’s best for me. I know because I decide what’s best for me in my life. Not the media, not the rest of the world, not you…me. I do. And I want you, now and always.”

“What if I still leave?” you asked quietly, your had massaging the back of his neck while the other skimmed lightly up and down the side of his torso, “What if I force you to find someone better?”

“You can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head, “I’ll spend all of my time trying to find you again. You want to ruin my career? Go ahead. Disappear before I wake up in the morning. Put me through that heartache and you’re damning me. You want what’s best for me? Give yourself to me, your body, your love, your support, all of it. Give it to me now and the rest of our lives…”

“Damn you, B/N,” you mumbled, pulling him down successfully this time and molding your mouth to his, “I love you…I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” B/N exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he shifted back to look down at you and moved off of your thighs, “I wasn’t too worried about you disappearing on me in the morning. You’re hardly going to be able to move…”

~Fire

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 10

You’ve never felt kisses so light and heavy, so warm and wet at the same time.

Slave to desire. 

He’s kissing your neck, biting and sucking on your skin. You can’t keep your moans of pleasure to yourself. 

Who was the slave? 

Your fingers are in his hair, your hands keeping him close to you with his body still pressed between your legs. 

Who was the master?

You’re fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and he catches on to what you’re trying to do. He removes it, tossing it to the side for you.

“Finally getting a better look?” he asks, sitting up above you.

Your hands and eyes are roaming all over him, “Yes,” You push him back against the other side of the couch and now you’re on top of him again.

“I’ve always liked a woman on top,” he pulls his shirt off of you, gazing at your body the same way you did his. You kiss him with even more intensity than before and that’s when you feel him pick you up, keeping your legs around him.

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s taking you to his bedroom, “Don’t wake Jesse,” he whispers in your ear as you pass by his room, who’s still sprawled out on the bed. 

He’s trying to close Jesse’s door while still holding you but your leg slips from his grip and he almost drops you. You burst into laughter, causing him to sling you over his shoulder and actually running into his room. 

He plops you on the bed, hovering over you, “What part of don’t wake Jesse don’t you understand?” 

You cover your smile, “I’m sorry,” 

He shakes his head with a smirk, walking to his bathroom, “What are we doing tonight?” he asks. 

“Hm?” you try to fix your hair, sure that it’s messy from all that tousling. 

He stands in front of you with his hands behind his back before revealing a DVD in one hand and in the other a condom. 

“What are we doing?” he asks again. 

Your face heat up, feeling excited again, “Um,” 

He doesn’t rush you, but you end up reaching for both the DVD and condom and he looks so surprised that his eyebrows shoot up. You’re teasing him, knowing his nonchalant behavior was a coverup. You tuck the condom in his pocket and take the DVD. You didn’t want to have sex on the first date. 

You can’t tell if he’s shocked or mildly disappointed but he laughs nervously, “You’re just full of surprises,”  

He sets up a different movie to watch since his selection was boring, “I just grabbed a random one to be honest,” 

You lay on his bed, t-shirt back on, his shirt still off. As the movie shows the intro, you’re looking at him who’s looking at the screen. 

He turns to you, not surprised to find you staring at him, “Are we watching this movie or not? Or should we do something else?” he holds the condom between his fingers, taunting you. 

You pout, looking at the screen, “Fine. Movie,” 

He pulls you against him, so that he’s spooning you, his arm across your chest. You’re not even watching the movie. Content, your eyes are closed as you have your hand on his bicep. 

You’re in the process of having your mind completely enchanted by this man when those nagging thoughts of mind reading return. They’re so persistent that you pause the movie.

“I need you to clear up something for me,” you sit up. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You’re hesitant to bring it up, “I know it’ll sound absurd…and don’t think I’m crazy but, I did see something at the warehouse,” He listens, waiting for you to continue, “You seem to be…very influential,” you choose your words carefully, not wanting to accuse him of a supernatural ability. 

He’s looking at you, his silence unnerving, “Never heard it that way before,” he then gets up, walking out of the room. What did he mean by that? 

“Where are you going?” 

“To get more wine,” 

You follow him, passing Jesse’s room where he hasn’t moved an inch. B/N drinks from the bottle, and you finally blurt out your question, “Can you read minds or not?” he pauses in place and his silence puts you on edge. 

Please laugh, you plead inwardly with his bare back towards you, please let this all be a misunderstanding.

“No, but,” he’s holding the bottle of wine so tight you think he might break it in half, “But I can…” 

He’s struggling to speak, setting the bottle on the counter as he grips the edge, “I can’t do this,” you hear him say. You approach him slowly. What is happening right now?

“You’re making me nervous,” You didn’t expect any of your accusations to be true. You expected him to laugh it off and get back to what he was doing with you. But what he can’t seem to say makes your stomach clench in anticipation. 

“Why did it have to be you?” he looks to the ceiling with a long sigh. He spins around suddenly, gripping your shoulders, as if an idea popped into his mind, “Tell me to tell you,” 

“What?” 

“That’s it! Command me, it’s the only way I can say it,”  

“I’m not-” 

“Y/N, make me tell you!”

“I don’t know what’s going on!” 

He releases you, his hands hovering around your face and he seems so perplexed, “Look me in the eyes, and purposefully command me to tell you,” 

You’re shaking for some reason, but you look in his eyes. And his eyes look…fearful. And his fright is frightening you. Do you even want to know anymore? 

You muscle up the courage, “Tell me,” 

As the words leave your mouth, your mind feels foggy and immediately your lips are tingling. The feeling similar to when you spoke to him on the beach, only more profound. Like losing sensation in your hand when it falls asleep and suddenly waking up with static fingers. 

“I can control minds,” he confesses instantly. 

You stare at him, wanting to believe that what he says is absurd but the energy that you felt when you commanded him, nearly convinced you. 

“And you can control me,” he steps close to you and you step back. 

You realize leaving would be best. You turn for his door, him calling after you but you’re running for the elevator. Did you just make out with a complete psycho? You almost slept with him! He gets in before the doors close. He has a shirt on with his hands up in an attempt to calm you. 

“Y/N please, listen to me,” 

“You’re insane,” you move to the corner of the elevator.

“I will not hurt you,” he says carefully. 

“You can control minds?” you ask and it sounds like nonsense, “Have you been controlling mine?” Do you really believe him right now?

“No,” he says quickly, but you cover your ears with your hands. By the time the elevator opens for the lobby, you rush out, bumping into people.

You get outside realizing you didn’t drive here and you left your purse upstairs with your money, “Let me explain,” 

“Just stay away from me,” People are watching you two curiously. He reaches for your hand but you pull away from him. What else can he do?

A man intervenes, asking you if B/N is causing you problems. But he spins the man around by his shoulder, speaking in a threatening tone, “Walk away,” and with that B/N walks around him and towards you. 

But without question, the man leaves, without looking back and you stare at B/N. 

“What’s going on here?” a security guard steps in. 

B/N looks incredibly impatient, “I’m half tempted to make you walk in front of a car but there’s too many witnesses. So go inside,” The security guard doesn’t think twice before walking into the building. 

Everything else that he’s done clicks in your mind. When he demanded the money from the man when you first met. When he stopped those men at the warehouse. The way he kept demanding you as if he didn’t expect you do against anything he said. 

“Holy shit…” 

“I can’t control you,” he tells you, as if knowing where you thoughts are headed. The closer he comes to you, the more you back away from him until you’re almost in the street. You actually feel scared of him. Isn’t it just a moment ago you found his gaze alluring?

“Don’t come near me,” you yell at him and he stops walking. He stays in the same position for a few seconds and you move closer to him, “Unfreeze,” you say, not sure what the secret undo word was. 

He relaxes, looking annoyed, “You don’t say unfreeze. You just…tell me to do something else,” 

“This makes no sense. How can I control you? How can you control people?” 

He watches the people who are listening to you two and talks so that only you can hear, “Can we go back inside now?” 

“No,” 

“Y/N, I cannot control you,” he sounds frustrated now, “Believe me, I’ve tried,” 

“Why?” 

He sighs, exasperated, “Because it’s what I do. What I’ve always done. I don’t ask for things, I just take them,” 

“Is that what you did to me upstairs?” 

He looks offended, “Now you know that’s not what happened,” 

“Did you to anyone else?” 

“No. Never,” 

“Never?” 

“Well…” 

“Tell me the truth,” 

He’s physically struggling to resist you, his veins defined on his neck, but he confesses anyways, “I persuade them to speak to me but never to sleep with me. I just let it unfold,” you glare at him and he shrugs, “I like resistance sometimes. It’s no fun if everyone does what you say,”  

“Why should I believe you? You have the power to get whatever and whoever you want, and you expect me to believe your moral code is interfering?” 

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are,” he mutters.

“You’re disgusting,” 

“Y/N,” he blows down, holding the bridge of his nose, “I have never, ever, manipulated a woman to be with me in any way,” 

“How do I know you didn’t try it on me?” 

“I didn’t try that but if you can recall I tried to control you in the beginning. And I can’t,” 

“Why can’t you?” 

He has his hand on his hip, motioning to the building, “Can we just talk about this upstairs, please?” 

His eyes are flickering to the people around him nervously. Clearly, he doesn’t want to be found out.

“Fine,” you say. You can control him. You’re not worried. 

Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 1)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note:This is the first part of my new mini-series! I hope you all enjoy~

xoxo Sara

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You sat in the back room of the small coffee shop you owned with your old co-worker, waiting for her to arrive to work as you flipped through the pages of the latest book you bought. As an avid book reader and writer, you owned well over two-hundred books, which were good contributes to the small coffee shop. Once you had finished reading them, you’d place them in the shelves in the walls for the patriots of the coffee shop to pick up and enjoy while they sipped on their coffee.

“Yah, (Y/N),” Your co-worker, Tiffany giggled, “Snap out of your daydream. Your shift starts in ten minutes.”

“Yours started fifteen minutes ago!” You shouted, whipping your apron at her before slipping it on, “Don’t tell me to get to work!”

“Listen, there was a lot of traffic okay?” Tiffany tied her hair up, slipping a cap on over it, “I’m sorry I’m late. But i’ll close up today, okay? So don’t worry your pretty little head~” Tiffany tapped your head softly as she tied her apron, smiling at you before she left the room.

“I practically live here, I always close up,” you murmur to yourself, a small smile playing on your face as you bit your lip.

Your life had seemed simple enough. You have lived on your own for as long as you can remember; your mother and father had gotten a divorce when you were little, and your mother had passed away just a year or so afterwards. You lived with your grandma up until this year, when you had saved enough money to buy an apartment down the block from a little space that you had been eyeing for a long time, which was also up for rent. Agreeing to go half-and-half on the space, you and a person from your old job had bought it and turned it into a small—really small—coffee shop, something you had always dreamed of doing since you were a child.

Walking out into the small space, your eyes scanned over the people who sat in your coffee shop. There were few people who came here frequently, a small set of girls who came everyday after school, along with a boy who seemed to be there more for the books than he was for the actual coffee. Today, though, you saw new faces that you have never seen before; three men, with hair as light as the sun and skin so pale you were positive that it was their first time going outside in a while. Regardless, you served them with a smile, giving them their coffee the way they ordered it; black, with no sugar nor sweetener added to it.

You noticed the three men staring at you as you went back to work, serving the other customers with smiles although your mind was wandering somewhere else. Why were they staring at you so much?

“Hey, TIff,” you murmured softly as you went behind the counter, gripping your co-workers arm slightly, “I know you said you’d close up today.. But would you mind it if I just, stayed with you until then?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Tiffany said cautiously, putting her tray down as she raised an eyebrow at you, “Why? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you nod, showing a soft smile, “i just, didn’t want you to lock up alone, is all. It sucks having to walk home alone.”

“Alright,” She smiled, patting your head once again before lifting up the tray, “We can lock up together.”

Smiling at her, you nodded as you went back onto the floor, waiting for someone to raise their hand to take their order.

You sat at the front, waiting fro someone to order, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a hand shoot up. You looked over to see the boy with black hair, raising his hand, his eyes staring into yours as you slowly stood.

Walking over, you smiled at him, leaning down to see the book he was reading.

“Poetry?” You hummed, taking out your notepad with a smile, “I love poetry. Shel Silverstein was one of my favorites when I was younger.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, “You have every book he’s ever produced here. Are these all of your books?”

“Yep, all mine,” you smiled, gesturing to the large shelve filled with books, “But I’ve read them all and i didn’t want them to collect dust. So I brought them here! Now, what can I get for you, sir?”

“Can I have a small cup of coffee, black? No sugars or anything in it,” he said, putting the book down as you nodded.

“We are also having a sale on pastries, freshly made. Would you like to try one?”

“No thank you, I only have money for my coffee really,” The boy smiled, wiping his hair from his forehead slightly as you nodded.

“Okay! Coming right up,” you smiled, walking to the small counters in the shop where Tiffany stood, handing her the order you had just received.

“That boy is cute,” Tiffany giggled, giving your hip a little bump, “He comes here everyday, have you noticed?”

“I have,” you hummed, sorting out the pastries in the small display glass, “He comes to read everyday. This is the first time I’ve seen him order anything, though.”

“I bet he was waiting for you to serve him,” She giggled, sliding a couple of coffees onto a tray, “He stared at you all the time, but not creepily. He’ll just peek over his book.” Winking at you softly, Tiffany left the area, making a blush rise onto your cheeks as you finished the boys coffee. Sliding a pastry into a small paper bag, you walked over and handed both of them to him.

“I sai-“

“It’s on the house,” you smiled, “And don’t worry, the owner won’t get mad. She wants you to eat, you come here everyday for six hours at a time and you never eat.”

The boy smiled at you softly, nodding his head as he slid the pastry out of the bag, “Well, tell her I said thank you.”

“No problem,” you hummed, walking away from him and to the small area you were standing at before he ordered.

The rest of the day went along smoothly; the group of men from before staying at their table, staring at you until closing, the boy from table three leaving a tip for you along with the pastry, a note attached saying that you would enjoy it more than he could.

The next day, the same people were back; the boy from table three, and the men who sat and stared at you. Walking over to the boy who sat reading a book, you placed a coffee in front of him.

“Thank you,” The boy said, a soft smile on his face as he squinted at your name-tag, “(Y/N).”

“Of course…” You said, your sentence lingering as you raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

“Jaebum.” He said, putting his book down to take a sip of his coffee. “Im Jaebum.”

“Well, Jaebum,” you said, tucking your notepad into your pocket, “I hope you enjoy your coffee.”

“Wait,” Jaebum said, looking around softly before leaning in close to you, “Those guys at table seven… They’ve been staring at you. And they’re bad news, so stay away from them, okay?”

“Why are they bad news?” You asked softly, “Do you know them?”

“I know of them, yes,” Jaebum said softly, “And they’ve been staring at you for two days. Don’t trust them. Let your friend serve them, or someone else.”

“Why are you warning me of this?” you asked, “Should I call the police on them?”

“No no,” Jaebum shook his head softly as he licked his lips, “The police won’t be able to do anything. Just, be careful.”

“Alright,” you said hesitantly, fear plaguing your mind as you slowly backed away from Jaebum’s table. How did he know of those guys? Why was he warning you?

Walking to the back room, you slipped off your apron, “I’m going on a break,” You told tiffany, “i’m going to sit out in the back.”

“Be careful!” Tiffany giggled, patting your head as she slid out her phone from her pocket.

“I will,” you smiled, waving at her as you opened the door that led to the back patio. You sat in a chair with a book in your hand, reading it for what seemed to be fifteen minutes, before you heard a whistle.

“Yoohoo,” you heard softly, your head snapping up to see the three men who were perched at table seven moments ago, “Miss?”

“Hello,” you said, slowly standing up, “I’m sorry, but this is a private back patio. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“But we have a few questions,” another said, eyes glued to you as you backed yourself away and near the door, “Would you mind answering them for us? It’s about your shop.”

“I can get my associate to answer them for you,” you said quickly, “My break just ended. I’m sorry!”

Quickly, you pulled yourself through the door and locked it, letting out a long sigh as you felt your heart beat speed up. How did they get back there? You looked at Tiffany, who stood while taking orders. Should you maybe close up the store early and go home?

“Tiffany,” you said softly as she came behind the counters to make an order, “The guys at table seven. They were on the back patio.”

“What?” she asked, filling a cup with green tea, “How did they get there? No one knows the code besides us and your grandma.”

“I don’t know,” you murmured, “But it’s making me paranoid. Do you think we should close up the shop?”

“No, no,” Tiffany shook her head, “We never close this early. Stay in the back room for a little. If you still feel uneasy about everything, then go home, okay?” She patted your back softly as she placed the tea on the tray.

“Alright,” you nodded, smiling at her before slipping into the back room, locking the door behind you. You sat there for a good hour, unable to even look if the men were still back there, waiting for you, or to see if maybe they went to sit back inside. Your mind raced as scenarios flowed through your head. You didn’t know what to do.

Grabbing your bag, you left the back room and hugged Tiffany. “I’m going to go home now. Lock up, okay?”

“I will,” Tiffany said, looking around the coffee shop to see if anyone was watching you, “Get home safe,okay?”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her, waving goodbye as you slowly exited the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing loudly as you stepped outside.

Looking behind you constantly, you made sure no one was following you. You made quick steps to the next block, and then the next.

Once you past the corner to the block going to your apartment, you looked at the bench that sat near the bus stop. There were the three men that usually sat in your coffee shop. You locked eyes with them for a moment, but quickly sped up your steps, hoping to lose them and get to your apartment.

Your hopes were lost as you saw them crossing the street quickly, hot on your trail. You sped up your steps yet again, almost to a jogging pace, but they were still close behind you, getting closer to you with each passing moment.

Soon, there was nothing to do but run.

All you could do was run. At some point, your feet became so numb you couldn’t feel them anymore, the pins and needle feeling spreading from your toes all the way to your legs. You were unsure where you were running to, because you had nowhere left to turn. No friends, no family, no one to save you. You were alone in the world, and you were scared.

You couldn’t think straight. You felt your heart beating through your throat, the taste of your sweat on your lips as your tears stung your eyes, the thoughts of who was chasing you, who was trying to catch you, was far beyond your thoughts right now. All you could think of was how to lose them.

You could smell the freshly mowed grass you were running on as you screamed for your life, unsure of who would hear you, unaware of who might actually care. You weren’t going to try and knock on anyone’s door. That would take too long, it would give them enough time to decrease the gap you’ve put between you and them and catch you, and that was the last thing you wanted.

You wondered how you got into this situation, how you went from working at a coffee shop, a place where only few people frequently went, to running for your life from people who you didn’t know, who didn’t look harmless when they entered your shop.

And then, it went dark.

Cleaning (M)

Park Jinyoung (Got7) x Reader

Word Count: 2,090

Genre: Smut

“Jinyoung, I am not cleaning my room tonight. I will do it tomorrow like I said. Now let’s go pick a movie to watch before you ruin the night,” you bargained.

Jinyoung cocked his head, an eyebrow raised and a smirk graced his lips, “Are you going against my word,” he asked.

“No. I am not. I-,” you tried to refute.

“Because is seems like you are, baby,” he said, his eyes bore into yours and you knew you were in for it.

“Wow, this place is a mess,” Jinyoung chastised.

The both of you were currently standing in the doorway of your bedroom, which, you could admit, was a true disaster zone. Clothes were strewn over every surface, zero amount of the floor is visible, and you swore that there was a desk underneath all of your stuff. If Jinyoung hated one thing, it would be untidiness. He could not stand it, and you knew it. That is why you tried your hardest to prevent him from walking into your room. You knew he would freak out, and give you another lecture about how you should keep things clean. It irritated you to no end, and you did not want to have to deal with that tonight.

“I know it is. But, I had so much work to do for school and I was working more hours at the shop, so I haven’t had the time to clean,” you said hoping that he would give a break just this once because you much rather spend the night cuddling with your boyfriend than picking up your room. And, Jinyoung will absolutely make you spend the night hours cleaning up the mess that you created. Even if that meant he had to help you.

Jinyoung’s gaze shifted from the floor to you, and then said, “We are cleaning this tonight.”

“Come on. I promise to clean it all up tomorrow. Can we just relax for tonight?” you begged.

Jinyoung shook his head, and you sighed. You wish he would leave it be. It was not like he is your parent. Not even your own mother would nag you this much about the cleanliness of your room. He can be insufferable sometimes.

“I will even help you,” Jinyoung offered, as if this made the situation any better.

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The Matchmaker

Moodboard by: myself. Theme : Park Jinyoung aka. The Matchmaker.

Title : The Matchmaker

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader x Jinyoung

Genre : Fluff, Romance, Angst

Author : Me

Summary : You love Jaebum, with all your heart. There is no way he would love you back though, considering you’re too scared to even say hello to him. One day, your friend tells you about the Matchmaker, a man who can help you get the love of your life and you decide you need this person in your life. This is the only way to make Jaebum and you a whole.

“What do you want from me?” His voice was god-like, just like his suit. It all felt like you were meeting with Cupid himself.

“Love. I need him to fall in love with me.” Hoarse was the answer, steady, sure. This was your most precious wish now.

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JB Scenario - Being Overheard - Smut

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Anonymous said:

Can i request a Jaebum smut where you are at the dorm and end up having sex in his room but the members heard everything so when you get out they tease you please ?

“You promise Jinyoung took them out?” You asked for what was probably the eighth time since you’d arrived at their dorm. He rolled his eyes. He was probably just a little annoyed at your insistence of asking. After all, you’d already gone through most of your foreplay and he had been in the middle of putting the condom on. If you were going to have cold feet for fear of being intruded upon, you hadn’t picked the best of moments. You couldn’t help that you anxiety about being caught happened once your breath had evened and ecstasy subsided. “Yes, out to eat. And they just keep eating for a couple hours so we don’t have anything to worry about, ok?” He said but you frowned. You liked the members and would prefer to avoid having some unbearably awkward experience come between you. “Did you lock the door?” You asked – probably the sixth time you’d asked that question. “I’m starting to think you’re trying to avoid having sex with me.” He said, pouting as he pushed himself up and jiggled the handle of the door to prove it was locked, then he flicked the overhead light off, leaving only the lamp by his bed. “I’m not…I’m just nervous I guess. This would be our first time doing it here rather than at my place.” You said, turning pink. Sometimes you could manage to pull off a confident cool girl front but in moments like this, that would all crumble away. “You think I want them to walk in on us?” He asked, getting back onto the bed. “No…” You said drawing out the word as his hand landed on your leg. “Eventually I will not live with six other guys but for now…That’s the reality.” He said, but his voice had dropped, not only becoming lower, but softer, too. “I know…” You replied. Your voice had dropped, too, slipping away as you began to sink into his gaze, into his soft touch as his hand moved up your leg and he began to move his leg between yours and hover over you. “So do you still want to do this?” He asked and your mouth fell open, lost as his hand traveled lightly along your side. Tingles moved through you in an unescapable wave. A soft mix between a sign and a squeak tumbled from your lips as his fingers brushed over your cheeks where a blush burned. “Is that a yes?” He whispered, his eyes boring into yours. You nodded and he smirked, moving to be on top of you. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his tip press into your heat. With a slow, fluid motion, he brought his lips to yours just as his length pushed into you. He took a moment just to kiss you, giving you a chance to adjust to his cock inside of you before he pulled out and slid back in. After a few pumps, he leaned into your ear. “Should I try to make you scream?” Just after that sentence had wiggled its way into your arguably delirious brain, you felt him make some adjustments to his position, his length now reaching your g-spot at the depth of every thrust. Without a thought, you had had gotten a grip on his shoulder, your fingernails digging in. Usually you were not particularly loud in bed, mostly because both of your bedrooms had thin walls. However, recently he’d started to take that on as a challenge – actively trying to get you to cry out with ecstasy. “Don’t you dare!” You hissed. Again, he smirked, giving a deep and hard thrust, one that made you gasp and cling to him even harder. “What if I stole you away to a hotel? Could I try then?” He asked, nibbling at your earlobe. His thrusts were getting harder and deeper. The room filled with sounds, not yours, but the sounds of bodies coming together and very squeaky bedsprings. “Maybe.” You gasped just as he landed another thrust on your g-spot. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said with another over-confident smirk. You managed to get in an eye roll before another thrust rocked through your body. But you were thankfully he’d managed to forego his challenge, the only sounds your relatively contained gasps, moans and groans. But with those, you didn’t realize how loud the bed was or how loud it was overall. Steadily, his thrusts increased in pace, growing sloppy and desperate until he finally reached his high and flopped over next to you. Admittedly, you liked his blissed out expression while he regained his strength and came back down. It was cute to see him with sweat collecting on his brow, flushed cheeks and a smile on his face. “They’re going to be home soon, right?” You asked after another few minutes. He nodded, pushing himself up. “It’s probably good if we great them downstairs, they’ll suspect less suspicious behavior that way.” He said reaching for a pair of briefs, pants and a shirt before he tossed you some of the clothes you kept stashed in his room. Once you were dressed, and the sex hair fixed and the room cleaned up, you left his room and started toward the living room. That was when you heard the giggling. “JB, I think we need to get you a new bed.” Jackson said, seeing you coming down the hall. “What?” Jaebum said, catching on even slower than you did. By that point, your face was already beat red, about the same color as Youngjae’s. Jinyoung and Youngjae seemed to be the most embarrassed ones. Yugyeom, BamBam, Mark and Jackson were failing at holding in their laughs and even Jinyoung was smiling, just with pink cheeks. “So…Are you going to be staying over more often? I can sleep on the couch, if you want.” Jackson said, getting those big eyes and big energy he got when he was doing a bit. You didn’t answer but it seemed like JB finally caught on. “Jesus Christ…” JB sighed, beginning to accept the inevitable teasing. “So if our leader can have a girl over, can we have girls over?” BamBam asked. “No!” JB said firmly, looking at BamBam’s overly suggestive smirk. “That’s no fair.” Mark said, but it wasn’t a serious accusation. His eyes were full of too much glee for that. “Yeah well!” And that was all JB said. They just erupted into hoots of laughter, until BamBam turned to you. “So is he any good?” BamBam asked, his sparkling with more naughtiness than you had ever possessed. “She is definitely not answering that!” JB said, moving between you and BamBam. Another chorus of laughs erupted. “We have more questions, don’t worry.” Jackson said wickedly. “We’re going back to my room.” JB said desperately, putting his hands on your shoulders and steering you away, a chorus of hoots following you. “Should we get noise cancelling headphones?” BamBam called. “Should I sleep on the couch tonight?” Jackson added. Both of those questions remained unanswered. Admittedly when you thought about it later, they had been pretty funny. Just in that moment you were too embarrassed to appreciate their humor.