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Most to least likely to hide their relationship from fans
note: please remember that this is just my opinion.
Most
Jay B
Jinyoung
Bambam
Yugyeom
Youngjae
Mark
Jackson
Least
From my observation, Jay B isn’t much of a talker. I think he would rather tell fans details about what he’s currently working on than share details of his love life. He just prefers to keep his personal life private.
I placed Jinyoung second after Jay B because he is also a private person. He may talk more than the leader, but that doesn’t change the fact that this man would probably do anything to keep his relationship a secret. Especially, since he is in the acting industry too.
Most people wouldn’t expect Bambam to be placed third. Because he is very animated, many fans wouldn’t think that he’d be so private about his relationships. But it’s quite the opposite. I personally think that Bambam is the type to be like, “Ahgases are my loves”, while he got a whole secret relationship we don’t know about lmao.
In all honesty, I don’t know what Yugyeom would do if he was dating. There are moments where he wants to protect his s/o from the swirling paparazzi. But then there are times when he just wants to show his s/o off to the word.
Youngjae wouldn’t mind his relationship being out in the open, as long as his s/o is okay with it. He went to an interview to promote his solo debut, but the interviewer only asked questions about his girlfriend. His cheeks would be as red as a tomato. Not wanting to share every detail, he replied, “We’re doing good”.
Another quiet member, Mark is so chill about it. He could care less; he just hopes that the media doesn’t try to exploit their relationship negatively.
Jackson most likely would not hide his relationship from fans. Idk, I just feel like he would be happy that he could show off his girlfriend publicly. He does sometimes worry about her receiving hate, so he advised her to disable comments from her IG posts.
When You’re Injured And Don’t Tell Them | GOT7
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Jackson:
You were walking back home from work the day after an argument with Jackson— refusing to let him pick you up like usual. All of the hurtful words and names used from the previous night came flooding back to you, causing your eyes to blur with tears.
Not allowing them to fall, you wiped at your eyes in frustration and sadness, not paying attention to the stick on the sidewalk in front of you. Your shoelace caught on the end of the stick, causing you to tumble forward. You gasped and fell hard onto the concrete.
New unshed tears flooded your eyes, but this time because you were in pain. You winced and looked down at your ankle, pulling your pantleg up just enough to see the damage. It was starting to bleed and change colors, and you just knew it was going to be a nasty bruise before the end of the night.
You sighed and pulled your jeans back down, forcing yourself up with another wince before walking as fast (and as careful) as you could back home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, you threw your Converse off and waddled your way into the bathroom. Each step you took caused an immense amount of pain to shoot up from your ankle to your entire leg. You got undressed as quickly as possible and went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean your ankle up.
You were so focused on the pain that you hadn’t realized that Jackson was home early. You opened the bathroom door with a groan and your eyes widened when your boyfriend turned around in surprise, in the process of turning the shower on for himself. His eyes softened when he noticed you holding your leg with tears in your eyes. You gulped and tried to blink away your tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ho—”
“What happened?” Jackson asked softly, walking towards you with concerned eyes. His hands went down to pull at your jeans to see what was wrong, but your hand slapped it away. Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he looked up at you. “Hey, it’s just me. Let me see.”
You shook your head. “It’s nothing. My shoes were just too tight on my feet today, that’s all.” You lied, not wanting to worry him or make him feel guilty for not picking you up.
Jackson knew you were lying, but he just let it go since it was clearly obvious you were still upset with him. “Okay,” He hesitated, letting go of your leg to look behind him at the shower. “If you want to get in first, you can. I’ll just get in after you.”
You nodded and watched as he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind himself to give you privacy. You exhaled a sigh of relief once he was gone, throwing your head back. You unbuttoned your jeans carefully, gasping when you saw how swollen your ankle was already.
Nonetheless, you turned the shower on and climbed in carefully, allowing the warm water to wash away the blood from the cut. All of a sudden, the shower curtain flew open, making you gasp and cover yourself up as much as possible. Jackson stood there with a towel around his waist, staring down at your foot and all of the blood swirling around the shower floor, watching it go down the drain.
“Jackson!” You squealed in shock, placing a hand over your chest, your heart beating way too fast. “What the hell are you doing? You said I could shower first.” You let go of your body after realizing it was just your boyfriend, putting your head under the water to wet your hair.
Jackson didn’t reply, only tossing his towel into the hamper and climbing into the shower behind you. “Dude.” You exclaimed, wiping the water from your eyes to look at him.
“Why are you bleeding?” He asked firmly, pointing down at your leg. You looked down and gulped, shaking your head. “Y/N. What the hell happened?” He asked more firmly, walking closer to you.
“Jackson, stop. It’s fine. I just tripped, that’s all.” You replied quietly, looking away in embarrassment. Jackson’s fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry for not telling you.”
“I don’t care what happens, and I don’t care if we get into the world’s biggest fight. You never keep these kinds of things from me. Do you understand me? When you get hurt and when you bleed, you let me know immediately. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you in times like this.” He spoke quietly and gently, but at the same time he was firm to let you know how serious he was. “Now tell me— are you okay?”
Mark:
You had been dancing around the house to your boyfriend’s playlist he had made for you, singing and jumping like nobody was watching. You spun around the couch excitedly, not meaning for your sock to slip on the hardwood floor and send you straight down. You gasped and tears welled in your eyes as you grabbed your elbow, noticing the blood trickle between your fingers.
You stood up quickly, rushing to the kitchen sink to clean it up. Within a few minutes, your elbow was bandaged and the blood off the floor was cleaned before it had dried. You began to laugh it off, the pain dying down and now becoming something to joke about. You pulled your phone out to call your boyfriend to tell him about the accident, a smile on your face as you imagined the fall over and over again— you couldn’t help but laugh everytime.
“Hello?” Mark’s groggy voice spoke on the other side of the phone, the bass of the speakers loud and clear behind him. Your smile began to fall once you noticed how tired he seemed to be.
“Hey,” You spoke softly. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”
Mark sighed heavily, making your heart crumble a little bit. “I’m alright. Just really stressed out right now with this new dance number. I just can’t get it right. I just want to go home and cuddle with my girl, today just sucks ass.”
“I’m sorry baby. Try not to let it stress you out anymore than it already has, okay? Take deep breaths and make sure you’re staying hydrated. As soon as you get home, we can watch your favorite movie and cuddle.” You promised with a smile on your face, the original reason why you called completely slipping from your mind.
“Okay,” Mark replied with a small smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll be home in about an hour and a half, okay? I gotta go, the boys are waiting for me. I love you.”
“Be careful, please. I love you too. See you later, bub.” You blew him a kiss through the phone before hanging up. You looked down at your bandaged elbow and sighed, deciding against telling him since he was already stressed enough. You slid on one of Mark’s sweatshirts and covered your arm up, hoping he wouldn’t think much of it considering you wear his sweatshirts quite often.
By the time he got home and had changed into comfier clothes, he was throwing himself onto your shared bed with a heavy sigh. You pouted at how tired he was, and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. The day’s over and done with now. I’m right here, and there’s nothing to be stressed about anymore.” You praised softly, pressing a kiss to his head as he dug his face into your neck.
Your left hand continued to run through his hair while your right stroked his back. The movie (chosen by Mark) played in the background but went unnoticed, you and Mark beginning to fall asleep in each others arms. You had fallen asleep faster than Mark, your hands coming to a stop and just softly resting on his scalp and his back. Mark whined softly, your stopped strokes making him start to wake back up.
He reached up and grabbed at your elbow to continue your motions, making you yelp out in pain. Your eyes snapped open and Mark immediately sat up to check on you. “What happened? What did I do? Are you okay?”
You forced a smile and shook your head, rubbing your elbow softly one last time before letting it fall back into his hair. “Shh, don’t worry about it. Let’s just go back to sleep.”
Mark grabbed your wrist gently, pulling it out of his hair. “No, let me see what’s wrong first.” He ordered, making you sigh.
“Marky, come on. I’m tired.” You pouted, throwing your head back onto your pillow. Mark stayed silent, making you lift your head up to look at him. He had pulled your (well, his) sweatshirt sleeve down to see what was wrong. His eyes widened when he saw the large white bandage, his eyes quickly trailing back up to you. “It was an accident, I fell earlier and I didn’t want to worry you so I just kept it to myself.”
“I’ll always worry about you, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for. So let me do my job.”
Jinyoung:
Earlier in the week, you were scrubbing the kitchen floor and when you went to stand up, you slammed your head on the counter. After seeing it wasn’t too big of a cut and didn’t require stiches, you decided that it wasn’t a big deal and that it wouldn’t hurt to keep it from your boyfriend.
It was now Thursday night, and Jinyoung had finally gotten a day off to spend with you. The two of you had decided on putting on a movie, but within twenty minutes of it, your lips were on each others. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.” Jinyoung moaned softly against your lips.
“I missed you.” You replied before leaning your head back to allow him to give you kisses along your neck. Jinyoung’s hands traveled to your hips, squeezing them gently before tapping them, motioning for you to move. You listened, crawling over him and onto his lap as you looked down at him with a smile. Your eyes shined with adoration, your hands pulling his bangs back to reveal his forehead. “My pretty boy.” You whispered, making him smile.
“Come here,” He muttered, grabbing you by the back of your head as he connected your lips again. As his fingers began to massage your scalp while the two of you made out, he started to notice the large bump that took place on your head. His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled away in confusion. “What is that?” He asked, pulling you closer to him so he could see.
“What is what?” You repeated, feeling his fingers run over your bump multiple times to try and figure out what it was. “Jinyoung, what are you talking about?”
“This. You have a big ass bump on your head, babe. Here, turn around real quick,” He lifted your head off of his chest and turned you around so you were straddling him backwards so he could see your head better. He gently leaned your head backwards, pushing your hair to the side to reveal the bruised lump on the back of your scalp. He gasped and circled his fingernail around it a few times. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the hell did you do?”
You furrowed your eyebrows and flew your hand to the back of your head, allowing Jinyoung’s larger hand to guide you towards the bump. You gasped when you felt it, worry setting in. “What the fuck?” You muttered, turning yourself back around to face your boyfriend.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked gently, his hands rubbing small and soft circles around the bump. “Do you have a headache?”
“No, no, I’m fine, I just don’t know what it could b—” You stopped yourself when you remembered what you had done Monday evening. “Ahhhh, I know what it’s from. I was cleaning the kitchen floor Monday and when I went to stand up, I hit my head on the counter.”
“Monday? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jinyoung asked, his hands falling to your back as he rubbed at it soothingly.
“Well, you’ve just been so stressed lately and you finally got a day off so I just wanted to let you relax and not worry about me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you.” You pouted, your hands playing with the strings of his hoodie as you spoke.
“Hey, that doesn’t matter to me,” He spoke, lifting your head up so you could look at him. “You always tell me when stuff like this happens, okay?”
Youngjae:
He had begged and begged and begged to take you out on a dinner date for the first time in four months. It had been so long since the last one because of his busy schedule. Normally, you would have jumped at the opportunity, but because of an awful toothache you’d got about two weeks prior, you didn’t want to eat absolutely anything. Your appetite had dropped immensely, too afraid to eat in fear of putting your tooth in even more pain.
You were doing a pretty good job at faking it and eating small and soft things in front of your boyfriend so he wouldn’t catch on, but this was different. It would only be you two— none of his friends to distract him and give you a break from eating and allowing you to let your tooth relax. He’d be sitting across you and would definitely notice if you weren’t eating or wincing in pain.
Finally, though, you agreed. You took a few pain pills before he had picked you up, in hopes it would help numb the pain just until after dinner. It honestly worked for the majority of the time— that was until the food arrived. You had honestly forgot about your tooth since the pain was gone and you had Youngjae to distract you. When you took a bite of your food, however, the pain instantly flew back.
You gasped in shock and dropped your fork, catching Youngjae’s attention immediately. He swallowed his food quickly before standing up from his chair, rushing towards you in worry. “Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, his hands grabbing at your cheeks to examine you. You winced in pain and shook your head quickly, your eyes tearing up as you held your jaw. “Hey, let me see. Move your hand, baby.”
You sniffled and lightly removed your hand, resting it on his arm as you whimpered in pain, trying to open your mouth so he could see. “Here, hold on,” He mumbled, grabbing a napkin from the table before holding it to your mouth. “Spit. I don’t want you to choke.”
You obeyed, spitting out your food into the napkin and watched through teary eyes as he tossed it onto the table and gripping at your chin softly to pry your mouth open. “You’re okay, shh. I won’t touch it, I just wanna see. Just calm down, honey.” He reassured when you gasped and let out a quiet sob when your tooth ached after you opened your jaw wider. “Which one is it, can you point to it for me?”
You sniffled once more before pointing a shaky finger toward you back molar, resting it back onto his arm when he nodded. “Yeah, baby, you’re bleeding. Your gums are swollen too.” He spoke gently, his fingers letting go of your chin and letting your jaw close again. “Did this happen just now?” He asked, standing back up to grab an ice cube from his water.
You shook your head, flinching when he placed the ice cube onto your jaw. “N-No,” You whimpered out, looking up at him to see his reaction. “I’ve had it for a few weeks now, but I was too embarrassed to tell you. I took a few Ibuprofens before I left, and it took away the pain for a while.”
“Until you ate.” Youngjae added, making you nod. He sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment. “You gotta tell me this stuff, kiddo. I can’t have you sitting here in pain like this. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, alright? You can’t just suffer in silence or else it’ll just get worse. Now come on, we’ll go get you some numbing cream and make you an appointment with the dentist.” He reassured before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.
Jaebum:
He woke up before you did, which was a rare occurrence. The two of you had plans for the day, and you needed to get up soon. He looked down at you, smiling at the sight of your sleeping state on his chest, your legs tangled together. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your head, running his hands through your hair soothingly. “Hey, princess. You gotta get up.”
You stirred, a whine escaping from your lips before you hugged his waist tigher and dug your face deeper into his bare chest. “Come on, babygirl. We have to get ready to go. We have breakfast at your parents’ house, remember?” He tried again, his hand pushing your large T-shirt up so he could rub at your bare back.
“I don’t want to get up.” You whined, moving your leg from inbetween his to over his thighs. “I’m tired.”
“I know, baby, but we can’t be late. They’re excited to see us.” Jaebum pushed, his fingertips traveling lower, running softly over your underwear covered hip. When he ran his fingers over a certain part of your hip, however, you gasped in pain and shot up. His eyebrows furrowed, and he sat up quickly. “What happened?”
“M-My hip, it—” You sat up, lifting your shirt up and pulling the side of your underwear down to examine it. Jaebum leaned forward, pulling it down further to see where you were talking about, his eyes widening when he saw the large bruise on the bottom of your hip. “I-I hit it on the printer at work the other day, but it hasn’t started hurting until now.”
“That’s bad, babe. Like.. really bad,” Jaebum sighed, his hand turning you to the side so he could see it from another angle. “Jesus.” He whispered, running his thumb over the bruise. You winced and he looked up at you. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay. I’ll just put some ice on it or something. It should go away pretty soon, right?” You asked, letting your shirt fall back over your legs. Jaebum let go of your underwear softly, making sure it didn’t snap back at your skin harshly and cause you any pain on your bruise. He sighed and looked at you, his hand reaching over to move your hair from your face.
“The swelling will go down soon, but for now just put some ice on it and take some medicine, and we’ll keep an eye on it, okay?” He reassured you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. “But if something like this happens again, you need to tell me.”
BamBam:
You allowed your bra to fall down your arms, slipping yourself out of it. You sighed and tossed it into the hamper before bending to grab a shirt for bed. Just then, your boyfriend walked into the bedroom, whistling once he saw your half naked state. “Damn, baby. I had such a bad day at work today and this just made all of my stress go away. Come here.” Bambam tossed his bag onto the floor, making you giggle and turn around to look at him with a shirt in hand.
“Why was your day so bad?” You ignored his flirting, sliding the baggy T-shirt over your head. You pulled your hair out from under the shirt and looked up at him, waiting for a response. He walked closer to you as he licked his lips, placing his hands around your waist. “Hey, I’m talking to you, punk.” You joked, pressing a finger to his chest.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I was too busy looking at your beautiful face. What did you say?” He asked, his face incredibly close to yours. You laughed and rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you repeated your question. “We were just so busy, and Yugyeom was being such a little brat today. I was so stressed.”
“Well, don’t be. You’re home with me, now.” You smiled, pushing his hair away from his face. “I missed you.” You whispered before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I missed you too, baby.” He replied, kissing you once more. He pulled away to admire you for a little longer, something he loved to do when he had bad days. But something caught his eye. “Hey, did I do this to you?” He asked, voice firm with worry and concern. Your eyebrows furrowed and your hand travelled to where his was, which was on your neck.
“Huh? Do what?” You asked curiously.
“You have a huge bruise on your neck. But it doesn’t look like a hickey, or more specifically, a hickey I would give you.” Bambam spoke, his hand pushing your hair to the side to get a better look. “Babe, this is hella dark. This doesn’t look like something I’d give you at all. This looks like it hurts.”
He gently touched it, making you flinch. He looked up in concern, turning you around and guiding you toward the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall. “See it?” He asked, holding your hair back so you could see the bruise better. Your eyes widened and you traced over it as softly as possible before it clicked.
“Ohhh,” You threw your head back. “This is what Yugyeom did to me two days ago during your practice. He was playing with a rubber band and he accidentally let it go and hit me with it.” You waved your hand dismissively, shaking your head. “I’m fine. It should go away soon.”
You walked away from your boyfriend to start getting your bed ready, not aware that your boyfriend was still standing in the same place you had left him in, staring at you in awe. You tossed a pillow onto the ground and looked up, making eye contact with him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you chuckled nervously. “What?”
“You said two days ago,” Bambam spoke, pain seeping through his voice. “Why wouldn’t you tell me as soon as it happened? I would of gotten you some ice and helped you a little? Were you scared to tell me or something?” He threw his hands up softly, his eyes sad and heart heavy.
Your smile dropped and you walked over to him calmly. “No, baby. No. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened, he just didn’t want me to say anything in case you yelled at him. He felt awful and it was only an accident. So I promised him I wouldn’t tell. I’m sorry. I could never be scared of you.” You promised, placing a soft kiss to his nose before pulling him in for a hug. “I’m sorry.”
Yugyeom:
He was practicing with the boys when his phone rang. He always answered his phone when he was away from home— always worried about you and your health. When he checked the caller ID, however, his heart rate picked up and he held up a hand at Jackson, telling him to stop the music. He did, and Yugyeom answered immediately. “Hello?”
“Hey, I just wanted to call and see how she was doing. I didn’t want to call her phone just in case she was sleeping so I just called you instead— hope that isn’t too much of a problem.” Your best friend giggled into the phone. Yugyeom’s eyebrows furrowed.
“What? What do you mean?” He asked, looking around at his members who stared back at him in confusion. “Why wouldn’t she be doing alright?”
“You— I mean, she didn’t tell you?” Your best friend spoke tentatively, making Yugyeom stand up straighter.
“Tell me what?” He asked firmly. “Y/F/N, what the hell is going on?”
“She fell on her bike this morning and cut up her leg really bad. She called me crying and I came over to help clean her up, but she was still hurt pretty bad. It left her with a super bad headache, and she was half asleep by the time I left for work. I’m sorry, I totally thought she told you.”
Her words had his heart dropping, and he thanked her and hung up as quickly as he could. “I’m sorry, guys, Y/N’s hurt really bad, I have to go check on her.” Yugyeom rushed, throwing his bag over his shoulder before running out of the building.
He was home in a flash, storming through the front door. “Y/N!” Yugyeom yelled, throwing his bag onto the floor as he ran throughout the house until he found you asleep on your shared bed, his hoodie encasing your small frame and his pillow underneath of your swollen and pounding head. “Princess— hey.” He whispered softly, sitting beside you and pushing your hair away from your face. You whined and moved away from his hand, making Yugyeom chuckle.
“Baby. Hey. I’m gonna look at your leg real quick, okay?” He spoke gently, making you nod. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling the covers back, gasping when he saw your leg. It was bruised and had roadburn all over the side, with a few scratches and cuts around it. “Jesus Christ. Why didn’t you call me?” He asked firmly, lifting it up softly, bringing it closer to his face to examine it.
You rubbed at your eyes, shrugging softly. “I don’t know,” You replied quietly, your voice raspy with sleep. “I just didn’t want to bother you at work. I’m sorry.” You whispered, lips formed into a pout as you looked at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even mean to fall. It just happened so fast, and I—”
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Shh, come here, it’s okay, sweeheart.” He hushed you when he noticed the tears in your eyes, setting your leg back down onto the mattress to grab your upper body and hold you against him. He rocked you back and forth, pressing kisses along your ear and head occasionally. “It’s okay, I’m here now. Don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, yeah? You can’t keep secrets like that from me, baby. When you get hurt like this, you have to call me. I’ll be there before you know it.”
You Put Others Before Yourself | Park Jinyoung
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You were furious.
You had just came home after a long day at work, just ready to see your boyfriend, and instead, you were met with a lousy handwritten note that read: staying with the boys 2nite. call me if theres an emergency. btw, u really hurt me. lets talk tomorrow night. (ps: i still love u, even when ur being a brat) — jinnie
You were filled with complete and utter confusion first. You didn’t understand why he was so hurt, or what you had did to hurt his feelings. Then, you were angry because you two had promised to never leave and stay somewhere else in the middle of an argument (which, to be honest, you didn’t even know you were having at the moment).
“No,” You shook your head, stomping towards the door. You slid your shoes on and grabbed your keys, throwing your hood over your head. “Fuck no.”
You arrived at the dorm within minutes, not hesitating to bang at the door. Yugyeom stood on the other side, staring with wide eyes at you. He had never seen you so angry. “Y-Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked. However, you were too angry to hold a converation.
“Where the fuck is he?” You scowled, throwing off your shoes and shoving your keys in the pocket of your hoodie.
“H-He’s playing a video game with some of the boys in Jackson-hyung’s room.” Yugyeom spoke softly, making you nod gratefully, ruffling his hair before shuffling past him.
You didn’t knock this time. You just opened the door and looked at the three men laughing with each other, their attentions focused on the TV in front of them. It was Jaebum who noticed you first. “Hey, Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over.” He smiled at you, causing the rest of the boys to turn to you.
You, however, were only focused on Jinyoung. He sighed softly, setting his console down to usher you out of the room. Once the two of you were alone together in the bathroom, he stared down at you in disappointment. “What are you doing here? I told you we were going to talk tomorrow. It’s late, Y/N.”
“Talk about what? That’s the thing! I don’t even know why you’re upset, or what I did to you. I can’t sleep knowing your feelings are hurt because of me.” You whispered the last part with a small pout, crossing your arms across your chest.
Jinyoung sighed once again, rubbing at his forehead before sitting on the closed toilet seat. “You really don’t know?” He asked, looking up at you. You shook your head. “Of course you don’t.” He muttered under his breath, causing you to scoff.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You asked, throwing your hand up at him. He rolled his eyes, holding his hands up in defeat.
“Nothing. Just forget it,” Jinyoung stood up, pushing himself past you and making his way to the door. He turned back around to look at you one more time before leaving. “Now go home. It’s late, and you need to go to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”
“Stop! Come here and talk to me!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing the hand that was about to unlock the bathroom door. You dragged him back into the bathroom, dropping his hand and crossing your arms again.
“I said we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Jinyoung spoke firmly, looking deep into your eyes. You gulped and you shuffled in your spot, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under his strong gaze. “Go home, Y/N.”
“Look, you may enjoy leaving me during an argument, but I don’t feel comfortable with it,” You growled, making his eyes darken with anger. “Now quit being a little bitch and talk to your fucking girlfriend.”
Jinyoung scoffed, making your blood boil. “Girlfriend?” He laughed, making your stomach churn. “Did you just call yourself my girlfriend?”
Tears began to burn at the back of your eyes, but you held your ground. “Yes.” was all you could choke out without your voice breaking.
“I’m sorry, but what kind of girlfriend stands their boyfriend up for the sixth time in a fucking month? Because as far as I know, girlfriends don’t fucking do shit like that.” He growled back, finger inches away from your face as he accused you. “Well, not a good one anyway.”
Your heart broke at his words, and your guard dropped. Your arms fell to your side and tears began to fall immediately. “What?” You whispered.
Jinyoung sighed, sitting back down onto the toilet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just... you keep forgetting our dates and you don’t even realize it. I was so excited for tonight. I’ve been planning it for weeks. I waited for two hours— two hours, Y/N. You never came. You were still at work. So I just left you that note and came here so I could distract myself.”
You took a shaky breath in before wiping at your face. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t.. I never meant to forget about you or hurt you in any way. I just— we’ve just been so busy lately and everybody just keeps asking me to cover their shifts and I know they have important things to do, so I just—”
“That’s just it! They may have important things going on, but so do you! You have a life too, Y/N. We have a life. You can’t keep putting others before you or it’s going to tear you and our relationship apart.” Jinyoung explained softly, being careful with his word choices when he noticed how much you were crying.
Jinyoung walked closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist and pushing your body to his.
“You and your health matters. Our relationship matters. Stop caring about what others think and stop wanting to please everybody, okay? Just focus on making yourself happy and everything else will start to work out by itself.”
Accepting Change | Park Jinyoung
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This was the third fight you’ve had with your twelve year old daughter this week. You had only asked her to help you with the dishes, yet she blew up on you like you had asked her to help you murder somebody. “I mean, for fucks sake! Why is she being so mean lately? She’s never been like this before.” You sighed in frustration.
“I don’t know, baby. Maybe she’s just going through something at school.” Your boyfriend suggested, shrugging at you softly while he folded the laundry beside you. “I think you should just ask her— talk to her, you know? I think it’ll help.”
Taking up Jinyoung’s advice, you called your daughter into your son’s bedroom to talk. You sat in the rocking chair in the corner while you breastfed your son, rolling your eyes jokingly when your daughter covered her eyes with a groan. “Mom! Come onnnn.”
“Oh hush and get in here,” You laughed. “We need to talk.”
She obeyed, shutting the door behind her and sitting on the floor in silence. She grabbed one of her brother’s toys to play with nervously, listening to you as you began. “Are you okay, honey? Because lately you’ve been acting really weird and Jinyoung and I are worried about you.”
You frowned at the eyeroll she did when you mentioned your boyfriend, gulping down your obvious hurt. “I’m fine,” She sighed. “Can we just talk about this later? This is.. weird.”
“What’s weird?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Your boobs are out, mom.” She deadpanned, making you laugh. You rolled your eyes at her, tapping her slightly with your foot, earning a small smile from her.
“This is natural. You should be happy your brother is healthy and getting all of his nutrients,” You joked. Your daughter giggled a little before shrugging and dropping her smile. You sighed. “Alright, kiddo. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
She sighed and threw her head back, allowing it to softly hit the crib behind her. “It’s hard to explain. You wouldn’t understand.” She mumbled, making you frown.
“Well I can try.” You tried softly. She shook her head and tossed the toy across the room, going to stand up. “Baby, come back here. Just talk to me!” You called after her as she rushed to the door.
“Just leave me alone.” She whimpered, swinging the door open and accidentally bumping into Jinyoung, who just so happened to be walking in the hallway when she began to walk out.
“Oop— Sorry, sweetheart. Are you o—” Jinyoung started, getting interrupted by your daughter’s frustrated yell and stomps down the hall. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked into his son’s nursery. “Is she alright?”
You sighed, shrugging. “I don’t know. She won’t talk to me,” You whispered through tears. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t give up, baby. I know it’s hard, but it’s obvious she needs you right now. Here, go try again and I’ll put him to bed.” Jinyoung nodded towards the sleeping boy latched onto your breast. You nodded through sniffles, allowing him to pull him away from you as you fixed your top.
You looked up to see your boyfriend staring at your chest with red cheeks, gulping harshly. You rolled your eyes and patted his chest softly. “My eyes are up here, babe.” You teased, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before you left the room to find your daughter.
You assumed she was in her bedroom, knocking on the door softly. “G-Go away!” She sobbed on the other side, making your heart ache. You ignored her pleas, letting yourself into the room.
“It’s okay, I’m right here,” You hushed, rushing to her and pulling her into your chest. “Talk to me, baby. Tell mommy what’s wrong.”
“I just—” She stopped herself, tensing up before taking a deep breath. You rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Can I see daddy?”
Her words made your breath hitch in your throat. “Baby, I don’t think—”
“Please,” She begged, pulling away to look up at you. Your heart broke when you made eye contact with her— her eyes were red and swollen with tears spilling from them uncontrollably. “I’m ready. I want to see him; I need to.”
You closed your eyes, trying to hold back your tears as you let her words sink in. “Mommy. Please.” She begged once more before you were nodding, making her break out into a teary smile.
“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll take you to see daddy.” You agreed, bringing her into a tight hug as you both rocked back and forth.
After a few more minutes, you kissed her goodnight and tucked her into bed. You walked into your bedroom with an anxious heart, shutting the door behind you. “How’d it go? Is she okay now?” Jinyoung asked softly from his spot on the bed, his eyes trailing over your figure as you began to change out of your clothes.
“She wants to see her dad.” You said lowly, voice shaking with worry. Jinyoung’s eyes widened at the sudden words, taken aback. He muted the TV and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “I told her yes. I’m taking her tomorrow.”
“Are you sure she’s ready?” He whispered, gulping when he watched you undo your bra and slide on one of his T-Shirts.
“I mean, I honestly don’t know, but she says she is.” You sighed, tossing your clothes into the dirty hamper.
“Well then you just gotta trust her. If she says she is, then maybe she is.” Jinyoung comforted, wrapping his arms around you once you were laying beside him in bed. “It’s going to be okay, baby. She’ll be okay.”
A part of you hoped she would forget about the whole thing by tomorrow, but you knew she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She was more than excited to see her father after six years, even if she wasn’t actually going to see him physically.
You watched as she rushed towards the specific grave upon arrival, her small hands running themselves over the indentation of her father’s name. You looked at Jinyoung with a small smile, making him nod encouragingly at you. You sighed and handed your son off to your boyfriend before catching up with your daughter, leaving the two boys behind beside the car.
“Is this what you’ve been so upset about? Missing your dad?” You asked curiously, sitting beside her on the freshly mowed grass with your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.
Your daughter sighed, her heart aching at the sight of ‘loving father’ written underneath of his name. “Well, that and Jinyoung,” She muttered, making you freeze in confusion. “I like him, but.. I just feel like it’s unfair to daddy. I don’t know, I just feel like I’m betraying him somehow.”
Your heart dropped and you sighed heavily, leaning forward to grab at your daughter and pull her onto your lap. “Baby,” You started. “Daddy would want me to move on, want me to be happy. He loves the both of us too much to let us sit together in sorrow. He loves me and wants me to have a good man, and he loves you and wants you to have a good father figure. I know it’s hard, but I promise you, he is happy for us.”
She nodded sadly at your words, her small hand rubbing at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, mommy.”
“Don’t be. I understand. It’s hard. But if it wasn’t for Jinyoung, your brother wouldn’t be here. Mommy wouldn’t be in love, or as happy as she is. You wouldn’t have a good stepdaddy to take care of you and shower you with love. I think daddy chose him to take care of us while he was gone, princess. We just have to trust him.”
She nodded in agreement, her voice shaking with sobs. “Here,” You whispered, digging into your pocket. “I brought this to give to you. I’ve been keeping it in a special place until now.”
You dropped the silver ring into her small palm, watching her eyes widen with curiosity.
“It’s the ring your father proposed to me with. It’s the last thing I have left of him, and I think you deserve to have it.” You spoke, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she gasped and squeezed it to her chest with a large smile on her face. The two of you stayed their in silence, just staring into the distance before you spoke.
“You know, I used to breastfeed you, too.” You teased, making your daughter groan and shiver. “I just don’t understand why you’re so freaked out about a little boob! I mean, your dad loved boobs— what’s wrong with that?”
“Ew!” She shrieked. “Boobs are gross, mom. They have cooties.”
“Ahh, right,” You rolled your eyes. “Cooties. I forgot.”
You two stayed their for a few more minutes before returning back to the car with the boys. Your daughter remained extremely happy the rest of the night, and even ran up to Jinyoung asking him if he could put the ring onto a necklace for her to wear around. “Of course I can, princess.”
He guided her to the bedroom, where they sat on the floor and dug through an old box under the bed, searching for an old necklace chain. Upon finding one, Jinyoung held out his hand for the ring, inwhich the little girl carefully placed it into. “This is a beautiful ring,” He spoke gently while he worked. “I bet your daddy loved mommy very much.”
Her heart swelled with pride, and she nodded eagerly. “He did. He loved her a whole bunch.” She exclaimed, earning a large smile from Jinyoung. She watched him as he worked, guilt starting to eat her up as she remembered how many times she was mean to him because of her jealousy. “I’m sorry I was being a brat to you.”
Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows and set the chain down, looking over at her. “What are you talking about, honey? You’re not a brat.”
“Yes I am,” She muttered, looking down at the ring on the floor. “Daddy chose you to take care of me and mommy. Daddy chose you to give me a little brother. Daddy chose you, and I ruined it. I was a real big brat, and I’m sorry.”
Jinyoung’s heart shattered and he bit back tears, opening his arms up for her to crawl into. She did, allowing more tears to fall as she laid her head onto his chest. “Don’t ever say you’re sorry again, okay? You did nothing wrong. I understand. You know that no matter what you do or say to me, I will always be here to love you. Don’t you?”
She nodded and he kissed her head, leaning forward to grab the necklace placed in front of the two. “Hold your hair up for me real quick,” He whispered. She obeyed, pulling her up at while Jinyoung clasped the necklace around her neck. “Your daddy loves you. Your mommy loves you. I love you. You will always have us.”
He Catches You Singing His Song - Got7
JB
JB was in the other room when heard the melody of his song, Sunrise. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, following the sound. When he saw you singing while washing the dishes, he was so surprised. He knew you didn’t speak very much Korean, but when he heard you singing his song, word for word, he felt so proud. He watched while you sang and cleaned.
Mark
You and Mark were be hanging out when you started doing an impression of him. You started to goofily sing OMW. You even imitated his voice, beginning to strut around like he would. Mark just laughed, denying that he sounds or walks like that. But you’d keep on.
Bambam
You and Bambam were joking around with each other. He mocked you playfully, so you jumped on the couch and started singing his song, Party, in a silly voice. You danced around as he cringed at the degradation of his song but soon joined in, laughing along.
Jinyoung
Jinyoung was laying down with you, just relaxing. You started humming a tune familiar to him. It was his song, My Youth. You started to sing softly as he smiled at you. He joined in and you both harmonized with each other. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he knew he could never let you go. You were too perfect.
Youngjae
Youngjae was fast asleep, yet it was past noon. You’d decided it was time to wake him up. You went up to his sleeping form and began singing Nobody Knows. He stirred at the soft singing and cracked his eyes open to look at you. He smiled, pulling you close to cuddle as he started to fall back asleep. You saw this and rolled your eyes, deciding to let him sleep a little longer.
Jackson
Jackson was just coming home from work. When he walked through the door, you jumped up and smirked at him. He smirked back the exact same way. You both soon break out singing. You shout the words to his song, Papillon. We dance around goofily, singing loudly.
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i'm sorry. this post was disrespectful jackson wang erasure.
jung hoseok and kim namjoon eat pussy from the back
concept: Jackson kisses your pussy the way he kisses your mouth - with reverence and a passion that leaves you gasping for more. His eyes are closed as your fingers tangle through his hair and he hums out a moan of pleasure against you, like you might be his very last meal - and he intends to feast.
You could tell by the look in his eyes when he came in exactly the kind of night he had in store for you: he was going to eat you out and make you come until your legs ached from their trembling and you could barely breathe without moaning his name, until you were begging him to stop and your soul had damn near left your body...and then he was going to fuck you senseless.
© fandomnoire — do not translate, re-distribute, or copy my work.
If you are writing a self insert fan fic, maybe keep stuff that may have to do with body type and size out unless otherwize specified.
Like, not all of us can be picked up and thrown around, just like not all of us have curves or an ass or even tits. Just cause the reader is a female doesn’t mean she is this light as a feather with an hour glass figure thing. You can be descriptive with body parts and actions without having to mention size or shape.
As a plus size person who’s kinda built like a box, reading something and then “so and so picked you up with ease” its kinda like, um sure he did... me and all my 200 pounds.
“Do you even like me?”
(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader
Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff
Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much
Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?
Word count: 678
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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.
"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.
"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.
"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."
"I know but you seem to only..."
"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.
"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.
"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.
"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.
"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.
"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.
"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.
"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.
"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.
"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.
Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.
You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.
Even cold people need to love and to be loved.
Jaebeom x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: The prom is nearing, but all Jaebeom can think of is his exams. Jackson pesters him to find a date and go to the prom, but Jaebeom seems too focused on his studying. However, even cold people need to love and to be loved.
Word count: 2.4k (2440)
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Jaebeom sighed, letting his pen fall on his open notebook, the whines of his friend irritating him. "Jackson, I'm seriously trying to study. Is there any reason as to why you would be in this room, doing nothing but looking at me for the past at least 20 minutes?" He asked and Jackson spun around in his chair once more.
"I'm waiting for you to finish, because I have a very serious question to ask you." Jackson said and Jaebeom's eyebrow shot up. "What could possibly be more serious than my exams?" He asked and Jackson smirked.
"I'm glad you asked, my dear friend. Now, close your notebook and give me your full attention." Jackson got up and spread his arms. "Are you serious?" Jaebeom asked, annoyed when Jackson swiftly stole the notebook from his hands. "Yes. Very. Now, question time!" Jackson exclaimed.
"What is it in exactly 2 weeks from today?" Jackson asked. "The day of my last exam? For the most awful class I had to take? The day I'll die from stress and will make me miserable for the rest of my summer after I completely fail it? Because a certain someone isn't letting me study for it?" Jaebeom sassily said and Jackson's face kept frowning more and more after each sentence that went through Jaebeom's gritted teeth.
However, he quickly wiped the frown off of his face, yelling a loud 'NO' annoying Jaebeom even more. "IT'S PROM NIGHT!" He said loudly, making Jaebeom flinch at the sound and cover his ears when he heard Jackson's screams of enthusiasm.
"Oh, right. I had forgotten about it." Jaebeom shrugged. "How could you forget THE PROM NIGHT?" Jackson widened his eyes at his friend. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I actually study?" Jaebeom sassed and Jackson rolled his eyes. "Who will you go with?" Jackson asked, eagerly waiting for Jaebeom's response, but only got a shrug in return.
"What do you mean with this?" Jackson said and copied his friend's shrug. "I mean that I don't know. I wasn't asked and I haven't asked someone either. And I don't care much about it." Jaebeom said and Jackson shook his head in disapproval. "Dude seriously, stop worrying about the exams, you'll ace them like always. Start thinking about the prom." Jackson said making the same motion spongebob did while saying 'imagination' when he said the word ‘prom’.
"Jackson, I really don't have time-" "But this is important! Isn't there anyone that you have even the tiniest little crush on?" Jackson cut him off. Jaebeom shook his head 'no'. "I don't pay others much attention. I have my group of friends and I do my homework. I don't need someone to distract me." Jaebeom said and Jackson scoffed.
"Distract you from what? You'll have the whole summer to yourselves to make beautiful memories together!" Jackson said. "I'll think about it later, okay? Let me finish this, please." Jaebeom said and Jackson nodded, sensing the small change in his friend’s mood.
Jaebeom might seem like a cold person to others, but even cold people need to love and to be loved.
Days passed and to Jaebeom’s bad luck, Jackson never stopped asking him about the prom. To his even worse luck, on the only lunch break that he managed to avoid Jackson, a different person appeared to remind him about that damn prom, Kwangsoo.
However, Kwangsoo’s plan wasn’t to just ask him if he has found anyone to go with.
“Yes, I know that the prom is soon.” Jaebeom replied with an annoyed expression. He really didn’t like this Kwangsoo guy, but he was Mark’s next door neighbor and he wanted to be kind to him.
“Would you like to go with me?” Kwangsoo dared to ask and Jaebeom was shocked. It took him a few moments to process it and he stuttered out a lie, as it was hard for him to say no.
“I’m very sorry, but Bambam already hooked me up with a friend of his.” He said and Kwangsoo raised an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”
“I-I don’t know. He is going with Lisa and I told him I didn’t have someone to go with, so they thought about it and found one of their friends. They didn’t tell me who it is though, because they wanted to surprise me.” He stuttered and Kwangsoo nodded. “It’s okay. It’s good that I’ll see you there, right?” “Yeah, I’ll be there.” Jaebeom assured and left quickly, cursing internally.
While practically running away, he stumbled upon an upset looking Jinyoung. “You! You have to save me!” Jaebeom pointed at him and he looked at him confused.
“Jackson kept asking me about the prom and right when I managed to avoid him, Kwangsoo came up to ask me to go with him. So I lied and told him that Bambam and Lisa hooked me up with someone, but I don’t know who, because they wanted to surprise me. So now I have to find someone that will be my date and also tell them about the whole thing, because I told Kwangsoo that I’d go and I can’t just not go and avoid this.” Jaebeom rambled and breathed loudly after he finished.
However, his friend’s expression made it obvious that he didn’t want to participate in all this.
“First of all, I’m not even going to the damn prom. Second of all, this wouldn’t have happened if you just said no. And finally, just don’t go and say you were sick.” He said and Jaebeom sighed. Of course Jinyoung wouldn’t help at all.
Jinyoung walked right past him, leaving Jaebeom slightly confused as to why his friend was acting like this, but he brushed it off thinking he was probably stressed for the exams, just like he himself was.
“I just really don’t wanna go.” Jaebeom whined and Jackson sighed. “Come on, man. Just go and flirt with the singles. As for Kwangsoo, you know that he gets drunk with just one beer and you always go to parties a little later, so by the time you arrive he will already be wasted and won’t even realise that you came without a date.” Youngjae reasoned.
“Still, you guys know me. I don’t just flirt with the singles. That’s not me.” Jaebeom said and Youngjae tried hard not to facepalm. “Right, I forget that you’re waiting for your knight in shining armor to come find you.” Jackson sassed and Jaebeom clenched his jaw.
“Dude,” he started, but Jackson just stuck his tongue out at him.
“Mark would totally agree going with me, but he is Kwangsoo’s friend and he already has someone to go with. Of course he would. Literally everyone would wanna go with him. Jinyoung will not go and I won’t even try to convince him to consider going with me.” Jaebeom whined.
“Um, actually, Jinyoung is not coming because he is going with me…” Jackson trailed off and his two friends turned to look at him surprised. “But he said he wouldn’t go,” Jaebeom said and Jackson sighed.
“Yeah, about that… On that lunch break that I randomly disappeared I had asked a friend of mine to get some flowers for me to give to Jinyoung and ask him to be my date to the prom. Jinyoung was going to the toilet when he saw my friend give me the flowers and thought I’d go to the prom with them. But don’t worry, we are okay now.” Jackson said and Jaebeom connected the dots. “Oh so this is why he seemed irritated that day. I get it now. What about you, Youngjae?” He turned his attention to his other friend, who smiled and fell back on the bed.
“I’m going alone and I’ll leave with a date.” He said and Jaebeom shook his head chuckling.
“Yugyeom doesn’t have someone to go with” Jackson pointed out. “He wanted to go with Bambam, but he planned with Lisa.”
“Oh this a great chance, then.” Jaebeom said. I’ll go with Yugyeom.” He said and pulled out his phone to text Yugyeom. Jaebeom sighed and laid down on his bed, the possibility of Yugyeom leaving him alone during the prom to join Bambam and Lisa never crossing his mind.
He noticed Yugeyom, standing not very far from them, but it was obvious he wasn’t as involved in the joke. Maybe they had said something in Thai.
However, it should have, because not even 10 minutes into the prom, Yugyeom had already left him alone. He found himself in a corner with a drink in his hands, cursing internally. He looked around for any sign of Kwangsoo, but luckily he was nowhere to be seen.
Then he saw Bambam and Lisa, who were laughing at something, the couple next to them looking a little annoyed, but the two didn’t care at all. Oh, how he wished he was as carefree as they were. How he wished to enjoy his time at the prom as much as they did.
However he saw a figure, looking at him w the corner of their eye. According to Jaebeom’s predictions, as soon as Bambam and Lisa moved from their spot to another random spot in the room, they’d take the chance to talk to Yugyeom. Or at least, he hoped they would.
He scanned the room, his eyes falling to Jinyoung and Jackson, Jinyoung shyly holding Jackson’s hand, while Jackson greeted a few friends. Oh, how he wished to have feelings for someone and for those feelings to be reciprocated by that certain someone.
Next was Youngjae, who was obviously already tipsy and was trying to hit on two girls, not knowing they were lesbians. It was okay, though. Youngjae is a very attractive man, so anyone would be lucky to spend this prom night with him and possibly the rest of the night too.
“I’m druuunk” He said and Jaebeom chuckled. “I can see that,” He said and Mark sighed. “I’ll have to take him home, but his parents aren’t in town, so I’ll have to stay there and make sure he doesn’t puke on himself and die or something.” He said and Jaebeom frowned.
Then, Mark appeared coming out of the bathroom, holding a completely wasted Kwangsoo, with the help of two girls, trying to get him to walk to the door. Kwangsoo’s eyes met with his and Jaebom wished he had averted his eyes quicker.
“Jaeeeebeooom!” Kwangsoo yelled and he winced. He suddenly broke free from his friends’ hands and ran to Jaebeom. He fell right into his arms, as Jaebeom struggled to keep him from falling.
“Wheere is your-” hiccup “date, Jaebeoom?” Kwangsoo pointed a finger on Jaebeom’ chest. Jaebeom cursed internally. “I came here with Yugyeom.”
“Oh, by the way, let me introduce you to the girls here,”Lucky for him, Mark changed the subject. “This is my date, (M.y/n) and this was Kwangsoo’s date, our friend (y/n).” Mark said and emphasized the word ‘friend’.
Kwangsoo seemed ready to throw up, so Mark pulled one of his hands over his shoulder and (M.y/n) wrapped his other arm around her shoulders.
“Will you take him home now?’ Jaebeom asked and Mark tried to nod. “(Y/n) would you like to come with us, or stay with Jaebeom here? Yugyeom won’t come back anyways.” Mark said and nodded towards Yugyeom’s direction. Jaebeom turned, only to find his friend and that person from before talking. Seemed like it was his lucky day.
“I-It’s okay. I can just go home,” you said and Mark shook his head. “It’s late, you’re not going home all alone. Jaebeom will take you. Now if you excuse us, I don’t want to get puke all over me.” Mark said and started pulling Kwangsoo towards the exits, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing next to each other.
“You really don’t have to take me home and miss the prom. We can just tell Mark that you did.” You said and Jaebeom shook his head. ‘No, I’ll obviously not let you go home alone at night.” He said and you just nodded. You took a sip from your drink and secretly eyed Jaebeom.
“So, are you friends with Kwangsoo and Mark?” He awkwardly asked, hating how he suddenly seemed to have lost his social skills.
“You could say that,” you said and Jaebeom raised an eyebrow at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chuckled and you mimicked his actions. “Are you friends with Kwangsoo and Mark?” You asked back. “You can’t answer a question with another question.” He said and you chuckled. “Oh, really?” You said and took another sip, feeling awkward under his gaze.
“Anyway, to answer your question, I kinda am. I’m friends with Mark, but I’m not too fond of Kwangsoo.” You truthfully said and Jaebeom looked at you with widened eyes. “You too?” He said and it was your turn to widen your eyes. “You too? Oh good, it would have been awkward if you were friends with him.” You said relieved.
“Is there anyone that likes Kwangsoo enough to consider him their friend?” He joked and you took another sip of your drink before replying. “A lot of people actually, but those people obviously haven’t seen him drunk or upset. I’ve seen both and let me tell you this; I didn’t like what I saw.” You said and Jaebeom nodded.
“Wow, who knew you’d come here with Kwangsoo and leave with someone else, who by the way also doesn’t like him.” He said and you laughed.
“That’s so true. You’re like my savior right now. If it wasn’t for you I would have had to help with getting him home, which would mean I’d have to take care of him and the other two would leave me alone to make out.” You said and he laughed.
“Oh wow, I’m glad I rescued you from third wheeling.” “Exactly, thank you so much for this” you said and patted his arm playfully, trying hard not to let it show in your expression that you barely touched his arm, but still felt how muscular it was.
The rest of the night was filled with joking and sadly, it had to be over when Jaebeom and you reached your house. Jaebeom felt confident enough to ask for your number and to go out sometime.
Jaebeom and you never realized it, but out of all the couples in the room that Bambam and Lisa tried to tease, it was only you two that didn’t have to suffer from their teasing.
Jackson was right. You’ll have the whole summer to yourselves to make beautiful memories together.
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(M.y/n) stands for Mark's yn because I'll make a few side stories and Mark will have his own y/n.
And a few surprises are on the way.
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TSUNDERE
Y/n: Babe, how did I get to date someone so genuine, hardworking, talented and heavenly handsome? Wait...are you blushing?
JB: What, no!
Y/n: Omg did I just get the ever intimidating on stage JB to blush?
JB: No...it’s...it’s the heat of the Sun getting to me.
Y/n: Hah, it’s the Sun. And not that I keep complimenting you?
JB: *a blushing mess* *voice cracks* N-no...it’s just the Sun, kitten.
cold baths
"why is it so fucking hot in here?"
you cried while getting out of bed. you were already in your underwear and you felt too gross to lay in bed naked so you took a cool bath. as you turned on the faucet in your bathroom, you prepared a new set of lingerie for later.
"i wish jinyoung was here... i miss him so much~"
jinyoung was busy so you did everything to keep yourself busy and not miss him as much as you did at that moment. fortunately, you didn't feel too lonely at that moment since you were playing songs that created memories and because of that music, you didn't hear the front door open. the figure who stepped into your home heard muted tunes.
your knees are pressed to your chest while soaking in the soapy water, humming softly to yourself. jinyoung believed you were sleeping with music playing in the back but as he crept into the bedroom he noticed a messy and empty bed. his ears instantly detected your soft hums through the bathroom door.
"y/n? are you in here?"
"jinyoung? i'm here..."
jinyoung peeks his head into the bathroom, his eyes go soft for you. he has seen you naked before but you were always confident. unlike right now to him, you seemed exposed and timid to show yourself.
he found it cute but jinyoung loves every part of your body particularly the parts you didn't like about yourself. he slowly steps into the bathroom and kneels to you
"you look so relaxed, darling do you mind if i join you?"
your smiling eyes suddenly meet his while slowly nodding.it took no time for jinyoung to strip down, he sat behind you so he can wrap himself around you.
"y/n... is everything okay?" jinyoung asks while pressing his lips onto the nape of your neck.
his touch made your heartache, you knew this was temporary feeling but jinyoung made you feel euphoria, ecstasy, nirvana, and other words that describe the warmth jinyoung provides you.
"jinyoung-ie~" you mutter as you set your head amongst his chest and close your eyes.
your lips pressed against his neck ever so slightly and it made him shiver slightly. jinyoung then presses his lips on the crown of your head, his hands caressing your torso as you look up at him.
"can you do something for me, please?"
"y/n i'll do anything for you..."
this was one of the first werewolf aus i ever read and i absoluelty fell in love with the genre because of how amazing it is
»dog fever
↳ werewolf au | somewhat enemies-to-lovers au
⇢ pairing: park jinyoung | reader
⇢ genre: fluff + soft angst
⇢ word count: 9.860
author’s note: based on this prompt! hope you enjoy reading this!!
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another fake dating college frat au i know i know i have a thing for them BUT the banter in this one is SO GOOD i absolutely love it
“how much do you hate me?”
pairing: fuckboy!mark tuan/reader
genre: college!au, childhood neighbors, enemies to lovers, fluff, mild angst
word count: 2.3k
a/n: you should know how much i love enemies to lovers ok i really really love it,,,, this is based off the drabble prompt “how much do you hate me?” “not enough to say no immediately what do you want” enjoy! xx
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