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Secret Sketches
GOT7
Im Jaebum (JB)/Reader [F]
Genres: Cute/Fluff
Words: 5.1k
I think I had too much fun writing this??? Thank youuu
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You currently sat in a booth, waiting for JB at some local hole in the wall diner you two had found in the past. He had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over or go out to eat something with him that afternoon, and with no other plans and you missing your best friend, you had reason to decline. Another reason is for you to get mental and maybe even a few sneaky pictures of him to snap on your phone.
You waited for him, getting there early as you took the small black bag off your back and pulled out your most recent sketchbook and opened it to the latest page you started to sketch on. You always sketched when you were by yourself, or if you were in an environment where you didn’t know anyone. One simple reason was because of what littered the pages of your sketchbook.
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Road to Ruin
Jaebum x Reader
Description: You may or may not have a thing for your roommate’s best friend.
(Happy birthday @softlyjackson !!! I hope you enjoy the fic! ❤️❤️❤️)
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“For the fiftieth time, I am not going out with you, Jaebum,” you exhale through your nose, covering your eyes with your palms, too used to this situation every time you two are alone, “I’ll say it once more loud and clear. I’m not interested. Got it?”
“No, I didn’t quite catch that, Y/n. Could you repeat yourself please?” Jaebum grins at your obvious annoyance as he leans back in the sofa, sitting in all of his dark haired, pierced ears, punk tee and beautiful smile glory.
Typically you would have struck up a conversation about his Ramones “Road to Ruin” band shirt- the album being one of your favourites.
Since it’s Jaebum, however, you’d rather not give him another reason to interact with you.
“Go away,” you groan, face down on your arm resting on the table, and when he laughs your heart does the tiniest leap.
“That’s no way to treat your guests now is it?”
“You’re Mark’s guest,” you say referring to your roommate who was currently playing video games with his friend Youngjae, “not mine.”
“Well I’m talking to you aren’t I?”
“Yeah, why is that? Go play Call of Duty or whatever, I’m busy,” You continue to write your assignment and when he doesn’t move his gaze from your face you huff out angrily. “Mark, tell Jaebum to leave me alone!”
“Leave her alone, Jaeb- Oh, crap! Go left, Youngjae!” His eyes remained glued to the screen, furiously working his controller and not paying any attention to you- this causes Jaebum to laugh at you.
“Traitor,” you mutter, throwing your rubber at Mark and wincing when it hits the back of Youngjae’s head instead making him cry out in indignation.
“Ow, Y/n!” He chucks it back, missing wildly for fear of not wanting to be distracted from the virtual game.
“Sorry,” you laugh, getting up to retrieve the rubber which is now conveniently on the other side of the room.
“I’ll get it,” Jaebum pipes up and you sit back down seeing as he’s closer to it.
“So what’s your assignment about?” He sets the rubber down and sits next to you on the table instead of his previous spot on the sofa.
“Some literature question on Jane Austen,” you explain, surprised that he’s actually taking an interest.
“Hm, sounds boring,” he crinkles his nose cutely and at this moment you realise how different his personality is from his appearance.
“Not everyone’s a cool music major like you,” you say with a mocking smile.
Dismissing this with a brief laugh, Jaebum then prompts to ask you a question that catches you off guard.
“Hey, why do you pretend that you don’t like me?” Tilting his head, he mutters the words quietly which contrasts the other boys’ yelling.
“I don’t know what you mean,” the sentence comes out of your mouth way too fast for even you to believe it is true. Lying straight through your teeth, you stare hard at your paper.
“And I don’t believe that for a second,” he scoffs.
There is a minute of silence where Jaebum patiently waits, and you don’t know what to say.
“Look,” you sigh, “you don’t want anything serious, I’ve heard the rumours. Do not even try and defend yourself, Im Jaebum. We both know they’re true,” you chuckle at his wide eyed expression when he opens his mouth ready to interrupt. “And you’re also Mark’s roommate and I don’t want a situation where you have to stop coming over and Mark gets upset.”
“How do you know I don’t want anything serious with you? You haven’t even given me a chance yet,” his voice sounds genuine to your ears, but you really can’t tell if he has mastered the art of fabricating lies in order to get girls on their knees and in his bed with just a couple of words and a change in expression.
“You must have noticed I haven’t been like that recently,” he raises an eyebrow and you have to give him that. He really hasn’t been up to his usual habits these days- a peculiar fact that you and Mark have discussed and are very confused about. “I want to try with you, Y/n, why can’t you do the same?”
“I-I don’t…” you hesitate, not used to Jaebum’s usually chill and carefree persona suddenly being serious. He may be completely willing to try but you’re not willing to get your heart broken when you’re so young.
Especially when you already know you feel something for your roommate’s best friend.
“It’s getting late and I have class tomorrow,” you gather all your things, standing up.
“You’re going to sleep already, Y/n?” Mark finally diverts his attention to you and frowns.
“Yeah, I’m really tired,” you yawn, not having to lie about this after staying awake late the night before.
“Okay, but are you coming to the party tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I said I would,” you smile at him, “goodnight,” you say to him and Youngjae and they do the same before going back to their virtual violence.
“I’ll see you at the party tomorrow,” Jaebum smiles, looking content rather than smug and you curse inwardly. You should have expected him to have been planning to go there.
“Yeah, uh, I guess,” you nod awkwardly as you turn away walking to your room. As you shut the door, you scowl at yourself for being so obvious and collapse on your bed trying not to think too much.
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“Woah, you look good, Y/n,” Mark observes as you walk out of your room wearing a mid-thigh oversized t-shirt you found in Mark’s room that passes as a dress paired with some fishnets and combat boots.
“Aw, thank you,” you smile brightly at him, “a real improvement from my recent state of a coffee dependent, barely surviving, exhausted life form.”
“You and Jaebum would be really good together,” he remarks, sounding surprisingly innocent.
“Just because I’m wearing your Guns N’ Roses shirt and he’s into the same type of music?” You try for nonchalant as you roll your eyes.
“Erm, no, that’s not actually my-“ He’s cut off by your phone notifying you with a text that your best friend Hyojin is outside.
“She’s here, let’s go,” you motion towards the door, prompting Mark to get up.
Taking a seat in the front, Mark in the back, Hyojin starts the car.
“You look nice,” Hyojin smirks and you know what’s coming next won’t be anything good. “Is all of this for a certain black-haired punk enthusiast who’s also coming to this party?”
“First of all, shut up before I destroy your tires,” this sends her cackling, “second of all- I don’t need to have someone to impress. Maybe I just want to look nice,” you say truthfully.
“Hang on,” Mark speaks up. “That description sounds awfully familiar.”
“Now look what you’ve done, you wench,” glare at Hyojin who snorts.
“Everyone knows there’s something there except Mark- he never pays any attention to his surroundings.”
“Excuse me,” Mark points a finger to Hyojin, “I’ve been told my vacant expression is adorable.”
“Very adorable,” you giggle along with your best friend.
“We’re getting off track here. You like Jaebum?” Mark leans forward in his seat so his face is next to your headrest.
“Yeah,” you mumble, not bothering to hide anything.
“Huh,” he leans back and returns to his phone.
“Is that… all you have to say?” You ask.
“Yeah, you guys have similar interests. I can see it happening,” he shrugs, making you want to pull on your hair in frustration.
You almost wanted him to be against it.
“Honestly, Y/n,” Hyojin sighs, pulling up to park, “You’re the only one who’s against this just because you’re scared of getting hurt.”
“Why would you be scared?” Mark looks up sounding baffled. “He’s a great guy and doesn’t even fuck around anymore if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I don’t know, I just don’t want to make it weird,” you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car as the other two do the same. “We’ll just see where it goes.”
“Forgetting about him, our mission is to make you as drunk as possible,” she grabs your hand and pulls you into the house after Mark departs to find his friends.
You wait in the kitchen drumming your fingers on the counter. A few minutes later, Hyojin returns balancing four cups somehow, filled with a liquid that you don’t even bother to ask about.
“Drink up,” she thrusts a cup into your hands, tipping back her own.
“Wow,” your expression gives away the burning in your throat from the first large gulp you take- which seems to be a mistake.
“Ah, fuck it,” you take an even larger swig.
“I know you wanna be drunk, Y/n, but slow down a little,” Hyojin’s voice is already a little shaky due to her being more susceptible to alcohol out of the two of you.
Ignoring her, you grab the other cup starting on that one too.
“Hey, I’m going to go find Youngjae,” Hyojin sets her cup down with a determined look, “he’s cute and I won’t have the courage to do this sober. Wish me luck!” And with that she stumbles away back into the party not waiting for a response.
Picking up Hyojin’s second cup which she left unfinished, you don’t hesitate before draining it.
“Good enough,” you say to yourself walking out of the kitchen.
Through your tipsy haze, you spot Jaebum leaning against a wall on the other side of the room and your first thought is to head towards him.
“Hey,” you look up at the taller boy who seems surprised that you’ve come to him.
“Y/n,” Jaebum’s face breaks out into a smile, instantly making yours do the same.
He has such a beautiful smile
“So do you,” he tries to hold his laughter in and you realise with a jolt that you said this out loud.
You avert your gaze downwards to look at your boots- until you hear him speak again.
“I like your shirt by the way.”
“Thanks,” you say, “It’s actually Mark’s.”
“No,” he drags the word out, a smirk forming on his face, “I don’t think it is.”
“What… what do you mean?” Your voice changing to a whisper as he leans forward.
“It’s my shirt.”
Your eyes widen and you suddenly want to hit yourself.
Of course. Mark doesn’t even listen to Guns N’ Roses!
“Oh,” you don’t exactly know what to say, “you… must have, uh, left it. When you…”
“When I stayed over, yeah,” he finished your drunken sentence.
“Don’t worry. My clothes look good on you,” the corner of his mouth turns up along with his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else you can’t quite figure out.
His compliments don’t seem to be the influence of alcohol considering his completely calm and sober posture.
“Do you have anyone giving you a lift home by the way? You seem kind of out of it,” Jaebum concernedly asks.
“Stop it,” you say quietly.
“Stop what?” The cute little laugh that escapes his lips along with his confused look makes you pout even more.
“Stop being genuinely worried. Sto-stop being.. a nice guy. You’re going to make me like you even more than I already do,” you sniff.
You may have had too much to drink.
This stops him in his tracks and you figure that now is the chance to do it whilst he’s shut up.
You grab him by the collar of his plain white tee and pull him forward to crash his lips against yours.
You’d like to say it was the best kiss of your life.
But to tell the truth you don’t remember anything after the first thirty seconds of moving your lips against his own in your sloppy, desperate and very drunken state.
You only remember waking up the next morning covering your eyes from the bright sun peeking through even though your eyes were already closed.
Why did you have to listen to your best friend and get drunk?
Pressing your fingers to your temples, you turn around to realise that your face is planted in something hard and solid and most definitely not your duvet.
Fingers groping around, you crack one eye open and see a blurry figure laying in your bed.
Scrambling to sit up, you wildly look around to notice that this is not your bed or your room and yes, there is someone in the bed with you.
Someone shirtless and with the name and face of Im Jaebum.
Looking down slowly, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding since you’re wearing all of your clothes from yesterday.
“Morning,” Jaebum’s husky voice sounds from next to you.
“Uh,” your throat suddenly feels dry, “morning?”
“Do you remember any of last night,” Jaebum asks, stretching his sleep away, causing his arm muscles to ripple slightly and you hesitate before answering.
“Nope,” you fake memory loss and ask the question that’s been bugging you, “so why am I in your bed, Jaebum?”
“Right,” he sniggers at your panicked stare, “well since you don’t remember anything, I’ll fill you in.”
Uh-oh.
“You kissed me-“
“Huh, really? Did not remember that at all. Are you sure I did th- that?” You falter, following your sentence with nervous laughter.
“Yes, Y/n, I’m certain,” he shakes his head at you, “and then afterwards you kinda passed out on me and I didn’t want Mark to go home early so I told him I’d take you.”
Shrugging, he gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, throwing a shirt on.
“There’s a spare toothbrush in the bedside by the way.”
“Wait, why are you being so nonchalant about this, we need to talk,” you say reluctantly.
“What’s there to talk about? You like me and I like you,” his endearing smile makes an appearance again and you think that its way too early in the morning to be feeling like this.
“I-I was drunk,” you shake your head, cheeks warm before Jaebum rolls his eyes, cutting you off.
“Were you honestly lying?” He asks you seriously.
“No,” you sigh.
“Then why are you so scared?” He laughs gently, sitting on the edge of the bed, “just give me one chance and after that I’ll stop asking for more. I promise.”
You stay quiet for a few seconds.
“Okay,” you agree in a low voice.
“Okay?” Jaebum grins at you wanting confirmation.
“Yeah, on one condition though” you force yourself to adopt an unsmiling expression.
“Anything,” he hasn’t stopped smiling.
“I’m keeping your shirt.”
“Deal,” he chuckles, taking your hand.
You beam at him, glancing at his twinkling eyes having a strong feeling that this could work.
Skinship - Jaebeom
Im Jaebeom x Reader
Genre: Friends to lovers. Fluffy AF
Word Count: 1254
Concept: You’ve been friends with Got7 for years, when you met something just clicked. They come visit you every chance they get and whenever they are in your city, you guys are nearly inseparable. While you are close to all of them, you always find yourself gravitating towards one of them. Whether they knew it or not, they felt the same and it just took the right moment.
This is how they start their skinship with you.
“Oh I looovvee this song!” You exclaim, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet. Jaebeom smiles and drops his head. He always thought you were adorable when you got over excited, which was all the time, about everything. It was ridiculous really.
Jaebeom looks over at the bartender, who is still serving another customer, before turning back in your direction. You had started dancing along, right there at the bar.
Your over excitement had been cute but the way you dance… is just straight sexy.
Still, Jaebeom has to laugh. You have no idea the effect your dancing has on him, or anyone else for that matter. He loves the way you move your body to the beat of the song, swaying your hips from side to side, rolling your body along with the melody but most of all, he loves the way a huge smile spreads across your face when you’re dancing. You don’t go to clubs to hook up or anything like that like most people do, all you want to do is dance and have a good time. You’re completely oblivious to the world around you.
You’re too lost in the song to notice, but Jaebeom isn’t. The smile falls from his face as soon as he notices the two guys standing behind you at a table across the room watching you. He glares at them but they’re too busy watching you to notice him. Not that he blames them but it sparks an emotion in him that he doesn’t want to put a name to. You and Jaebeom are just friends, but wouldn’t it be his obligation, as a friend, to protect you from sleazy guys that you aren’t interested in? Yeah, he thought to himself, that’s exactly right.
“What can I get you?”
The question pulls Jaebeom’s attention back to the bar.
“Uh, can I get two JD and cokes please?” He turns back to look at you, still off in your own world dancing and the two guys who are still watching you from their table.
The bartender places the drinks on the counter and Jaebeom hands her his card to tap.
Jaebeom puts his card back in his wallet, grabs the drinks and steps over to you, holding out one of the cold tumblers. You stop dancing and carefully take the glass in both hands like a child with a sippy cup, taking a sip. This makes Jaebeom chuckle: what a contrast.
He glances behind you again at the table behind you. They are still watching.
Jaebeom’s anger flares, his jaw ticks. You’re clearly with someone else: who the fuck are they to think they can still watch you like that.
You’re too wrapped up in your drink to notice what’s going on right in front of you.
“Thank you,” you say, in a singsong voice, looking up at Jaebeom who pulls his attention away from the guys and snorts slightly with amusement.
“Come on,” Jaebeom motions for you to make your way back to the others.
“Uh uh” you say, holding up a finger to stall him. Bringing the drink up to your lips, you swallow it quickly in three consecutive gulps.
Jaebeom raises his eyebrows, impressed. As he does, he glances behind you again to find the two random guys mirroring his expression. One leans across the table, saying something to his friend before he tips his own glass, finishing off the dregs of his drink, and pushes off his chair in your direction.
You shrug and shoot Jaebeom a cute smile before leaning across him to place the tumbler on the bar. Your closeness draws his attention back to you, the sudden waft of your perfume, a scent he can’t quite place his finger on, engulfs him and like all the alcohol has hit him at once, he feels bold.
He returns your smile, brings his arm up and nonchalantly drapes it across your shoulders like he’s done it a thousand times. In reality, he has never been this close to you before. Instantly he can feel the warmth of your exposed shoulders. Is it that hot in the club? Or is it fire that only seems to ignite where your skin touches.
You cock your head back with surprise.
“Shh” his lips pucker with the sound and he half winks at you.
‘Ooooh’ you silently mouth back at him. Too good to be true. This isn’t the first time one of your guy friends has had to save you from some creepy guy at a club but there’s a slight feeling of disappointment in the pit of your stomach knowing that that is all this is.
“Come on,” Jaebeom says, leading you away towards the booth where the others sit. As you make your way through the crowd, Jaebeom looks over his shoulder, leaning into you a bit, and locks eyes with the guy from the table who has changed his trajectory to the bar but stares after you as you stroll away. Jaebeom smirks at him: a dominant smirk, letting the guy know that he should have known better. An alpha smirk.
As the crowd shuffled between the two of you and the two of them, Jaebeom"s whole attention was now brought to you again.
Experimentally, Jaebeom slowly caresses his fingers over the top of your arm. Despite the trail of fire his fingertips leave in their wake, he can feel the goosebumps that raise on your skin. You don’t know it but Jaebeom’s body has reacted much the same way: he feels a tingle run down his shoulders and back, all the way to his toes.
Selfconciousness that he might notice your body’s involuntary response to this new sensation, you peek your head over your shoulder. Everyone behind you is absorbed in their own worlds. “I think he’s gone"
“I know.” Jaebeom looks straight ahead. His tone is confident, a little cocky even but he’s having trouble looking at you. Even so, his arm stays securely around your shoulders. You smile to yourself. Interesting.
The rest of the booth doesn’t notice the two of you as you walk up.
Jaebeom’s arm slides off your shoulders as you shuffle into the booth. You feel a jolt in your stomach. Were you wrong? Was it just the alcohol making you think too much into it? Jackson and Mark looks up from their conversation to throw you a smile which you return as Jaebeom shuffles in next to you.
‘Don’t get your hopes up’ You think to yourself, bringing your hand up to fiddle with an empty tumbler on the table, staring at it as you do.
You feel Jaebeom adjust himself next you.
You freeze.
The fire and goose bumps erupt on you skin once more as you feel Jaebeom’s arm settle around you again. For a second or two, you refuse to move, still staring at the glass held in your hand. Then you look up at Jaebeom who simultaneously looks down at you, locking eyes. Mirroring each other, you smile and chuckle. It wasn’t just the alcohol.
Reaching your hand up to meet the one Jaebeom has hanging over your shoulder, you entwine your fingers with his and lean into him a bit more.
Jackson, who is still deep in conversation with Mark, looks up again. Doing a double-take, he freezes mid-sentence, a knowing smile spreading across his face, before continuing the conversation again.
Apparently it was one of those things that everyone knew except you two.
this is one of my favourite jaebeom's series ever! it's so well written and it's so addictive
Fragrances - Mini Masterlist -
Teaser
Fragrance I : Vetiver
Fragrance II : Chypre
Fragrance III : Fougère
Fragrance IV : Leather
Fragrance V : Oud
Fragrance VI : Neroli
Fragrance VII : Gourmand
Fragrance VIII : Ambergris
between the lines — jb | 01.
⤷ her first love was something she always dreamed about. a love so perfect, so intimate, so compelling, and unbound. a love story like the ones in her favorite books. a love you could capture on a canvas and have it linger on in your mind forever…
pairing: jaebeom x reader
genre: fluff, romance
type: college!au
warnings: none.
word count: 2.2k
a/n: it’s finally here! hey, @defsenses i know i said January 03rd, but i couldn’t wait lmao. i’m so excited to start this series! i hope you guys enjoy this just as much as i will writing it! feel free to leave some feedback if you guys want :)
→ between the lines playlist here. → between the lines masterlist here.
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Walking through the doors of your favorite local bookstore near campus was always one of the most satisfying parts of your day. As soon as the warm air hit your rose flushed cheeks you instantly smile. The store smelt of new books and freshly brewed coffee from the little cafe that was in the back of the store. The aroma was something you wanted to capture in a candle and burn it forever.
As usual you walked straight to your favorite section and ogled at the new books that were stacked in neatly organized rows. Your fingers skimmed over the hard covers as you decided which one looked more interesting to your loving eyes. You picked up an interesting book and let the crisp pages glide from your finger pads. You picked up another book, opening it up hearing a little crack from the new, untouched spine. To say you were a bit of a bookworm was an understatement. You found it strange how people say they ‘hate reading’ or they just don’t see reading as something appealing.
You loved it.
Reading had always been a way to help you get away, and visit a completely different universe, or time, or era. Nothing made you happier than sitting down with a little marathon of books in front of you.
Settling down on the floor, feeling comfy and content in your little position, you grabbed the first book from the little pile you had out in front of you. It was one of your all-time favorite books; you would read it every time you come to the bookstore, even though you already own several copies of it at home.
Romeo and Juliet.
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sleepovers
✩ lim jaebeom x female reader (her/she) ✩ single father!au ✩ fluff x romance ✩ warning: mature content ✩ wc: 2k+ ✩ a/n: I was hoping my knight!au would be my first full fic on this blog (y’know, knightly-whispers lol) but I keep changing and adding to that one, so enjoy this~
Jaebeom wasn’t the type of man to rush into things. Last time he did, Jaebeom welcomed his son to the world nine months later. And though he loved and adored his six year old boy, Jaebeom lived his life with careful thought and consideration. Especially if it affected Minjoon as well.
And tonight was supposed to be no different.
Minjoon was going to spend the night as his best friend, Bin’s home for the first time and Jaebeom had invited his love over for dinner and a night filled with movies and hopefully cuddles and kisses.
However, Jaebeom seemed to have lost all his self restraint the moment he had her alone in his kitchen.
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11 with Jaebum plz? Sounds like mad bummie
Here you go lovely! Hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Jaebeom x You
Prompt: “I don’t care if you caught the flowers. You’re not making out with another dude.”
Word Count: 1.2k+ (Once again, I couldn’t help myself when it came to him LOL)
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6. [8:17am]
Jaebeom yawned while scratching the back of his head, messing up his bed hair until it resembled a bird’s nest. His fluffy slippers shuffled along the hallway towards the smell of fried eggs and spring onions, a low grumble sounding from his stomach. He paused at the kitchen once his eyes settled on you, dressed in only his oversized t-shirt, and watched with amusement.
It was way too early on a Sunday morning. Most weekends, the two of you would sleep in until noon, limbs intertwined, engaging in pillow talk and basking in each other’s embrace. It was a rare occurrence. On weekdays, you had to get up early to commute to your workplace, leaving an unsatisfied Jaebeom alone on the empty bed. Most weeknights, he worked on his music in his downtown studio until past midnight, resulting in you dozing off on the couch while waiting up for him. The mismatch in working hours wasn’t ideal, but there was comfort in knowing that you could make up for lost time on the weekends.
This Sunday was different. Jaebeom had scheduled a recording with another artist for their upcoming collaboration, and he had to leave in about an hour. You managed to quietly slip out of his arms to prepare a hearty breakfast for him. Your boyfriend always preferred traditional Korean food to Western food, so you decided to prepare a few side-dishes and a bowl of multigrain rice to give him an extra energy boost for his recording. While the soybean stew bubbled away in the background, you tended to the sizzling fried eggs and spring onions side dish in the frying pan. You added a few drops of soy sauce as a finishing touch and plated up your boyfriend’s favourite dish.
The rice cooker chimed, signalling that the rice was ready. Smiling to yourself, you reached forward to turn it off, only to be beaten by Jaebeom’s swift fingers. He approached your apron-clad figure and wrapped his long arms around your waist, his naked upper body immediately comforted by the heat of your body. “Morning, babe. What’s all this?” His voice spoke right next to your ears, low and hoarse, spreading warm tingles across your body.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. I made your favourite.” You stirred the soup as he nestled his face against your neck, tickling you with his slight stubble. “It’s a proper meal before your recording later. There’s soybean stew and eggs, plus your mum’s kimchi and the potato stir fry from last night.”
Jaebeom took the soup ladle out of your hands and turned you around to capture your lips in a slow, lazy kiss. You gasped when his wandering hands settled on your behind and he took this opportunity to languidly slip his tongue into your mouth. The pair of you made out unhurriedly, enjoying each other’s presence.
Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath. Even after so many months of dating, you still lost yourself in Jaebeom’s kisses. He wore a lopsided smile, looking at you with so much affection and appreciation that you wanted to combust. “That was my way of thanking you for going to so much trouble to prepare breakfast on a Sunday morning. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d probably starve, for starters.” He gave you a light smack on your butt in response. “It’s true! Now go make yourself useful and scoop your rice.”
The rest of the morning was spent on the dining table, with you watching him as he inhaled your cooking. You had to remind him to slow down in case he got indigestion, but Jaebeom only responded with a “it’s tastes so good that I can’t help myself”, and proceeded to down the rest of the soup in one gulp.
As you cleaned the dishes, Jaebeom washed up and got dressed in his typical recording gear, consisting of one of his many hoodies, cargo pants and a bucket hat. A part of you was sad that he had to leave. Reluctantly, you squeezed him in a tight goodbye hug and placed a kiss on his cheek. You knew how important this recording was for him because the artist he was collaborating with was someone he respected for a long time. “Have a good day at work, and good luck, baby.” You wished him with a slight pout, missing him already.
“I will. I’ll be back in no time, okay?” Jaebeom promised, squishing your cheeks to turn your pout into a smile. He felt sorry because he knew that quality time was precious in your relationship, but it was hard to come by. “We can watch something tonight, your pick.”
“Deal.” You sealed it with a sweet kiss.