Part of the anniversary drabbles! Author: Admin E Word Count: 1405
‘Hey Jacky, i’m home!’, you yelled as you slipped out of your shoes, your hand leaning against the hallway wall of your shared apartment for balance. You felt a bit drained from a long day at work until suddenly a delicious smell caught your attention.
You shuffled towards the place effusing the aroma that was curling into your nostrils, only to find your boyfriend in an apron and pottering around the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him reading a recipe out of one of the cooking books you got from your mom when you and Jackson decided to move in together. He was so concentrated he didn’t even notice you getting home.
You cleared your throat not so subtly so he’d snap out of his cooking bubble and find you watching him with an amused grin plastered on your face.
‘Oh? ____-, i didn’t hear you coming in baby!’
The wide, genuine smile you adored so much spread across his handsome face as he dropped everything to walk over to you an give you a proper greeting by pulling you into his strong arms and lovingly placing a kiss on your lips.
‘What’s all this for?’, you asked him curiously.
Jackson scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion as he leaned back to see your face, his arms still around your waist.
‘What do you mean what’s this for?’
‘Well you usually don’t c-‘
You stopped right in the middle of your sentence. Oh no. You didn’t forget another anniversary, did you? That’d be disastrous! You shuddered when you remembered the last time you forgot an important date… You bit your lip in agony as you waited for his reaction, but a very overexaggerated pout was the only thing that followed. That wasn’t too bad, right? Nothing like being tied to the bed and being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm for the rest of the night. Never again do you want to experience such torture.
‘Can’t i do something nice for my lady just because i want to?’, he sulked as he looked at you with those bright puppy eyes.
‘Ahw baby ofcourse!’, you cooed as you pinched his cheeks before pecking a quick kiss on his pouty lips. ‘You’re so sweet!’
‘Well yeah! ‘Cause that’s just the man i am, you know. You’re so lucky to have me as a boyfriend, doing all that stuff spontaneously without any hidden motives, i’m the be-‘
You silenced him with a finger on his lips so he’d stop talking for a second.
‘Okay. What’s your deal Jackson, spill it.’
‘Deal? What deal? I really am just doing this to spoil my pretty princess.’, he kept looking at you all innocently like that, big eyes, puffy cheeks, pouty lips. Yeah, he was definitely up to something.
You rolled your eyes and snorted as he skipped towards the kitchen again, pulled out a big plate out of the fridge and handed you a glass of red wine.
You took a sip as you leaned against the counter and watched him carefully.
‘Seriously Jackson, what are you up to?’
‘Me? Nothing babe, i swear. Here, have an oyster!’, he exclaimed excitedly, picking up the giant plate and holding it in front of your nose. Oysters. No kidding.
‘You…You bought oysters? Do we eat that? How do we eat that?’
‘Uhh…I’m not sure myself…I heard you need to do it like this, hold on.’
He put down his glass of wine to crack one open, revealing a blubbery mollusk inside the shell. You both stared at it with an unsure expression.
‘Okay, so…You need to get it loose from the shell…like this…and then gulp it down in one go.’
He brought the shell to his lips and let the blubber slide inside of his mouth. His eyes immediately widened and you could swear you saw him turning pale.
You slapped your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter when his expression continued to grow in horror.
‘How-how does it taste babe?’, your voice trembled as you tried your best to hold down a snicker.
Jackson kept chewing and turning the oyster around in his mouth and he looked like he wanted to throw up.
‘Delicious. S-so good.’, he managed to choke out inbetween disgusted gags.
‘Really? In that case i think you should have another one.’, you kept grinning as you started to crack open another shell.
You were having way too much fun with this. It’s his own fault for being such a bluff.
‘N-not necess-hmp!’, he smashed his hand in front of his mouth, trying to stifle another gag, but it was no use.
He ran towards the sink to immediately spit out the chawed oyster and yell ‘Gross!’.
You blinked innocently at him this time. ‘What’s wrong baby? Weren’t they that delicious after all?’
He glared at you for a moment before looking at the full plate of oysters laying, waiting in a mountain of ice.
‘Won’t you try one?’, he asked you hopefully, putting on his best puppyface for you again.
‘I think i’ll pass.’
He sighed in regret.
‘These were so expensive… I thought they’d be delicious, why else would they cost that much?! How can people enjoy those?’
You laughed and patted your boyfriend on the crest of his head. He looked adorable sulking like that.
‘Well, you tried. But why buy them if you don’t know whether we’d like it?’
His pout vanished immediately, making place for an alerted expression.
‘No reason! Just…wanted to try it sometime. Guess that one flopped huh, my bad haha.’
You furrowed your brows in suspicion again.
‘Jackson, you’re acting weird. I mean, you’re not acting like yourself.’
‘Nonsense babycakes! Let me just take this out of the oven, hold on.’
Babycakes? Something was definitely up and you were sure to go crazy if you didn’t know what in the next 10 minutes.
Now you knew what smelled so good it made your mouth water as he pulled the ovendish out and placed it on the cooking range. He made Chicken PiriPiri aka hot and spicy chicken. It looked so good and delicious you almost forgot your mission. But then it hit you.
‘Baby, this looks amazing but don’t you hate too spicy food? I see a lot of chilipeppers in there.’
‘What? Me? No, i love spicy food babe. Could eat it all day.’
‘You threw up once when we went for the spiciest korean dish in the restaurant.’
‘That place was very unsanitary, i just got foodpoisening.’
‘No you didn’t, i had the exact same thing and i was completely fine!’
And then it started to dawn on you. Red wine…Oysters…Chilipeppers… You thought deeply and the little gears in your mind were running at full speed. You were onto something.
‘Jackson…What’s for dessert?’, you asked, suspecting.
‘How did you know i-‘
‘What is it?’
‘Moelleux au chocolat…’
You gasped loudly and pointed an accusing finger at him as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.
‘You’re feeding me hornyfood!’
‘What?! I would never!’
You remembered clearly now. Just last week you were reading an article in your favourite magazine about aphrodisiacs, food that sparks the sexual appetite. Oysters, chilipeppers and chocolate were definitely in that list.
‘You’ve read my magazine haven’t you?’
‘What magazine?’
‘Jackson!’
He held up his hands as he finally surrendered, giving up trying to hide his true motives.
‘Okay, okay! You’re right, i read your magazine. Thought i’d give it a try.’, he shrugged sheepishly, a halfly apologetic smile on his face.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a giggle. It was sweet somehow, despite the fact he tried to trick you.
‘Baby…You know i don’t need all that to get in the mood…’, you softly said as you approached him further.
‘I know but…’
‘Why would i need oysters when my biggest aphrodisiac is standing right in front of me?
Jackson gulped but curled his arms around you nonetheless.
‘I’m only hungry for you’, you whispered before leaning in and crashing your lips on his in a heated kiss.
‘Good, because i don’t think i’d be able to eat that spicy chicken anyway.’, he grinned as you separated for a second to catch your breaths.
You chuckled amused. The lengths this guy would go to once he had his mind set on something…
As promised, here is the scenario. It got longer than I intended but some of y'all like long right so hopefully it’s okay for you. Next is part two to Chapter Three of the vampire series so anticipate that lovelies. Has anyone seen the French movie Blue Is The Warmest Color? —
It was the first time you’d see him since you broke up a month and a half ago and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. You had a new boyfriend who had a four year old daughter from his previous relationship, you guys were living together, everything was going alright but you didn’t know how Jaebum would take it.
You agreed to meeting up with him at the coffee shop across the street from his apartment only because you did miss him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t. It was early, 9.am when the sun wasn’t too high and casted a soft golden yellow over the sidewalks and buildings, reflected off of windows and car tops as it rose higher.
Shops were just opening up, stand owners lining up their fruit or rearranging their flowers in their carts and you smiled at everyone as you clomped passed on your short heels. The chirping birds and noises of the city cut off when the cafe door shut behind you, the bell ringing above your head that was turning in search of your ex. You take a deep breath when you see him, slowly make your way over and stand next to the table he’s chosen.
"Jae..?“ His head lifts and immediately his eyes shine over at the sight of you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he looked as if he’d cry already. He quickly gets up and pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders and you relax to let his warmth completely envelop you.
You get a whiff of his heavenly cologne you’ve missed so much and you wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer, loving the feeling of his soft hair tickling at your neck as he nuzzles further into you. He pulls away and purses his lips to your cheek in a friendly kiss, smile falling onto his face as he looks you over, hand wrapped around your wrist.
"I’ve missed you,” You smile back tightly, your jaw clenched when he guides you to sit in front of him. He takes his seat and scans over you with his lip between his teeth.
“You’ve cut your hair,” You place your purse and coat next to you before giving him your full attention.
“Hmm?” He silently gestures to his own hair and it clicks in your head.
"Oh, yeah,“ You shift around uncomfortably at how strong the eye contact was. "I thought it was time for a change,"
"It looks nice, I like it,” You offer up a thankful smile but not much else.
“Should we get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?” He straightens up and flags down the waiter when you tell him what you’d like. He orders for you and the presence of another person makes you feel more at ease but as soon as she’s gone to make your drink, your body tenses up again.
“So,” You start this time, licking your lips. “How are your shows going? Do you have many concerts happening lately? Fan meets? I’ve heard your new song,”
“You did?” Jae lights up like a Christmas tree, his hands laying flat on the table as he leans forward. “Did you like it? I helped write it a bit,"
"It was great, I liked it a lot,” You truthfully tell him and he’s smiling at you again in that way that makes you think he’s falling in love all over again.
“Right,” He snaps out of his trance and fingers the handle of his coffee cup. “There haven’t been many concerts, fan meets either actually-"
"Why?” He looks on you and fights with himself on if he should tell you.
“A few of the members are… were feeling a little down and manager started to notice at practice and stuff so he gave us a break for a few weeks, with a couple interviews in between I guess until they start feeling better,"
You knew the entire time he was talking about himself as the one that was depressed and it made your heart hurt. You didn’t want him to know you caught on, even though you’re pretty sure it was his plan, so you change the subject.
"Are you doing well? Got your eye on any girls?"
When he doesn’t answer you puff air into your cheeks.
"Or boys, whatever you like,"
"I’m alone, I go home alone. I’ve had a hard time getting attached after you left,"
You bite your lip to hide your frown, your eyebrows pulling in.
"Are you still with what’s his name?” You nod without a word and he copies your actions and looks away. “That’s good. He um, he-"
"Enjoy your drink ma'am,” The waiter slides a mug of steaming liquid in front of you and you smile at her and whisper a thanks. When he walks away Jae continues. “He has a kid right?"
"Mhm,” You hum while taking a sip of your drink.
“How old?” “Four. I like her a lot but we get each other in trouble all the time,” You smile at the memories with her but it falls with his next words.
“That should be our daughter,"
You look up at him in shock. "What?"
He glances down and plays with his fingers. "How’s everything sexually?"
Amazingly, you weren’t surprised or offended by his question.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I mean, it’s…” You trail off and it piques his interest, his head lifting up and eyes running along your face to read your expression.
“Lousy?"
You shake your head, not about to bad mouth your boyfriend.
"Not lousy it’s just.."
"It’s boring,"
"I don’t know Jaebum,” You sigh and cover your face with your hands, listening to him move around in front of you. Your hands drop and you stare at the table so you don’t have to see his reaction.
“It’s not like how it was with you,” You whisper and trace patterns onto the wood with your finger.
“I miss you,” He suddenly says and his hand is on top of yours to stop your fidgeting, fingers curling under your palm and sending electric shocks through you with every touch.
"Jae,“
"I want you all the time, nobody else,” When you don’t reply and don’t pull away, he lifts your hand up to his lips, dragging his mouth over your smooth skin.
"Let me touch you,“ He murmurs and goosebumps pop up your arms as he kisses sloppily over your knuckles.
"Stop,"
"I won’t believe it if you say you don’t want me back, I know you miss me too,” He doesn’t let go of you as he removes himself from his booth and swivels into yours, his free hand cupping your cheek and thumb stroking over your cheekbone.
Tears are already pooling up into your eyes as the situation becomes so familiar, brings back memories of many long nights spent with him. His plush lips push to yours and he squeezes your hand in his lap at that spark that transfers through you both. He pulls back just to rub his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours as you lean forward again.
The second kiss is longer but not any less needy, quick and uncoordinated. It’s you who pulls back when his tongue hotly touches yours.
“Stop,” Jae watches you while he wipes away the dampness on your cheeks.
“Come home with me,” He whispered and it took nothing else to get you stumbling after him down the street to his apartment.
Jaebum doesn’t waste any time, his lips devouring yours and hands finding your hips the moment he gets his front door opened. Once it’s closed, your back harshly meets a wall, shoes and jackets discarded on the floor and clothes not far behind. You take your time in unbuttoning his top, lowering yourself further down until you’re kneeling in front of him.
He shrugs the button up off and your hands roam over his soft torso, lips planting kisses at his hips just how you know he likes. Your fingers move to unclick his belt and pull it off, working on the button and zipper next before you’re able to yank his jeans down. His bulge is confined by his tight boxers and it’s a mouth watering sight for you after so long. Your fingers dip beneath the hem and you slowly pull them down, teasing both him and yourself. He’s only half hard but he’s easily brought to full stiffness with a few strokes of your hand.
You leave kisses up and down his shaft and his entire body shudders above you, his hand bracing on the wall behind you for support, just in case he falls. His other hand rests on the top of your head, encouraging you to take him into your mouth already and once you do, the deep moan he lets out has your panties instantly soaked.
"Fuck,“ While you’re swirling your tongue around his head and tracing over his prominent veins, he’s stroking your hair back so he could see the way your lips stretched around him.
"It’s been so long,” He murmurs and you take him in deeper, one hand balancing you on his thigh and the other gently massaging his balls. He jerks his hips forward but quickly pulls back, cock slipping out of your mouth and making you confused.
"What are you-“
"Want you close baby,” He carefully helps you up from your knees and brings your face to his, his lips capturing yours and hands squeezing your waist. You yelp in surprise when he sweeps you off your feet, your wide eyes drilling into the side of his head as he swiftly carries you down the hallway.
You finally slump into his arms and you only jump a little bit when he kicks his bedroom door open. You notice how the sheets and blankets are ruffled like they hadn’t been washed in weeks, the used tissues littering the floor catching your eye before he gently lays you down.
"I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t expecting you to come back wi-“
"Come here,” Your voice is quiet and hands soft as you pull him down on top of you, your legs spread around his hips so your bodies slot together like puzzle pieces. His mouth covers yours while his fingers pull at your clothing, peeling the garments off until you’re bare beneath him.
"God, I forgot how beautiful you are,“ He trails kisses down your neck and you tilt your head back to give him better access, quiet moan leaving your lips.
"Jae,"
"I know, I want to go slow though baby, missed you so much,” His lips still grazing over your neck, his hand travels down to stroke over your thigh, pinning your knee to his hip. His fingertips dance their way between your legs to slide over your slick folds, his deep groan vibrating against your throat.
“Wet, so wet, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He uses two fingers to circle around your clit, adding the slightest pressure to make your head spin. You tangle one hand into his hair and latch your nails into his shoulder with the other. His same two fingers, now slick with your warm wetness, press against your entrance, slowly disappearing inside of you until he’s buried up to the knuckle.
“Mmm,” He nuzzles his face into your neck the same time he moves his hand, languidly pushing in and pulling back out. Your pussy squelches with every thrust of his fingers and you shamelessly throw your head back to moan when the curls them up in just the right way.
Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans from his throat, his fingers wiggling with the struggle to reach deeper. You push your hips up and he almost growls.
"You’ll be patient or I won’t let you come,“
You nod, too breathless to form an actual response.
"Good girl. Still so good for me, so obedient,” He nips a line along your collarbones, hand slamming into you with a newfound roughness. It takes your breath away when he massages your sensitive walls, rubbing in all the right places to make you squirm. After a desperate whimper, he’s pulling out and wiping his hands into the sheets.
“I would’ve gone longer but my dick is crying to be inside of you,” His hands hook beneath your knees and bend them up and out, spreading you open so beautifully before him he has to take a second to admire. You whine out his name and his smiles fondly.
"I love you,“ He makes sure you know it by murmuring it once more before he lines himself up and presses in. He sinks himself further in, inch by inch and despite wanting to grab him and pull him forward, you wait for him to take his time.
"God, fuck,” He breathes out profanities while swiveling his hips, his body leaning over yours to kiss you. He mumbles incoherent nothing’s in between sticky kisses, his eyes full of love and adoration when he looked at you. You cup his cheeks when he begins to thrust properly into you, pace still slow but he pretends as if nothing changed, planting soft pecks to your swollen lips.
A moan interrupts him and he’s force to pull away and sit up, hands curling into the sheet by your sides as his hips roll into you faster. You could feel his hard cock twitch everytime he pulled out and your walls tried bringing him back in by tightening around him, shuddering gasps falling from his lips above you. His thumbs are rubbing patterns into your skin as he changes his pace, speeding up his thrusts while at the same time angling them upwards.
You let out an accidental cry and he finds it safe to loudly moan, head dropping so his chin is tucked into his chest. Your body rocked with his every move and you felt fuzzy all over with how deep he was managing to reach. Jaebum was so much better than your current boyfriend, who wouldn’t pay attention to you at all during any intimate moments and would only worry about himself.
He was great, you loved his daughter, but they weren’t Jae. Jae’s hand slips down and his thumb presses to your clit, quickly rubbing you and making you inhale sharply.
“Fuck, Jae,” Your back arches and he thrusts hard into you, moans following after your every whimper of his name.
You move your hips with his and the pleasure only heightens, curse dropping from his tongue in the form of a grunt and suddenly both of your releases are washing over you. Your body trembles and his stiffens up, your loud noises mixing together as he presses himself in deep so you can feel his release fill you up.
Jaebum’s sweaty body collapses down on top of you and you groan at his weight but don’t mention for him to get off. You wrap your arms around his damp back and he holds onto you as he rolls over, pulling you so you’re on top instead. He grabs the blanket and drapes it over your exposed lower half, leaving your back bare so he can run his nails along your spine.
It’s quiet for a long time, Jaebum’s kisses to your temple distracting you from the boyfriend and kid you had waiting at home for you. You lift your head up and prop your chin onto your folded hands over his chest. He smiles at you and moves your hair out of your face.
"You’re staying right? Till the morning at least?“ You squint your eyes and pretend to be thinking about it, when in reality you weren’t planning on ever leaving him again. Your whisper pulls out the beautiful laugh of his you haven’t heard in too long. "Only if you order some Chinese food."
A choking sound echoes from the backroom, followed by a loud clank of dishes and Seokjin doesn’t need to take a look to know it was Jungkook, knew the vampire smelt you as you approached the coffee shop and knew your scent only grew stronger when you pulled the door open and wind followed you in, wafting the lobby with the sweet smell of you. Your flowery perfume easily overrode the bitter stench of beans and Seokjin himself had the pleasure of catching a small whiff of the incredibly addicting fragrance.
Instead of making your way up to the counter, you keep your eyes glued to the shattered screen of your phone as you blindly stumble for the closest table positioned by the freshly-cleaned window.
Seokjin sighs and carefully places down the cup he was drying, drapes the cloth next to it and shoves at the swinging door to the back kitchen. He finds Jungkook standing over the coffee machines, the technology beeping loudly as every wrong button is pushed.
“Jungkook, what the hell,”
Seokjin stomps over and grabs the teenager’s wrists together, pins them against the taller boy’s chest and forces him to take a step back.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a fucking distraction Seokjin, she-“
Jungkook flinches when the hard thump of Seokjin’s finger flicks against his forehead. He frowns and rubs the spot, despite feeling no pain.
“Hey,”
“Watch your language,”
Seokjin scolds and in turn Jungkook huffs in annoyance, decides to ignore him.
“She smells like… like rain?”
Seokjin peeks at the confused boy out of the corner of his eye, watches him rip his beanie off and scratch at his head before slipping it back on.
“Is it raining outside? She smells like rain, I smell rain and flowers and, what is that; ink? Day old ink, Seokjin, what am I smelling right now?”
“Can you wait her already? She’s been sitting too long, stop looking for a useless distraction from her and just go,”
Jungkook’s eyes widen in horror.
“Be her waiter?”
“What the hell did you do to my machine?”
Seokjin taps on the top of the coffee maker and gets an angry screech in response. He takes a deep calming breath, turning to a panicking Jungkook.
“Get out of my kitchen before I beat you. Go, go,”
Jungkook was more than strong enough to resist but he lets Seokjin throw him out anyway, long legs tangling together and causing him to fall to the tiled floor behind the counter. He quickly pops up, clears his throat out of embarrassment and locates you at the front of the store. His mouth immediately goes cotton dry, mind fuzzy and chest stiff at the sight of the tight fitting dress you wore. It was midnight black and squeezed at your every curve, heeled boots the same color reaching up a few inches below the hemline, right above your knees to teasingly leave an inch or two of glowing skin to his eye.
Your legs were crossed and bouncing beneath the table and your face was nearly fully buried into the magazine clutched in your hand. His heart skips a beat and thumps against his ribcage, causing him to suck down a painful breath before forcing himself to swirl around the counter and trips over his shoes on his way over to you.
“Y-Y/n?”
He curses himself in his head multiple times for stuttering. He was with you for hours yesterday but he was finding it difficult to speak to you. Especially with the way your dress dipped so low in the front and placed your breasts on display as he stood over you. He nearly choked again when you looked up at him, your expression brightening at the familiar face.
“Jungkook? Hey!”
He smiles shyly and looks down at his red leather Nikes.
“Hi,”
The sound of you swiftly closing your magazine snaps his gaze back up. You smile brightly and prop your chin on your hand.
“What’re you doing here? Do you work here?”
“What? No, no. Seokjin-”
“Your dad’s friend,”
He tries stopping the warmth from spreading through him at the fact that you remembered.
“Yeah uh, he owns it, I was just… um… hanging… out and,”
He bites his lip and you tilt your head.
“Saw me?”
He nods sheepishly.
“Am I interrupting?”
You jump to clear your other books out of the way, gesturing towards the seat across from you.
“No! Sit, please,”
Jungkook looks around first.
“Do you want a drink? I can have Seokjin make you something,”
You purse your lips in thought before reciting a request to him. When he turns and shouts your order loudly over his shoulder, you can’t hide the giggles that leave your mouth. He spins to you again with wide eyes and the corners of his lips turn up slightly when he sees your hands over your face, shoulders shaking with your laugh. Your eyes were sparkling and he thinks he better take that offered seat now before his knees gave out on him. He slips into the chair and quickly looks out the window at the sunrise to avoid eye contact with you, follows the raindrop trails as they slide down the glass pane.
“Isn’t it supposed to be hot today?”
“Hmm,”
You gain his attention and you nod at his top; another thick sweatshirt like the day before but this time pure white and greatly oversized, looking like it belonged to his father. He wore a matching white beanie and some black torn jeans, not the typical outfit for this time in the early months of summer.
“Oh, right yeah. I just, I’m allergic… to… the sun,”
He sees fearful realization flash in your eyes for a brief second before you mask it with interest.
“Really? Wow, that must be awful,”
“It’s a burden,”
He sighs, shifting in his seat.
“Staying so covered up all the time,”
He trails off and you chew on your bottom lip, your tongue briefly making an appearance before your mouth opens. He waits for you to say something but your lips press together again, your hands slowly reaching for your magazine.
“Can I get your opinion on something?”
“Of course,”
Jungkook replies without missing a beat, sits up straighter and leans his elbows on the tables surface.
“So I’m looking for an apartment right,”
His eyes rise from the book to your face, his jaw clenching uncomfortably. A war is fought in his eyes, blue threatening to shine through but sharp nails cutting into his palms due to his clenched fists bring him back.
“Okay,”
“And I just don’t know if this is a nice enough place or not like, I’m having mixed feelings about a couple of different things,”
You flip the pages in your pamphlet until you land upon an ad for an apartment for rent in town. Many colorful pictures tagged with captions decorated the sheets and you place the book down, spin it around and slide it towards Jungkook.
“I love how spacious the living room is, the wood floors are great, the giant floor to ceiling windows leading out to the balcony are perfect too, but I feel like the walls being brick like, brings the charm down I guess?”
Jungkook looks at the picture your manicured finger was pointing towards and tilts his head.
“I think,”
You look up at him in anticipation and he takes a breath.
“Honestly, I think the brick wall brings the charm up, not down,”
“Wait, really?”
You gasp and take a second look at the photo. Jungkook hesitates, wondering if hanging out twice was enough for him to take certain actions. He goes against his brain screaming at him to hold back and carefully moves your hand so he can face the magazine towards you. Thankfully, you don’t even flinch when his cold fingers make contact with your own but the spark that passes from you to him has him yanking away all too fast.
“Look at the brick colors, they’re so light and sandy colored with the occasional dark block, plus with the flooring being that deep cherry wood, soft beige furniture, maybe almost white, would look incredible,”
When he looks up, you’re staring at him with slightly widened eyes, admiration there but so small even he couldn’t detect it.
“Are you a secret designer?”
You tentatively ask and it earns you an embarrassed chuckle and a glimpse of rose dusted cheeks.
“No, no. Seokjin’s sort of a freak about that stuff, I’ve picked up a few things,”
“I heard that,”
Jungkook and you both jump at the unexpected third party, simultaneously glancing up and sheepishly taking in Seokjin’s unamused expression.
“I didn’t mean it badly,”
“Sure,”
He quirks his eyebrow and slides your freshly made drink in front of you with a contagious smile, gentle hand squeezing your shoulder in a friendly way.
“Enjoy,”
“Thank you,”
He shoots a pointed look at the teenager perched in front of you before he makes his way back over to the counter to help another costumer. You stare after him for a moment and Jungkook uncomfortably clears his throat, causing your dazed attention to snap to him.
“Have a crush on him?”
“What? No,”
You take one last glance.
“He’s just, he’s intimidatingly attractive, and he’s hard to look away from,”
You shyly admit, swallowing thickly the same time Jungkook does.
“Oh,”
“Is your entire family like that?”
He pokes at the inside of his cheek with his tongue, looks outside to look over the morning bustle.
“All of my brothers are very handsome, my father too,”
You whine.
“Remind me to never meet them,”
Jungkook watches you wipe your hands over your face out of the corner of his eye.
“Why’s that?”
Your palms loudly smack onto the smooth tables surface and you puff out air.
“Because if they look anything like him, or like you for that matter, holy shit,”
He turns to you fully.
“Are you calling me attractive?”
“Fuck yes,”
Your eyes grow dramatically.
“Wait no, oh god. I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to blurt that out,”
He purses his lips and shakes his head to dismiss you, drumming his fingers along the edge of the book. You follow his sight to his dancing knuckles.
“Right, the apartment,”
You take a deep breath before changing the page, thankful for the distraction.
“This other one is a lot smaller but it’s nicer, it also has the wood floors, the um, only one big window and the walls are normal in this one too but the building it’s in has a pool on the roof. Which I think is pretty neat,”
Your voice fades off to silence as Jungkook loses himself in the thought of you in a swimsuit, the image popping up in his mind. He thinks you’d look best in something red or pale blue, maybe black because the dark color looked absolutely stunning on you. He knew anything you wore would leave him speechless but before he could explore any other options, your voice breaks through his reality barrier.
“Jungkook,”
“Hmm,”
He sucks his lips into his mouth and pretends he was paying attention the whole time.
“Your thoughts on this one?”
He unfolds his arms from under his chin and lays them out flat to frame the sides of the small table, his eyebrows drawing in as you push the ad closer. You copy his actions and stretch your arms out on the insides of his, your skin brushing up against the soft fabric of his hoodie sleeves. He looks over your touching limbs and hides his smile by coughing, his hand flipping the magazine back to you.
“Well, you’re right about the substantial size difference,”
You glare down at the pictures.
“But there’s a pool,”
He nods in confirmation.
“But there’s a pool,”
You take the first drink out of your cup and greedily swallow it down, loving the way it splashed on your taste buds and left a sweet caramel aftertaste.
“Mm,”
“Good?”
Jungkook wonders aloud and you push the cup over to him without removing your eyes from the paper, your arm returning to its place against his. He lifts the mug and takes the smallest sip, the human liquid almost burning his tongue and making him jerk away from the dull taste. He quickly pushes it back over to you in disgust, lips smacking.
“I like this last one,”
You comment quietly, tracing your finger over the new photos he hasn’t looked at yet. You swirl the book around and move it closer to him, eyes trailing up to gage his reaction.
“This one..?”
He trails off, glancing up from behind his long thick lashes.
“Oh, this one is bigger than both of the last two. It has a second floor, an open second floor and from there I believe there’s access to the roof but not only that, it still has my cute windows and your brick walls and there’s actually a hot tub out on the balcony I think, wait,”
You lean forward and Jungkook’s airway closes up when the edge of the table pulls the front of your dress further down than it already was. Instead of staring, he turns away and looks at Seokjin, watches him smile and laugh with the costumers. To Jungkook it looked a lot like flirting and he’s surprised his dad hasn’t shown up to tear the place apart yet.
“Yes I was right, see,”
Jungkook turns back to you, eyes falling upon your exposed chest first before going lower to where you were pointing out a picture of a Jacuzzi.
“Do you like hot tubs?”
Your eyes flick up to his face for a second, thinking he’s just playing with you but when you see how serious he is you do a double take. You raise your eyebrow and lean back, prop your head up on your hand and in response Jungkook leans closer and does the same.
“Well?”
“Why?”
You ask, trying not to smirk at his obvious interest.
“Do you like hot tubs, Jungkook?”
“Me? Hmm,”
Cracking a smile, you scoff a laugh out beneath your breath; shake your head as he pretends to think about your question.
“It depends,”
This time you lean close too, squint at him when he replies. He looks over your face then meets your eyes.
“On?”
“On, who I’m spending time with, because you see, if I’m with my brothers or dad, seeing them in nothing but shorts wouldn’t be my idea of a good time, but if I was with… let’s say,”
“Me?”
You offer yourself up and he’s genuinely surprised for two seconds. He quickly regains his composure and nods.
“You,”
He repeats quietly, biting his lip. The way his eyes drag from your head down to your chest doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Probably’d like it a lot more,”
Your body gets hot at that, feels like somebody’s lit a fire beneath your chair and you try to hold off your smile as long as possible, but you break and drop your head to the table to hide it, curling your arms around you as a barrier while your shoulders shook. You shoot back up and lightly smack him on his hand.
“Stop flirting!”
He can’t contain his own wide grin, his head shaking.
“Not flirting,”
“Liar,”
You run your hands over your warm face after whispering; willing the redness you know was there to disappear. You pick at the clumps of mascara on your eyelashes to avoid eye contact, cheeks still embarrassingly pink and flattered smile present.
“I hate you,”
Your voice is quiet, gentle and obviously playful. You drop your arm and lick your lips when you look at his smug face.
“You don’t hate me,”
You take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, watching your arms slot together the way they were before and Jungkook’s very large hands wrap around the sides so his thumbs can comfortingly smooth between the creases of where your elbows bent.
“I don’t,”
You admit quietly and he gets a pleasant warmth bomb going off in his chest because of it. It’s his turn to be flattered and his gaze bounces around the shop again before landing upon you. You puff your cheeks out and look over the different shades of brown in his dark irises.
“Your eyes are very pretty,”
You compliment him and you could hear his swallow with how thick it was.
“Thank you,”
Neither of your voices exceed a whisper for reasons unknown, the sounds of clanking coffee cups and quiet conversations, beeping machines and the crunching of paper as newspapers are opened and flipped through, even the muffled noises of the early morning traffic outside dulled down around you both and blended together into silence.
Jungkook felt pain when you looked at him the way you were, mapping out his features with a strange interest. You wanted to comment on how full and pink his lips were, how nice they looked shining under the lights whenever he licked them, how erotic and suggestive he looked when his eyes were half-lidded like that, staring right at you like he would pounce on you in any second if you two weren’t in public, but nothing would come out. Your throat was dry and your drink was right there, but you couldn’t find it in you to reach for it to take a refreshing sip, soothe the scratch that tickled. You couldn’t find the strength in you to pull away from his touch.
Your phone blares and you jump in shock, Jungkook quickly yanking his arms back like you two were caught kissing at a time you shouldn’t have been.
“Sorry,”
You quickly answer your call and even though Jungkook can hear that it’s your boyfriend he pretends he can’t, scratches at the table laminate as a distraction from taking your phone and tossing it to the bottom of the ocean just so he doesn’t have to listen to Mark’s voice.
“Why do you keep doing this Mark? You can’t keep hiding if you’re-”
It seems like you’re cut off because you stop suddenly, tap your nails impatiently.
“Um no, I’m trying to see you as much as possible but you keep-”
You sigh deeply, your fingers rubbing circles into your temple.
“Mark, this is for you, we should be going together,”
Your voice is lower now; Jungkook can tell you’ve had enough of whatever your boyfriend was saying to you. Your eyes were closed and you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand.
“You’re the one who wanted to move, not me. This is your doing and you’re making me go alone? What are you doing right now that you can’t come? Are you with those damn boys again? In fact, are they the reason you haven’t been home all week?”
It is a few seconds of yelling on the other end.
“No! We’re having this conversation no- Mark?”
Your eyebrows scrunch and you glance at your phone screen before pressing it back against your ear.
“Mark? Holy shit he didn’t,”
You throw the device down in frustration and Jungkook stops it from sliding off of the table, slides it safely to the center while you exasperatedly rake your fingers through your hair.
“I swear to fucking God,”
You mutter to yourself, hiding your face so you don’t scream at the top of your lungs with so many people around. Jungkook frowns and sizes up your tense shoulders.
“Is everything… okay..?”
“Yeah,”
You quietly lie to him, hands dropping and revealing your face. Jungkook knows you’re lying, is trying to refrain from reading your mind and figuring out the problem himself. He respected you and wanted you to trust him, invading your thoughts wouldn’t gain that for him.
“Actually no,”
He acts on impulse, drops his arm and lays his hand up flat in innocent invitation. You notice it and the corner of your lips turn up slightly, but you don’t fully smile. You place your hand on top of his and allow his fingers to curl around yours, his hand completely swallowing your smaller one whole. His thumb gently traces over the curves of your knuckles and you train your eyes on the flashy watch strapped around his wrist so the upcoming conversation doesn’t sound as pathetic as it seems. You looked like you were about to cry and that was enough for Jungkook to want Mark’s head on a stick.
“My boyfriend, he’s been so distant lately. I don’t think it’s another girl or anything because he is so damn troubled, nobody else would know how to deal with him but his friends and me. It seems like they’re all that matter all of the sudden? He’s never home anymore and he has me do all of this stuff for him and it’s not like I mind doing things for him, it’s fine, but it wouldn’t hurt to thank me every once in a while,”
Jungkook squeezes your hand to urge you to continue.
“I’m sorry for whining to you about my problems, he just frustrates me so damn much sometimes. I swear he’s going to break up with me; that’s what happens when you guys act distant right? You make us resent you before you leave so you don’t-”
“Hey,”
Jungkook’s voice is soft and you look up, almost burst into tears right there at his genuine concern; all of it for you.
“Jesus I’m sorry,”
You shake your head and try pulling your hand away, but he just grasps onto your wrist instead.
“We’ve just met yesterday and I’m asking you about apartments and crying to you about my boyfriend, what the hell is wrong with me?”
“Do you have anywhere to be? Can we go for a walk?”
When you don’t look up from your lap, fiery feud going on in your mind, he reaches across the table and carefully knocks a finger beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze.
“It will make you feel better, please,”
You blink, nodding slowly and he releases you to grab your phone and magazines, stands up and waits for you to lift your purse by your feet to join him. He pushes the door open for you and you both walk out into the foggy morning but Jungkook’s arm stops you from going any further than a foot from the entrance. You squint up at him, curiously watching him tug his beanie off and offer it to you.
“Here,”
“What-”
“So your hair doesn’t get wet,”
You wave your hands, sweet as the gesture is.
“Oh, Jungkook,”
When you don’t take the hat he places it on your head for you, makes sure the ends are folded over the tips of your ears to keep them warm beneath thick material. He crouches down to meet your height while he looks over his work, his face only a few inches from your own as he tucks a stray hair or two up into the hem and out of your face.
“There,”
He stands up straight and nods proudly, pointing at you.
“If you take it off I’ll bite you,”
The threat seems harmless enough but you can’t help but to think about it as you merge into the massive race of business people. There’s a hand as light as a feather falling upon your shoulder, abducting your attention away from the damp sidewalk.
“I was only kidding,”
Jungkook assures you gently and you nod. You knew that. His hand moves to your other shoulder, his arm firmly wrapping around you and drawing you into his side when a shiver noticeably wiggles your spine. He was cold but his jacket wasn’t and you find yourself pressing further beneath his cozy arm.
“Jungkook,”
“Hmm,”
You lick your lips and lean closer, feeling nothing but care and warmth from his touches, security and safety. Things you haven’t felt in a long time.
“I just,”
He doesn’t force you to spit out whatever it was you were trying to say, stays out of your head and gives you the chance to tell him yourself.
“I’m just glad I ran into you yesterday, I like having you around. I like,”
“Me,”
“Huh?”
“You like me,”
Jungkook finishes your sentence and you look up at him, thinking about his answer for a second. You snuggle back underneath his arm.
“Yeah,”
You settle for nodding, your mind not focused on how problematic your boyfriend was for once.
“Yeah, I like you,”
You feel a squeeze on your shoulder, a calming massage to say ‘I know’. The gesture encourages you to gain enough courage to ask your next question.
“Jungkook, do you have to be home anytime soon?”
“Um,”
He hums right by your ear while he thought.
“I don’t think so. Not for a bit, why,”
You don’t reply and he tilts his head in front of your gaze, smiling at you.
“Why’d you ask?”
You shake your head and he laughs.
“You asked for a reason, come on. Just tell me what’s up,”
“I don’t want to go look at these places alone,”
You pull out of his hold and he stops walking when you do. His face twists up in worry, his hand reaching out for you a few feet away from him.
“Are you-“
“Please come with me,”
You blurt out, tone laced with a certain desperateness you disliked. Your hands wring together as you nervously await his response. Maybe he’d think you were weird, you just met yesterday and now you were asking him to search for a house with you? It could be considered creepy but you hoped he felt as comfortable with you as you did with him already in the small amount of time spent together.
When he doesn’t say anything your heart races and you feel like you need to explain yourself.
“I just, Mark is out of town and being alone for this kind of stuff sucks you know?”
You trail off quietly, catching onto your own rambling. Jungkook was just staring at you and you didn’t know what he was thinking. But then he’s smiling at and relief is flooding through you.
Anonymous : Could you do a Got7 reaction where their S/o has a British accent that switches to American and back to British while she speaks?
A/N : this is my first reaction and first got7 request !! y’all should know that got7 is my ult group so i’m hoping i’m as accurate as possible i wanted to add gifs but i still haven’t figured out how to post more than 3 someone help !!!!! anyway enjoy ehe
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Mark : he’s claimed before that he likes british accents so he’d love listening to you talk and pronounce things differently to him. But when you slip a word in american he’d laugh and teasingly accuse you of trying to copy him
Jaebum : tbh this guy would be a sucker for you . he’d love hearing your accent just because it’s different and he’d especially love it when you spoke korean and your accent was clear. i don’t think he’d really notice if you switched accent and you’d have to tell him then he’d ask how it’s said with a british accent.
jackson : oh my god he would be the most extra about your accent. if you said anything he’d mimic you and squeal exclaiming just how adorable you are. he would always try to speak in a british accent too which would make you cringe and make him pout. if you said something in an american accent he would say he had a better american accent and show you the right way to say it.
jinyoung : he would love your britihs accent so much !! he would find it sophisticated and he’d just like listening to it. he’d get jokingly sassy if you said something in an american accent and tell you you were hanging out with mark too much and couldn’t even get his accent right.
youngjae :this sunshine would see the change in expression whe you said something in an american accent and would just start laughing. he would adore your british accent but love when you switch just because he loved the face you made.
bambam : king of being extra, he would always exaggerate when copying your accent even though he loved it. if you said something with an american accent he would definitely copy you and make fun of the way you said it earning a pout or smack on the arm.
yugyeom : he would always try to speak to you in english because he wants to get better at it . he’d also try to speak in a british accent because he believe he’s good at it and it makes him look good. he’d like when you spoke in an american accent tho because he’s into america and would just like to hear the accent.
Anonymous: Got7 reaction to their s/o not wanting them to pick them up because she thinks she’s 2chubby and might hurt them
A/N: This is actually my first time doing a reaction so i hope it doesn't suck too much.
Mark: Mark is a really quite person, he tends to keep to himself a lot. So it wound’t be much of a difference in this situation. He’s be a bit mopey and would tell you how silly you are and continued to pick you up and be cuddly, he isn’t really good with words so you’d definitely feel his love through his actions. But if you continued with the worry, he’s mood would probably drop 100%. He’d feel like its his fault for not reminding you everyday of how beautiful you are. Would probably do anything it takes to make you feel good about yourself, and you don’t have to worry about yourself cause you are absolutely beautiful..
Jackson: He’d scoff at your silly worry and will continue to make jokes and carrying you, but once he sees the look of uneasiness, his mood will change. He’s be serious and will probably sit you down, making you tell him why you thought that way. Anger obviously radiating of him as he listens to all reasons as to why you feel that way. He would try to calm down, tying not to show you how angry he felt cause of this, since he knew it’ll make you feel just as bad. He would show you just how much he loves you and your body. And if you still feel uneasy, he would write 100 reasons as to why you’re perfect. Until you smile again..
Youngjae: He’d highkey be so confused. He’d be asking all kinds of questions on why’d you think you’ll hurt him. He’d tell you that he loves picking you up and that it maid him feel really bad that you think like that. I think he would start to make types of jokes and puns just to make you laugh and get your mind of the negative stuff. He would cuddle you and eat all kinds of sweats with you, making sure you were happy with yourself, and telling you that he loves everything about, and loves carry you in his arms.
Jaebum: I feel like he would react the same as Jackson, but he’d be more calm. Taking your hand in is and sitting you down, asking why you would ever say something like that. He’d cut you half way, to angered at your silly thoughts of yourself. He’s pull you into a hug, not saying much, but he’d definitely make you feel his love. kissing your head lovingly and telling you that you are perfect. He’d give you kisses in places you felt most insecure. leaving loving messages before each kiss. But if you really had a problem with your weigh, he’d offer you to go to the gym with him, although he’d tel you that you didn’t need it.
BamBam: He’d go along with it, taking your remark as a joke. But as soon as he saw your face fall he’d start apologizing and hugging you as you bury your head in his chest. He’d rub your back, telling you that you shouldn’t feel that way. He would kiss your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, also whispering dumb jokes or embarrassing moments of the members to make you laugh and happy again. He’d for sure be more careful next time cause he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but will always remind you of how precious you are to him.
Jinyoung: As soon as he picked you up, and felt you tense he’d know right away. Unlike the other members, he’d be straight up and tell you he truth. He would still be holding you in his arms, tightening his grip on you as he gave a stern look. He’d tell you that you are perfect and loves the size of your body, oves holding you to him and feeling it pressed against him. He would kiss your neck softly, not letting you go, telling you that his savoring the feeling of your beautiful body pressed against his, making you blush ad smile.
(best gif ever istfg)
Yugyeom: He’d be just as devastated and sad. He’d slowly let go of you and look at you with concern in his eyes. He wouldn’t ask any questions and just sit next to you. He’d rap his arms around you and kiss your head. After a while comfortable silence, he’d tell you that you were the most beautiful human being that he has ever laid eyes on. Telling you that he loved carrying you, cause it made him feel like the ultimate boyfriend. He’d tell you that he wouldn’t change your weigh for the world cause you were just so perfect to him.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this little reaction and please don’t ever think less of yourself. Cause you are beautiful just the way you are, don’t let society’s standards bring you down, cause you are unique in your own way. Nothing wrong with that.
Ok soooo like 70% of my mind is gone from these two solo mv’s and I havent seen my bias #hubbymark song/mv yet…somebody pray for me! Its like they tryna kill us #IGOT7 LOL I can’t take no more hotness the foreigner line already killing it!
// Can I request a GOT7, EXO, and BTS reaction (or your choice of the 3 if all of them is too much) to you having a fight and they slap/hurt you? //
Jaebum: He smacked you harshly and continued to yell at you, not even noticing that he had smacked his girlfriend. You turned your head away from him and rubbed your cheek lightly as he continued to scold you. You heard him trail off when a tear began to slowly fall down your cheek. He placed his hand on your chin and turned your head to face him, a gasp escaping his lips when he realized he hit you.
“Baby, I-I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention.”
Mark: He ran his hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh, not accepting that his actions have taken such a serious outcome. He tried not to give into his feelings but your silent crying was ripping him apart. When you looked up, you noticed him offering you to take his hand and he pulled you off the carpet. “You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked without making eye contact with you to not break the wall he has build up. By the way his glistening eyes were slowly scanning your body and his hand still holding yours tightly, you knew he felt apologetic towards you, even if he wasn’t able to say it out loud.
You nodded silently and he let go off you. “Good.”
Jackson: Immediately after he pushed you into the wall, he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace so you couldn’t see the tears welling up in his eyes. You were quite taken a back by his actions so you didn’t try and fight against his grip. When you could hear the whining from his lips, you wrapped your arms tighter around him and he slowly calmed himself down. You were sitting on the couch, next to each other, trying to figure out what has caused him to react this way when he finally spoke up, “Although I’ve been so distracted lately, this should have never happened. Every time I close my eyes all I see is you being slammed into the wall…and it hurts me so much to know that I could hurt you this way.”
Jinyoung: Anger had taken over Jinyoung’s body to the point he couldn’t control his actions anymore. Without one more thought, he screamed words of anger at you and hit you. It wasn’t a light hit either, it was a full forced hit that would most likely leave a bruise. The impact from his hit sent you to your knees. You immedietely curled up into a ball on the floor and you held your cheek in pain, tears falling down your cheeks and small sobs escaping your lips.
Jinyoung dropped to his knees beside you and tried to hold you, but you kicked him away. Completely perplex, he stumbled away from you slowly before his trembling legs brought him to fall and he just sat across from you in silence, not being able to express what he was feeling. After you’ve calmed down he made the first approach, “I know words can’t change what I’ve done and I sincerely wish they could….I’ll never forgive myself for hurting the only girl I truly love.”
Youngjae: He lifted his hand and swung it towards you, the lound sound of his hand making contact with your face filled the room. You stumbled backwards, clutching your cheek with your hands as you felt the float gates open.
He just looked at his trembling hand in confusion to what has just happened and slowly looked up at you through tears, “Y/N…” he managed to get out before he completely broke down. Tears began streaming down his face and he quickly pulled you into his embrace, trying to apologize to you for not having himself under control. “I don’t know what happened Y/N…it all happened so quickly”
BamBam: I was quite rare that civilised, peaceful conversations turned into heated arguments but no matter how mad he was at you, hitting you has never even once crossed his mind. So when his hand collided with your soft frame, it took you a while to register the burning pain that was shooting through your body.
Almost immediately he pulled his hand away and turned away from you to hide the emotions he always claimed he doesn’t have. When you heard the violent sobs that were coming from him, the pain didn’t seem as bad anymore and you could feel that he was sincerely sorry. When you approched him, he turned his head to the side and wiped the tears away, “Don’t come near me Y/N. You’ll only get hurt.”
Yugyeom: You tried to stay quiet as Yugyeom yelled at you. But, you have to admit, you were absolutely terrified. Yugyeom wasn’t the one to yell at you, nor was he the one to even fight with you. He raised his voice and you jumped a little, but he didn’t notice, he was too mad.
“I already apologized!” You yelled, cutting him off.
He was taken aback by your sudden outburst and quickly swung his hand at you, hitting the side of your head. You gasped as his hand collided with your head and pushed him backward. You let out a sob as you slowly walked away from him, not even ending the argument. He slid his back against the door and screamed out in frustration, hitting the wall. He didn’t see you again that night because he didn’t feel like an apology wouldn’t make up for the things he’s done.
Because I’ve been so inactive lately, I decided to delete every open request in my inbox and start fresh. My inbox is now re-opened for requests that I’ll sincerely go through and work on this time. I’m so sorry if your request got deleted, feel free to request again if I haven’t gotten to yours yet.
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Hey everyone, I’m finally back after a long involuntarily break from the internet. I moved into my own flat last month and had some issues with my provider, which are now finally solved!
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I’ll be taking everything from scenarios to reactions. I’ll also finish up what I have left.
warningsreader dealing with body issues, jaebeom being best boy, slight nudity ( i guess ), and this is just comfort ,, for me at least lol
genre fluff, comfort
word count0.4k
inspirationn/a
synopsis jaebeom always knows the right thing(s) to say, even if he doesn’t really say it…
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
After finishing the last stroke to the word beautiful you became stuck. You gazed at yourself in your body mirror, mind wracking for more positive words to mark on your body. Your attention soon slipped to your thighs, looking more full than usual as you sat on your back legs. The words gorgeous and cute adorning them. A troubled sigh left you.
Your plan wasn’t working out right. You were hoping you’d have more confidence and more words. But you were falling short and starting to feel worse about yourself. Clicking your tongue in defeat, you reached for your marker top beside you.
Eyes catching a glimpse of a lean figure in your doorway, you jumped. Thankfully, that lean figure belonged to your boyfriend. Someone who has seen you this bare.
You giggled, blood rushing your cheeks as you started to feel bashful. Jaebeom chuckled at your smile that he recognized oh so well. “How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, connecting the top to the marker and shifting to sit fully on your carpet.
Jaebeom sighed, striding over to you. “Long enough to know you’ve been struggling with words for some reason…”
He plopped down right next to you, slipping the marker out of your hands with ease. “Why are you struggling with words?” His eyes running across the skin that had already been grazed with the marker.
You breathed out a weak laugh. “You know why…” Of course, Jaebeom knew why, he’s been there every time you needed a chest to cry into, every time you needed someone to hold your hand, every time you just needed someone to wipe your tears. He was there.
He never really knew what to say. Jaebeom just knew he hated seeing you so down about yourself and that he’d do anything to make you feel good. Anything to make you confident in yourself and your image.
“I-” Jaebeom inhaled deeply, words getting stuck in his throat.
“Here,” he popped open the marker and gingerly grabbed your wrist, turning it and then smoothly writing on your forearm.
“Jae,” You sighed, a fond smile gracing your lips when you noticed the word he was writing.
As soon as it was down, he looked up at you. A starry, hopeful look in his eyes. Obviously hoping he had done the right thing.
You nodded, your eyes not getting enough of rereading the word worthy.
warningschubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end
genrefluff, suggestive, bfs2ls
word count1.5k
inspiration N/A
synopsisin which mark admits his attraction to you
you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. “i’ve babysat all of your children. can’t you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung”
jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. “we all have plans tonight. spare us?” jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae’s hand.
you glared at him, “well i have plans too and it’s more important than regular, old partying. now,” you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.
melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn’t want to upset melanie and that’s exactly why she’s your secret weapon.
you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. “pick who you want to babysit you bub”
melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.
yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn’t even her pick. melanie stopped at mark’s knees who clearly didn’t even know what was going on.
he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.
“mark, do you even know what’s going on?” jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, “huh?”
“looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark” you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.
“oh. okay” mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.
“why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?” bambam exclaimed in shock.
you shrugged, “you’re all free to leave”
“so, i have to babysit because you’re going on a date?” mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.
“exactly” you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.
mark held the dress by it’s metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. “i think that wine dress looks better” mark commented.
you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. “i agree but it’s a bit tighter on me. wouldn’t want to turn him away with my chub” you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.
“you’re going to catfish him?” his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.
“i wouldn’t call it— anyway, it’s probably not going to work out anyway so who cares” you shrugged.
mark nodded. “but if that’s the case just wear the dress”
you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. “fine”
“i’m ready!” mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie’s arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. “mommy’s ready”
“do i look like a princess uncle mark?” melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.
“you look like a true princess, mel—” mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.
“ooooo! look at my little princess” you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.
mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. “so do you, ___” mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody’s fairytale obviously.
you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. “thank you mark”
you grabbed melanie’s hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. “how’s junior?” you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend’s, not your date tonight.
“a pain in my— ahhhh—” mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.
melanie snorted, “you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time” she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.
mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.
“uhhh— force of habit?”
“right” mark chuckled. “i’ll make melanie some dinner”
“thank you” you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.
“you’re not leaving right now?”
you shook your head, “the date is at seven. it’s only six—thirty, i don’t want to be too early”
mark shook his head. “does it really matter?”
“time is everything, mark. but i’ll leave right now i guess” you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.
you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie’s head. “i’ll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?”
“of course, mommy” she smiled.
mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.
“have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i’ll beat him up” he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.
mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. “and if there’s any trouble, call me”
“i promise, mark”
mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn’t arguing with someone else’s child so he just let her sleep in it.
he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.
you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.
“oh, hey— was it not good?” mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.
you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. “sucked ass”.
mark sighed, “elaborate”
“at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn’t into big women” you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.
you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. “story of my fucking life”.
mark took the glass and refilled it. “you went on a date with a boy,” he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.
“a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size” you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.
you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.
“what?” mark inquired.
“or maybe he just draws the line at fat” you replied.
mark shook his head. “you’re not fat, this is not fat” mark puts a hand on your stomach.
you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. “then what is it?” you tested.
“love” he answered.
on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. “you’re so Goddamn cheesy”
mark gripped your love through your dress gently, “seriously, ___, there’s people who really love what you have to offer”
you snorted. “and they probably just have a fat fetish” you grumbled.
mark hummed and removed his hand from you, “or it’s a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones”
“let me ask, are you one of them?” you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.
“would it bother you if i was?” mark fired back boldly.
you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, “hmm, i don’t know”
“why?” mark did the exact same thing.
“because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i’m catching a vibe that you just prefer me” you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.
but to your surprise, “you’re taking it the right way then” mark said.
“are we flirting right now?” you thought out loud.
“is it working?” mark raised his eyebrows.
“very much” you licked your lips and straightened your posture.
“then yes, yes we are”
“would you like to stay the night?” you suggested.
“if it means i can show you how much i adore your ‘love’ and everything after then yes” that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.
warningsreader is afraid of the dark ( really that’s it )
genrefluff
word count 0.5k
inspirationn/a
synopsis jackson finally learns of your darkest fear, the dark.
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
Startled was an understatement to the feeling Jackson had experienced when he shifted in bed to see your eyes piercing into his through the dim light of your room. A weak giggle left you before you sat up in bed. Jackson recollected himself quickly and tried to bring you back down but you refused, having something you needed to do.
“C'mon, ___-”
“Can you turn the light back on?” You interrupted his whines, saying your request quietly out of sheer embarrassment.
It was dark but you could still see Jackson’s face scrunch in confusion. “Why? Is there something wrong?”
In your eyes, yes. Usually you tell everything about you. With your relationship already passing the one year mark, you both practically knew everything about each other. But there was just one thing you refused to tell him. And since there was never an instance where you had to, you just hid it away. But you were scared of the dark. Ever since you were young the dark was your biggest fear.
Now, that instance has come around, unfortunately.
“Uh,” You paused, trying to think of something that could deflect the fact you were afraid of the dark.
But your lie took to long because a lightbulb looked as if it had gone off overtop of Jackson’s head. “Baby, are you afraid of the dark?” A small, teasing laugh following behind his question.
“Me? Afraid of the dark? Pfft,” You shook your head while flipping the covers off of your legs. “Now, why would I be afraid of the dark?”
Jackson sat up onto his elbows. “Okay, so you go turn on the light,” he pushed against your back gently.
You scoffed, fear crawling up your back. “I-I was just about to do that,” You said matter of factly.
“Sure,” He retorted.
You two sat in silence as the angel and the devil on your shoulder argued whether getting up to turn on the light was a good idea. There was this childish thought that someone- or something would just creep out of from the closet and snatch you. It was that fear that was keeping you planted onto the bed.
Jackson’s infamous laugh filled the room. “___, I thought you weren’t afraid of the dark?” He sneered, obviously enjoying this.
You inhaled deeply. “I’m not,” your feet landed on the carpet for a matter of seconds before you hurried to sit back down.
Jackson continued to laugh at you as you got yourself comfortable in bed again. You frowned, “Fine,” You huffed in defeat.
“I’m scared of the dark, happy?” You hit his shoulder. His laughing subsided and Jackson sat up completely.
“That’s all you had to say in the first place,” Jackson simply got out of bed to turn on the light that lit up the whole room.
You muttered a thank you quietly. “In return, I think I deserve some cuddles,"Jackson climbed back into bed and opened his arms wide to accommodate you. You smiled and shuffled over to have his arms wrapped around you.
"This is so embarrassing,” You scoffed.
Jackson laughed into your neck. “It’s cute. And if your fear of the dark means I get to cuddle you every night then I think it’s a win.”
➟warnings: Please don’t do any further if you’re not old enough!
A little insecurity about body image. Jackson is a sex god that helps his shy friend learn to satisfy his girlfriend. And there is badly written smut :)
You barged into the apartment and slammed the door shut. Jay B eyed you as you huffed.
“Where is Jackson,” you demanded. Jay B pointed to Jackson’s room and turned his attention back to his book. You stormed past him and down the hall to the closed door. You swung the door open without knocking. Throwing yourself on his bed with extra dramatic flair, you groaned into the pillow.
I absolutely love this! I could write a 12 page essay on the benefits of being their gf and the wonders more stories like this–with them–would do for depression and stress. Like I am SHOOK and filled with love and adoration. I’m gonna cry. I swear on everything I own I will go nuts if I don’t find more jackjae x reader.
“We live in a society that likes to segregate its citizens with labels and prejudices,” the sociology professor started, making most of the students roll their eyes. “Even here, you have all sat down according to your ‘role.’” She pointed to the left. “Prey.” She pointed to the right. “Predator.” She smiled, as the students seemed to realize their own segregation. “So, I’m going to take matters in my own hands, in this classroom.” She took out a list of students, separated as predator and prey. “Since we are a sociology class, you will get to know the person I assign you to.”
