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JB drabble – Confession song
Requested by @eojjona
“JB? Jae?!” I yelled out for Jaebum, but there was no answer. My fears started getting the best of me as I walked further into the dark room. There was a single shining light in the middle of the floor. I curiously came closer until I stood under it.
I gasped when hundreds of small twinkling lights faded in, illuminating the rest of the room. It was like a winter wonderland. Massive trees and reindeer were spread out around me. I searched for a familiar face until I heard the sound of sleigh bells. I smiled when I spotted Jackson’s cheery face coming around the Christmas tree.
“Hundreds of confessions without success
I feel so unconfident should I just go back
I say I’ll confess for sure
but it’s pointless with no actions in the end
Can’t keep my head up in front of you”
I watched in amazement as all the other boys came out, serenading me. I couldn’t stop my smile if I tried. Each of the boys jumped around me and gave me little hugs. I wasn’t thinking anything of it until it came to JB’s part. He looked me dead in the eyes, holding my hand while he sang.
“I love you, baby I,
I love you (for a very long time)”
It was as if everything stopped. Youngjae continued with the song and handed JB a bouquet of roses. He lowered his head shyly as mark’s part started in. I smiled at him when the music paused and he finally looked up at me.
“Y/n, I… I’m in love with you.” His hand started to shake, but my heart was swelling. “You’ve been my best friend for so long, but I feel more. I want more. So, shall we?”
I paused for a moment, not in hesitation, but in amazement. I never knew he shared my feelings like this. I took a deep breath and nodded my head.
“Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Just then, an explosion of confetti and snow started drizzling down on both of us. JB shielded my face with his hand and gave me the roses. He brought me in for a warm embrace and the boys went into a frenzy. Everyone was jumping around with glee. Well, everyone except Yugyeom. He forced a smile when I looked at him, but something was off.
The song came to an end and their manager came out, letting them know they had to get to rehearsal. JB turned to me, kissing me on the cheek.
“I’ll call you later. I promise.” He said. I nodded, smiling at him and he left with the others. I noticed Yugeom was still looking very aloof, so I hurried over to him.
“Yugyeom!” I called out. He stopped and turned around. “Are you Alright?”
“Yeah… I’m happy for you.” He said, avoiding eye contact. He almost left again, but I held his wrist.
“You can tell me if something’s bothering you,” I said. Yugyeom thought for a second but gave in.
He pulled a single pink rose out of his pocket, handing it to me. “It’s not very much, but… I really like you Y/n. I have for a while actually. You don’t have to accept it though. JB hyung loved you a lot longer than I have. I just wanted to let you know.”
“Yugyeom…” I felt somewhat torn. I never knew he felt this way. “You’re really sweet. That’s why I know your dream girl is coming soon. SHe’s just not me.”
He nodded in understanding. “Thanks, Y/n.” I gave him a hug of encouragement and he left.
Although my heart ached for Yugyeom, I knew he’d find the right girl one day. A girl who will feel butterflies when she sees him and blush when he smiles at her. I knew he’d find a girl who loves him the way I love JB. It just takes time.
THE END
Jackson Scenario – Papillon
Happy Birthday @catou1305
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, romance, smut
Summary: Jackson is the guy who becomes friends with everyone within 5 minutes of meeting them, but what if you want more? Will he notice you?
The most annoying thing ever is when people tell me how cute Jackson and I are together. We met a year ago and like every other person he talks to, we became instant best friends. Unfortunately for me, that ment being hurled into the friend zone. I caught feelings for my best friend since day one, but he never reciprocated so I kept it on the down low. Even though I’ll never be with him, I’m not going to lose him over it. No matter what, I still had hope.
Today was the trickiest of days because it was both Mother’s Day and my birthday all rolled into one. Jackson promised me that he’d be around to celebrate with me, but I told him it was no problem if he just wanted to be with his mom. I’m certainly not going to be the one who comes between them on their special day. I just spent time with my other friends, going out, having dinner, and just enjoying ourselves.
In the back of my head, I was thinking of Jackson. A bit too much at that. We’ve had some flirty interactions, but never anything serious. I guess he was just that kind of person. He probably doesn’t even mean anything by it, but it didn’t help that he was texting me constantly asking if he could come by later.
Jackson: I can be there in 20 minutes if you need me
Y/n: It’s fine! We can hang out tomorrow
Jackson: You’re sure?
Y/n: Yes! I promise 🙂
After dinner, I drove home, checked my mail and read my birthday cards while laying on the couch. I smiled while reading all the sweet messages from my friends and family. I heard a knock at the door and got up to see who it was.
“Jackson Wang! I told you to spend time with your mom!” I yelled at him through the peephole
“I did. I swear! She’s perfectly happy and now I get to make you happy too.” His cheeky smile was too much to resist. I opened the door a little to peek my head out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Coming to visit you.”
I opened the door for him and he sauntered past me, plopping down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. For over an hour, we both read out some of the funny cards and watching Tv until I started to wonder why Jackson had to be here with me.
“You look so serious.” He commented.
“It’s just- Never mind.”
“No, tell me.” He held my hand, making my heart race.
“You’re the only person who went completely out of their way just to sit on the couch with me,” I said. “Why today?”
“Because you’re the birthday girl.” He said. My face started to redden, I tried to hide it, but Jackson brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, calming me down. “I feel guilty when I don’t make you smile at least once a day.”
He was such a sweet guy. None of my other friends has ever said that to me, then it all made sense. He wasn’t trying to be my friend, he was being romantic. Still, I found it difficult to look him in the eyes after that. Jackson intertwined our fingers, bringing our hands closer to him. I finally looked up, making full eye contact with him.
“Y/n, I think I’m in love with you.”
My heart sank to my feet. He actually confessed to me! Subconsciously, my eyes went wide in shock, which he saw as a bad sign.
“I know it’s really sudden because we’re friends and everything, but I just can’t let you go another day without knowing how I feel.”
“Jackson, I love you too,” I said.
“What?” His face went blank
“I love you too.” I couldn’t stop myself, I threw myself at him, kissing him passionately. He held my waist, letting me straddle his hips and kissed me back.
My lips moved down to his neck, kissing and nibbling until a small whimper came out of him. I kept my focus on his sweet spot while his hands slowly lifted my top inch by inch. He lifted my top off, looking straight at my breasts being pushed up by my bra. His fingers snaked through the straps, pulling them down my shoulders, dropping both cups of my bra and unhooking the back.
He latched on to my nipple with a throaty moan against the sensitive skin. I held his head, keeping him at the perfect angle, allowing the cries of pleasure to vent from my mouth. He came back up to kiss me again, his tongue forcing its way into my slightly parted lips. He turned me over, onto my back, ridding me of the rest of my clothes.
“You are so beautiful, Y/n.” He massaged my breasts gently, causing me to call out his name and beg him to take me.
He pulled off this top and pants, leaving his underwear for me to rip off of him in the heat of the moment. He lined up at my entrance, pushing into me and moaning my name. My hands wandered down his strong back, feeling each muscle flex.
His deep strokes had me seeing stars. I was completely intoxicated by his scent, his body, and his new found love for me. I went from having my best friend make me smile, to my ferocious lover make me cum. I closed my eyes and screamed for him to give me more while I rode out my high. My toes curled, my back arched and Jackson finished deep inside me.
I held him in my arms when he went limp, his head rested at the base of my neck. I kissed the top of his head, smiling down at him. We both laid there for a moment, slightly in awe of what we just did.
“Wow.” He said, breaking the silence. “That was…”
“A long time coming.” I finished for him.
He chuckled at me, lifting me off the couch and binding my legs around him. He walked us to my bedroom, kissing me repeatedly on the way there. I clung to him while he brought me down on the bed. We covered ourselves in blankets, giving each other a few more kisses.
“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He whispered.
“Hmm~ It is now. Does this mean I’m your Baobei?”
“Of course. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” He said.
I shrugged at him with a smile. “You’re just a social butterfly, that’s all.”
“What’s that in French?” He asked
“Papillon social.”
He smiled to himself and cuddled me in closer. “Goodnight baobei.”
“Goodnight, Papillon.”
THE END
Mark scenario – Peruvian love affair
requested by anon
Genre: fluff, smut, Mark x Noona
Summary: Mark’s nerves begin to get the best of him as soon as you two meet, but he quickly redeems himself once you two get to know each other better.
I can’t believe she said yes. I’ve been in shock for over an hour. She actually said yes to having dinner with me. Especially since I made a complete fool of my self when we first met, I never thought she’d look at me twice.Y/n is so far out of my league, we aren’t even playing the same sport! She’s gorgeous, kind, smart, exotic and just perfect.
To make a long story short, I bumped into her, literally, while trying to get a taxi to take me to my hotel. She must have taken my clumsiness as part of my charm. Luckily, she was staying at the same hotel I was and offered to share a taxi. We had a brief chat on the way there, discussing how I was in Peru for pleasure, She wasn’t just from here, but she was on this side of the country for business.
When our ride came to an end she offered to teach me some more Spanish and show me around the city, at which point I blurted out “Let’s have dinner.” like a lovestruck idiot. To my surprise, she accepted the invitation, gave me her number, and asked me to meet her in the lobby later on this evening.
That was nearly two hours ago and I still couldn’t figure out what to say to her all night. Should I be friendly or romantic? Considering we just met I should probably keep my urges to myself, but what if she throws me in the friend-zone and I end up developing feelings? This girl affected me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
I opened up my suitcase and pulled out a good outfit to wear for dinner. I gave myself a good look in the mirror while I applied a little cologne to my neck and wrists. I haven’t been on many dates because of my busy schedule so this was like jumping into the deep end.
My watch read there were only ten minutes for me to get to the lobby. I laced up my shoes and hurried down the hall. When I got into the elevator, I made a silent prayer that everything would go well. The doors opened, revealing a few people walking around the lobby. I stepped out heading for the reception area, and there she was. She sat on the sofa near the entrance doors, her back slightly arched into the perfect posture. She must have heard my footsteps, because, by the time I was only a few steps away, she lifted her head, tearing her attention away from her phone and looking me in the eye with a smile.
“Hi.” She stood up and placed the strap of her purse over her shoulder.
“Hey. Sorry, were you waiting long?” I asked.
“Oh, no. I came down to get a copy of my room key and decided to just sit a while until you came.”
“Okay. Well, shall we?” I gestured to the doors and went to the lot.
We took my car to the restaurant, she pointed out a few landmarks on the way and even taught me a little Spanish while I drove. Upon our arrival, I parked the car and helped her out of the passenger’s side. I offered my hand and she accepted, stepping out of the vehicle. I closed the door for her, and she sadly let go.
We walked into the restaurant and the host immediately brought us to an empty table. We spent the entire evening talking, switching from Spanish to English, and oddly, the more I listened to her speak, I found myself falling even harder. Even with her being a noona, I was so comfortable in her presence. But I want more. I want her to feel the same amount of passion I have for her.
Leaning back in my chair, I caught a glance at her body language. Legs crossed a little too tightly, suggesting the need for friction, every time I’d look at her, she’d start to blush, which means I must make her heart race. Well, that makes two of us.
“I’m really glad we met, Y/n.” My hand rested on the table, subtly asking for her to hold it.
She looked at my hand, thinking of her next move and smiled. She reached out, placing her hand on mine with a small rub of her thumb. “I am too, Mark.”
Soon enough, we were finished with our meal and ready to go. I opened the car door for her and drove us back to the hotel. After parking in the lot, I helped her out again, offering my hand once more, but this time, things were different. She gripped my hand, not wanting to let go. I closed the door and she laced our fingers together. The tension between us was undeniable.
We stood at the elevator, hand in hand until it came a few seconds later. I let her go in first, trying to keep my gentlemanly ways. All I really wanted to do was lift her into my arms and kiss her with such intensity. She made me want to savor every moment, even if it was standing in silence on an elevator ride.
The doors opened and she turned to me. “This is my floor…” Her words were quiet, yet urging me to make a move.
“¿Te gustaría que te lleve a tu habitación?,” I said. Her smile relieved my nerves, her hand came back to lock with mine and we walked down the hall. I didn’t want to let her go yet. The second she stopped at her door, I felt so defeated.
I got ready for a friendly hug or a lame kiss on the cheek, but nothing happened. Her grip on my hand tightened, she didn’t even reach for her room key, she was waiting for something. She looked into my eyes while she pulled me in a bit closer. Her perfume levitated off of her smooth skin, tickling my nose with a playful sweetness. She had me in the palm of her hand, all I had to do was take the leap.
“Te deseo,” I whispered.
She responded with a tender kiss. I held her waist and pressed her back against the door, hiking her leg on my hip. She grinded onto my bulge, making me want to give into my lustful urges and take her right there, in the hallway.
Before things got too heated, she stood on her own two feet and unlocked the door. Her eyes darkened, her lips formed a smirk as she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside. I kicked the door closed behind us and she jumped into my arms.
“Say something in Spanish again.” She requested.
“Quiero besar todas las partes de tu cuerpo.”
“God, that so hot!” I gently laid her on the bed and she undressed me straight away. I climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while she arched her back to unzip her dress. She slid it right off, exposing her sexy lingerie. I smirked to myself, knowing she was prepared for what was going to happen.
Fulfilling my promise, my kisses trailed down her heaving chest, to her abdomen. Her hands held my head as I made my way down her glorious body, I could live off of the sweet taste of her skin on my lips.
The muscles in her stomach flexed beneath my lips. She raised her hips as soon as my warm breath made contact with her glistening center. I let my tongue slip past my mouth to collect some of her wetness.I pursed my lips, kissing her clit.
“Mark! She cried out, begging for me for more. "Quero mas…”
Her head fell back with a moan as she felt me remove myself from her, only to pull her in closer by her legs, lining our hips together. She held onto my shoulders, preparing herself for what happened only a few seconds later.
I snapped my hips into hers, filling her with every inch of my long cock. Her perfect breasts bounced against my chest, her nails dug into my back and her legs clenched around me. We were both enslaved by desire and lust. Her tightness somehow got tighter. Her moans turned into soft whimpers as she got closer to her release. I couldn’t take the way I was trying to hold back. I had to cum. The feel of her warm walls stretching around my thick cock had my head spinning.
With a few more thrusts we both reached our orgasm. Y/n clung to me, squeezing with all of her might. I kissed her soft lips as I emptied deep inside her and gave another sloppy thrust before pulling out, collapsing next to her. We laid in peace, with only the sound of our breaths coming back to normal.
“Wow,” she said with a sigh. I leaned over to kiss her cheek, but she cupped my face instead, pressing her lips to mine instead. Looking into her longing eyes, I started to have some reoccurring feelings. I can’t just let this be a one-time thing. I want to see her throughout the trip and maybe even after.
She looked at me with a glimmer of worry and asked, “Something wrong?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that I really enjoyed getting to know you tonight. I’m really lucky to have met you the way I did. I just like you a lot”
“Aww. I like you too, Mark.” She held my hand with a smile.
“And-Uh- I wanted to ask if you would be interested in going out with me again if you’re free at all this week?” I asked.
“Like another date?” Her smile remained on her lips, but I felt a bit of a panic coming on.
“Yeah, a-another date,” I said. I took a breath and relaxed for a second before adding “Quero ser tu hombre.” The words fell from my mouth with confidence, which made her smile a little brighter.
“I’d love to.” She said. I kissed her again and we cuddled together sharing a moment for some pillow talk until we drifted off to sleep.
THE END
Take my hand – Mark ending
Previously: “Y/N!!” I looked up to see seven hands reaching toward me. I had to think fast. Who should I choose?
The man with a chainsaw stomped up to us and I screamed bloody murder. Mark pushed him away from me, getting red in the face. I’ve never seen him so angry before. He had a very protective side of him that kind of excited me.
“Alright! We get it. You scared her, now you can stop.” He said.
The man broke character and just walked away. Mark crouched down to help me up, along with the other boys asking if I was okay. I could see the grieve in their eyes while they helped me brush the dirt off my jacket. Mark grabbed my hand and motioned to the exit.
“Let’s get out of here.” He said.
We all walked out into the backyard calmly. I was finally able to collect myself on the thought that it was all over, having a hand to hold certainly helped too.
Jackson took a hold of my free hand, swinging it back and forth playfully. I smiled at him and he got a good look at me. “Feeling better?” He asked in a cutesy voice. I burst into giggles and gave him a little shove. He was always able to make me smile, but despite the happy moment, jealousy still rendered its ugly head. Mark’s hand let go of mine and held my waist instead, pulling me closer to him.
“I’m hungry!” Yugyeom hollered.
“There’s a carnival over there if you want something,” I told him.
JB sighed and agreed to go over to the festivities. While we walked Mark’s hand loosened a little but never left my side. The feeling was odd, but I wasn’t in any position to deny him. He has a very protective instinct that Intrigued me.
We all split up into pairs, which made it obvious that Mark and I were having a bit of a moment. He and I walked past all the booths and rides until we were alone. Mark removed his hand from my waist, probably because Jackson wasn’t around to steal the attention from him. He was overthinking something, though I wasn’t sure what was bothering him.
“Y/n, can I asked something?” He asked.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“Uh… Wow. I thought this over in my head so many times and now I can’t think of what I wanted to say.” He admitted.
“That’s alright, we can just talk about something else and come back to it.” I smiled at him and took his hand. He looked me in the eyes and we slowed down to a halt. “You consider us friends right?” He asked.
“Of course. You’re one of my closest friends. I can tell you anything.”
“Right, but have you ever thought of me as… more than a friend?” I could tell he was choosing his words carefully out of fear of being rejected. He kicked around a small rock while staring at his feet.
“Well. If I’m honest, I have thought about it from time to time. I’ve always found it attractive when you’re shielding me from bad things, even when it’s just a spiderweb or a random guy with a fake chainsaw.” I said with a laugh. My head whipped toward the haunted house when heard that loud scream again, signaling another group to walk through there.
He gave my hand a little squeeze, as he got a little more comfortable with me again. I looked for a quieter place to sit and rest our feet, pulling Mark along with me when I spotted a bench just a few feet away. I leaned back against the hardwood and he mirrored my movements.
“So, do you think the same? That we could be more than friends?” I asked him.
“Yeah. I just…” He trailed off, beginning to doubt himself.
“It’s okay. You can tell me. I know it’s awkward with me being friends with the other boys.”
“Yeah. And in the spirit of honesty. I may have, kinda stole you from them.” He confessed.
“Stole?” He wasn’t making any sense at all. How can he steal me from the other boys?
“JB wanted to ask you out, but then Yugyeom got all possessive, and I guess I did too. In the end, we compromised and decided to just let you choose who you wanted to be with.” He finished with a sigh and I was completely shocked. I had no idea they thought that way about me. It wasn’t just Mark, it was everyone. Of course, when you’re so close to a person, you can develop feelings for them. It’s completely harmless. Unless of course, the feeling is mutual.
“Mark,” I said. He lifted his head up to look at me and I smiled. “Do you believe everything happens for a reason?“
“Sure. I think so.”
“Me too. That’s why I’m sitting with you and not anyone else. You and I have gotten really close and although trusting someone can lead to the thought of actually falling for them even if it’s just a synthetic emotion.” He nodded his head and showed a small look of defeat. “You’re different though. I don’t just trust you because you’re my friend, I trust you because I know you’ll be there. Think about it, you’re terrified of spiders and yet you didn’t hesitate to stop me from walking into a web whether it was real or not.”
“So what does this mean now?” He asked. I could see a tiny smile on the corner of his plump pink lips. Without knowing it, I started to stare at his mouth, but Mark took action and leaned in.
His hand slid onto my leg while I hummed against his lips, savoring his warm kiss. I cupped his soft cheek, tilting my head to one side, deepening the kiss. I could feel the heat of his blushing cheeks on my face and hands. He was so adorable when he got shy, but this time was different. He wasn’t the mysterious and quiet friend that everyone sees. He managed to go from my best friend to my fearless defender, to something so much more.
THE END
Jackson scenario – His promise
Requested by @catou1305
genre: parenthood, fluff
Summary: As your marriage starts to mature, Jackson shows you that he’s ready to have a baby. But there’s only one way to know for sure.
If there was anyone in the world I could choose to father my child, it would be Jackson Wang. He has such a gentle and honest heart. Since the day we got married, he’s been trying to warm me up to having children right away. His little niece Aimee would come over almost every weekend, we ‘have’ to go into the baby section every time we go shopping, and now, he’s trying to get me into bed with him as often as he can.
Throughout our relationship, he’s turned into quite the romantic, and for the past few days, he’s been putting that newly found trait to the test. I would come home and have my favorite flowers waiting for me, or if my work has been especially tiring, he’d offer a hot oil massage to relax me.
Sadly, in the midst off all this, I started to come down with the flu. Or at least I think it is. I was feeling dizzy and nauseous, but I didn’t have a sore throat or a runny nose. I went to the doctor’s office, seeking a professional’s opinion, but he didn’t think it was the flu. I went in for blood tests and was sent on my way. “We’ll call you with the results. It shouldn’t take too long.”
I decided to just go home after my appointment and sleep off the sickness. I was hoping I would be able to dodge Jackson on my way to our room so I wouldn’t get swept up in his love tornado and get showered. Literally.
This time I got home and saw nothing unusual. Jackson was sitting at his normal spot a the dining table.
“Hey, baby,” I said.
“Hey. You left your phone here.” He got up and slowly walked toward me. “The doctor called.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. “What did he say?”
“He left a message, but I’m not sure what it was about.”
I took my phone and called the office. Jackson watched me like a hawk while I waited for the doctor to pick up.
“Hi. This is Y/n Wang. Sorry I missed your call.”
“Ah, yes, Mrs.Wang. Since you visit, we ran some tests to make sure you weren’t coming down with any serious illnesses, but then my nurse reminded me of another condition that mimics your symptoms.” He took a pause and I could hear him flipping through the paperwork. “You’re pregnant.”
The muscles in my hand gave out and I dropped my phone. Jackson caught it mid-air and handed it to me eagerly. I mouthed ‘thank you’ and teared up.
“Are you still there?” The doctor asked.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Well, congratulations! I’ll let you inform your husband. Just call us back tomorrow to set up your next appointment.”
“Thank you so much. Bye.” I hung up the phone and stared into space until a slap of reality knocked my head down from the clouds. I’m pregnant.
“What is it? Are you dying?” He asked. I held his hand and smiled a little.
“I…” It took every part of me to not only say the words out loud but to admit it to myself. “I’m pregnant.”
I was pulled into my husband’s chest and lifted up. I wrapped my arms around him and he spun be around. I felt too safe and secure at that moment.
“This is the greatest moment of my life! My wife is carrying my first born!”
My tiny smile grew into a grin as I was put back down on the floor. Jackson cupped my cheeks and said, “You won’t ever regret this. I’ll be there whenever, where ever. Just say the word.” He wiped away my tears of joy and kissed my dampened cheek. “I promise.”
And he kept that promise in the several months to come.
In the first few months, Jackson had me eating only organic foods and supplements, but with all the cravings, I would have killed to get into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. I wanted to stuff my face with any and all kinds of junk food, but anytime I did, Jackson was there in a second to take it away.
I’ll never forget the day I formed a baby bump. Usually, it would just look like a ate a little too much, but now there was no way to hide. Fans on social media started raving about the newest member of team Wang which made Jackson all the happier.
The real scary part was when I’d lie awake at night, just imagining the pain I was going to be in for in a few short months. I’d even wake up from nightmares about it and have my husband spoon me back to bed. Which became another problem. Because with Jackson being at home all the time. It also ment he was working out at home all the time. I’d be watching TV, minding my business when he’d walk in, pull his top off, and start lifting weights.
“Damn daddy…”
One day while Jackson and I were doing the final touches in the baby’s room, I felt a sharp pain and hunched over. “Oh my god!” I winced at the pain and squeezed his hand. It was happening.
From the moment we got to the hospital, it was like a rush of pain from the baby and support from everyone else. And then in an instant, it all stopped.
I heard a tiny cry and laid back, taking a breath. I turned my head and saw Jackson holding our tiny newborn in his arms. He came closer and gently placed our baby in my arms.
“Hi, my love,” I whispered. By then, the doctor and nurse left the three of us and Jackson scooted onto the bed with me.
“You did so well, Y/n.” He kissed my head and nuzzled into my neck to get a good look at the baby.
I started to feel a little tired, so I handed our little one back to Jackson so I could get some sleep for the first time that day. I turned over onto my side and closed my eyes.
“Hi, baby. I’m your Baba.” I could hear Jackson talking quietly and thought this was worth hearing. “It’s okay if you fall asleep, but I just wanted you to know that I’ve been waiting for you almost all my life. The second I found out that you were created, I wanted to make sure you were as healthy as possible.” I heard a little coo and smiled to myself. Our baby knows Jackson’s voice already.
“When you get a little older you’ll hear about all kinds of fairy tales about how two people fall in love, and that’s true. Your mamma and I love each other so much. She’s given me so much from the moment we started dating, and now we have you. I promise I’ll protect the two of you no matter what.” He finished his little speech with a soft kiss on our baby’s cheek. He got off the bed and put our newborn into the small crib and climbed back in next to me.
I realized that all the hesitation and self-doubt was just foolish. I resisted having children right away because of my own fear of being a mother so soon into marriage. But because of Jackson’s promise, I didn’t have a single regret.
THE END
Take my hand – Youngjae ending
previously: “Y/N!!” I looked up to see seven hands reaching toward me. I had to think fast. Who should I choose?
Youngjae did what the others didn’t and lunged down to lift me up. He guided me out of the house with one hand around my waist. I know it was a bad time, but I started to get butterflies in my stomach.
By the time we got out and caught our breaths, I was still flooded with the thought of Youngjae. I never really thought of him as more than a friend, but when he went against all his fears and stopped to help me, I realized he had a heroic side to him. Like a knight hid behind an adorable best friend.
When we got outside, he took his hand off my waist before anyone noticed. JB did a head count and sighed. “Jackson let go of my hand. we’re fine!”
“Sorry…” Jackson said in slight shame.
I smiled at the two of them and we headed back to the car to go home. I sat down next to Youngjae and he pulled out his phone to check for messages. I melted when I saw his wallpaper image.
“Aww~ Is that Coco?” I asked. “I miss him…”
“Do you wanna visit him? I’m sure he’ll be happy to see a familiar face.” He said. I instantly got excited and accepted his invitation. JB dropped the two of us off and I realized I was about to be completely alone with him. Youngjae and I got out of the car, saying goodbye to the other boys and heading inside.
“Coco-yah~” He walked around the corner and picked up Coco from out of his kennel.
“Awww! Hi Coco! He’s so cute!” Youngjae placed him into my hands and Coco gave me little kisses on my face.
“I should let him outside.” He said, taking him from me. “I can come with. Do you still have that bench swing?”
“Yeah! Let’s go.” We walked out to the backyard and let Coco run free. I sat down on the swing with Youngjae right next to me and felt an urge to try and touch him to see if there was a spark. My palm opened up for him and I waited to see if he’d get the hint.
I watched Yougjae out of the corner of my eye as he looked down at my hand and smiled. He locked our fingers together and I laid my head on his shoulder, watching the stars shine in the sky. It was so strange that this whole night went by so quickly and now with him, it’s all slowing down.
“Y/n, can I be honest with you?” He asked.
“Of course.”
“I really really like you. Normally a haunted house would freak me out but when I saw that you were more scared than I was, all I wanted to do was protect you.”
“Youngjae…” He was so sweet and shy. I felt my heart pound in my chest.
“I know we’re friends, but I’d like to see where this goes.” He was so vulnerable in that moment, like he was putting his entire love life on the line… for me. I never thought his feelings for me were this strong.
I held his hand in mine, giving him a sense of security in what I was about to say. “I’d like that too.”
Youngjae smiled and started to lean towards me for a kiss. I felt so relieved that he shared my feelings and now I’ll finally know what his lips are like on mine. I closed my eyes, awaiting his kiss, but of course, Coco had more pressing matters.
He ran around the yard barking at the two of us and Youngjae pulled away just before our lips touched. I giggled at his annoyed expression and he picked up Coco. “Come on. Time for bed.” He was just like a father with a temperamental child. We walked into the house and Youngjae put Coco in his little, gated area.
He led me to his room and grabbed all the pillows he could find. I took some blankets and we went out into the living room.
“Pillow island or pillow fort?” He asked.
“Fort!”
We pushed the chairs from the dining room into the living room and dropped his sheets over. I scattered the fluffy comforter and pillows all around the interior and Youngjae opened up the front of the fort, just enough to see the TV.
I laid down on the pillows and he came to sit down next to me. He picked up the remote and played a movie for us to watch. I snuggled into his side and he turned over, pulling me into his chest. I smiled to myself for a little while, closing my eyes and just remembering how good it felt being in his arms.
Suddenly I felt a pair of soft, warm lips on mine. I opened my eyes and Youngjae leaned back in shock. “Oh, uh- I thought you were asleep.” I smiled and pulled him back in for another kiss. His hands held my waist hand he kissed me back. It was as if I had reached Nirvana. His kiss was so gentle and chaste. Just like him.
THE END
A/N the last one will be Mark!
Bambam scenario – The little things
requested
genre: fluff
Summary: There are not enough words to describe how much Bambam loves his lucky shirt. It was the shirt he wore when you first met and he never lets it even touch the ground but after a mix up on laundry day, you accidentally wash it wrong and the colors end up staining it. Bambam claims he can never get mad at you, but that theory may have to be tested.
“Oh, God…” I was picking through the laundry and about went into shock when I saw what I had done. I accidentally washed Bambam’s favorite white shirt with the dark clothes. I gazed over the slightly blue tint in the fabric and felt so guilty. He adores this shirt. I’ve only ever seen him wear it the day we met and both of our anniversaries.
We celebrated our second year anniversary two days ago and he wore the shirt out to dinner and must have left it with the other clothes. I snapped into action and hurried to the front door before Bambam saw it. I just needed to get it dry cleaned and everything will work out fine.
I was a few steps away from the door and Bambam swung it open and froze before taking off his shoes. All I could do is stare at him while he looked at what I’d done with his favorite shirt. He took a step forward and picked it up out of my hands. He unfolded it and held it up. Not a single word was spoken until I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“It’s okay. I’m going to get it dry cleaned and they’ll have it back soon.” I tried to extinguish the fire in his eyes, but a small part of me started to think he was faking it. I slowly took the shirt out of his hands and left without another word.
I came back home after consulting the dry cleaners. I opened the front door and took off my jacket and shoes. Bambam was nowhere to be found, so I figured I’d just attempt to talk to him before I get the stain out.
“Babe? I saw your car in the driveway so I know you’re home! The cleaners told he to just use this controlled bleach to lift the stain and wash it on its own.” I shouted down the halls but I never got a reply. There was no point in trying to explain it at this point. The only thing that will make it better is if I just fix the mistake. I soaked the shirt and followed the instructions.
After 30 minutes of washing and an hour-long air dry in the sun it was good as new! I hurried up to the only place Bambam could be and swung open our bedroom door.
“It worked!” I held up the shirt but he just laid across the bed with his arms folded and a pout to his lip. Now I know he’s just being goofy. “Babe. It’s all done. I fixed it!” He turned around with an exaggerated squint to his eyes as if he was doing some form of bad acting and looked at me, then the shirt.
“Look! Still works!” I put it on over my camisole and buttoned it up. “See?” Because he buys his shirts about two sizes too big, it was hanging down past my shorts.
Bambam got up and walked to me with a smile threatening his lips. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me into him. “Maybe you should wear from now on.” He said and kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and smiled into the kiss. “So you’re not mad?”
“Of course not. This shirt isn’t the best thing that happened the day we met. It’s just a little detail of the big picture.”
THE END
Yugyeom drabble – tall & “small”
requested
genre: fluff
“Again?” I said to myself. I reached up to grab my favorite coffee mug.
“Need help, babe?"Yugyeom said teasingly. I grabbed it without a struggle and went about my business, giving him a little stink eye. Yugyeom smiled at me and grabbed the coffee pot before I could get to it.
"Don’t you dare…” I warned almost giving him a smile. He placed it on the top shelf and took a step back. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
He shrugged at me and watched me get up, on my toes. His hands snaked around my hips and lift me up. “Yugy~~ I don’t need help!” I grabbed the coffee pot and he let me back down. I filled my mug, but he was still holding my hips gently. “You can let go now.”
“But you’re small.” He kissed the top of my head and nuzzled into my neck. I wiggled out of his arms and went back into the cupboard to get his mug. I bent down and put it on the lower shelf behind the pots and pans with ease, but I knew he would have to get on his hands and knees to get it.
“See how that feels?” I said with a smirk. I walked away to let him struggle a bit. I had to admit though… It was a pretty nice view from behind 😉
Take my hand – Jackson ending
Previously: “Y/N!!” I looked up to see seven hands reaching toward me. I had to think fast. Who should I choose?
Genre: fluff
I thought to my self for a second, the stomping got closer and closer until I looked straight at Jackson and reached for him. He took my hand and pulled me into his arms. The whole world could have come crashing down and I would still feel safe. He wrapped my legs around his hips and the seven boys made a break for it.
Once we reached the exit and into the fresh air I let myself down and thanked Jackson. But he was still extremely concerned and looked around my body for any injuries.
“Are you sure you’re okay? did you hit your head?” I nodded in his frantic line of questioning and he calmed down. He held my hand and walked me to the car.
“Wait,” I said not wanting to leave so soon. The boys looked at me with confusion and I continued. “Why do we have to leave? There is a whole haunted fair to check out.” I said. I secretly wanted to talk to Jackson. People don’t give him enough credit for how selfless he is and he’s been my biggest crush in got7 and even the world.
The boys walked to the park while Jackson and I waited a few seconds before heading in the same direction. Before I knew it the others were out of sight and Jackson grabbed my hand. I smiled down at the ground and he swung our arms back and forth playfully.
“So… You still got it for me, huh?” He asked. I looked at him with wide eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
“I figured you had the same feelings for a while but didn’t say anything like me.” My cheeks started to get warm. Did he feel the same?
“You liked me too?” I asked. He stopped in his tracks and faced me. His thumb rubbed my hand slowly as he smiled.
“I still do.” He said sweetly. I smiled back at him and we walked through the entrance of the fair.
Naturally, Jackson pulled me straight into the game booths. He handed over a dollar and picked up three tennis balls. I stood back and he threw them at the pyramid of gargoyles, trying to knock them over. I grinned when he managed to knock over each one and won a huge ghost emoji plushie.
“Wow, I love it!” Jackson held my waist and we walked around a bit more and talked for a while until we heard a small voice in the crowd.
“Dad! Mommy?!” I turned to see a little boy wandering on his own. He was clearly separated from his parents and I looked at Jackson. He walked right up to him and crouched down.
“Did you lose your parents?” He asked. The boy nodded on the verge of tears and my heart sank. The last thing a little kid needs is to be lost in a ‘haunted’ fair. “When did you last see her?”
“We were at the pumpkin patch and then we went in the fun house and then they were gone.” He explained. Jackson and I took each of his hands and we walked back toward the children’s area. We stopped outside the fun house and asked if anyone has seen two adults looking for their son, but no one did until we locked eyes with a woman in distress who was talking to one of the employee’s
“There she is! Mom!” The boy broke away and ran to his mother. I sighed in relief and his dad looked at Jackson and I and thanked us for finding him.
Jackson turned to me and we went back to talking. “That was exciting."He said. I laughed at his comment and held his hand. We approached the small pond filled with dry ice, making it look spooky. We sat on the bench next to the water and I rested my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me and pulled me into his side, making me smile.
"I’m glad you and the boys invited me out. It was really nice.”
“Yeah. Plus you and I got our first date out of it.” His words made me blush. I cupped my cheeks and smiled. I put my hands back down and held the plushie.
“First of many?” I asked.
“Of course.”
THE END
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