#got7 drabbles

Pairing: Jealous!GOT7 x Reader

Genre: fluff…maybe a little angst, them being big babies, possessive behavior

Warning(s): none, they are a warning in and of themselves

제이비┃JAY B

Jaebum gets jealous more often than he'd like to admit. He trusts you and he knows how much you love him, but he gets very angry very quickly. Seeing someone capture your attention, someone trying to sway you, gets him hot in the face. He settles for leveling the person with a very bored deadpan as he approaches, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you away. Doesn't bother to address them, simply pulls you into him and carries on with his day. After the anger subsides, the shame takes over. He's stuck staring at the ground, mouth curled in a pout before you cup his face and litter him in affection. He doesn't like feeling insecure, to feel like he's doubting you but he can't help it. It's all made better with some warm words and loving kisses.

마크┃MARK TUAN

Mark is not a jealous man. He's confident in himself and your relationship, but he has his moments. He tries his best to keep his jealousy hidden as it's not an emotion he wishes to revel in. If someone approaches you and you seem to enjoy the conversation, he simply hovers behind you and stares. If you seem uncomfortable, however, he's approaching you both. He rests a hand at the small of your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and calmly ending the conversation. You can always tell when he's upset. His voice gets tighter, sharper, and he's more affectionate following the interaction.

잭슨왕┃JACKSON WANG

He is incredibly protective. He hates the idea of people seeing you. Anything longer than a glance leaves an unsavory taste in his mouth. So when someone actually tries to talk to you it has him on edge. He's moving closer to your side, unabashedly curling around your waist and nuzzling at your neck, hovering over your shoulder. If you don't seem bothered by them, he stops at attempting to mentally burn a whole through their skull. If they actually try and touch you though or start making you uncomfortable, he's not afraid to hurt them—feels it's more than justified—no matter where you are. He gets very needy once you’re back home, draping himself over your lap and pushing his face into your hands. Makes you tell him how much you love him and refuses to move for an hour.

진영┃PARK JINYOUNG

He has a nonexistent tolerance for jealousy, it's always very clear when he gets jealous and quickly boils to the surface. He's not loud, never wants to scare you, and tries not to make a scene. He locks eyes with them over your shoulder, dark and daunting, and makes his intentions very clear. Fuck off. If they're persistent, he wraps a heavy arm around your waist and tugs your back against his chest or hovers over your shoulder and glares. Once they're gone, he gets softer. Subtly touches you: slipping his hand into yours and sitting close enough that your thighs brush.

영재┃CHOI YOUNGJAE

Sweet Youngjae doesn’t really get jealous. He trusts you and almost everyone around him, he understands that the feeling is irrational, you love him and he loves you. If anyone was ever successful in getting him to that point, he would hate the feeling and tries his best to work through it without you noticing. If the person is making you obviously uncomfortable, however, he tries to end the interaction as quickly as possible, firmly introduces himself as your boyfriend. He’ll hide his anger behind a sunny expression, pulling you away from them. His easy smile and soft affection is back the moment you're both alone.

뱀뱀┃BAMBAM

He gets jealous pretty easily, no matter if it's a stranger off the street or a friend you've known for years. Like, he would be unable to hide the fact. He’s very transparent, may get confrontational, and you can just always tell whenever he gets jealous. His smile gets a little darker, jaw clenched tightly and his eyes flashing. He always waits until he feels like a line has been crossed. If they reach a hand to touch you or say something that has you recoiling, he slides his hands over your hips, nosing at your cheek, mumbling a quiet, "you okay, baby?" And takes a little too much pride in the look on the person's face when they shuffle away.

유겸┃KIM YUGYEOM

Gyeomie doesn't usually get jealous easily, mostly because he's too enamored with staring at you to notice anyone else looking, so they have to be pretty shameless for him to notice. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, even if it's only a little, so the moment he does notice, he's removing you from the situation. He has no shame about it either, doesn't even try to hide his intentions when he walks over. He will pick you up and carry you off without so much as a word. He gets really clingy afterwards, whining about you not paying enough attention to him and pressing himself against you, curling over your shoulders.

Pairing: bf!Jackson x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Suggestive Rating: M Summary: Jackson fell asleep when he planned to surprise you. Word Count: 0.7k, Request Warnings: dry-humping

After a grueling day at work, all you wanted to do once you got home was shower and get in bed. The never-ending stream of conference calls and meetings punctuated with answering emails left you drained mentally and physically. However, when you opened the front door and spotted a familiar pair of sneakers sitting on the shoe rack, you were immediately invigorated.

Jackson was home!

I rarely pray but I just pray that you’re well | 385 | 🏷️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — soft, cute ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re hanging out with some friends and since the night started, a girl you don’t know is talking too much with your boyfriend. At first, you didn’t mind because it seemed like a normal conversation until you notice her intentions.

“So, you’re single, right?” She assumes, getting closer to him as he tries to tell her no but you just interrupt the conversation.

“He’s actually my husband” You say, holding his hand and smiling nicely to her.

Luckily, the girl apologized immediately and decides to leave you two. You sigh without seeing the smile on Jaebeom’s face.

“You call me husband and you’re jealous too? You’re sexy, honey” He says, kissing your lips and trying to control himself because you’re in public.

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

mark as a math teacher -> • seems like a pushover but there was An Incident where a student made him mad enough it resulted in 3 expulsions, 8 suspensions, and a school-wide fear of him • assigns students that hate each other as seatmates so he can enjoy the drama • is a class favourite bc he doesn't yell at people for sleeping or eating during class

jaebeom as a literature teacher -> • comes into class with a mug full of coffee and spills some on students once a week • encourages students to form their own opinion and perspective on the books being taught • his assigned essays have no fixed length or format. go wild

jackson as a p.e. teacher -> • everyone's biggest cheerleader • flags down people randomly and gives life advice • is besties with the students and knows all the tea

jinyoung as a history teacher -> • teaches history as if he has a personal beef with every historical figure • if students annoy him too much, then they have to prepare themselves to be publicly humiliated. he will say something like, "history repeats itself, like how tony keeps picking his nose." • makes sure students understand the whys behind history and not just memorise it

youngjae as a music teacher -> • is the unofficial dictator of the whole school • the director of the annual school play and every year he rubs it in the face of other schools' drama teachers that his plays are the best in the whole district • everyone has a silent competition on who can make him laugh the loudest

bambam as a chemistry teacher -> • the school had to change their manual for lab safety bc of him • is a big fan of the application part of chemistry. every year he tries to find out how many times he can make things go boom 💥 • dresses like paris fashion week is his official dress code

yugyeom as a substitute teacher -> • gets pushed around by freshman • whenever he takes a class, the students cheer like it's a national holiday • is the director of the school performance team and the marching band and he runs both like a military boot camp

𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗! ╰╮﹕ These fics DO NOT belong to me. These are just beautiful works that I have/am reading. NOTE: please be aware of any warnings by the authors before reading. I do read 18+ so minors, DNI!

f - fluff, m - mature, s - smut, a - angst

Jay B…!

Love is Banned | jay b by @yoonia m

Mark Tuan…!

Jackson Wang…!

ain't no party like a jackson wang party by @pixie-felix s

After Hours - Jackson Wang x reader by @jqtsblyth s

Make up sex-car by @saturnestar s

Winter's Embrace by @anyamaris s, a Park Jinyoung…!

jealousy, jealousy (park jinyoung) by @suhnflowerstay f, s

Detention Demonstration Park Jinyoung x Male Reader by @star-suh s

Choi Youngjae…!

BamBam…!

30 minute love affair - bambam by @fictionxfact f, a

Kim Yugyeom…!

destiny rules - k.yugyeom by @fictionxfact f, a

OT7…!

When They Are Jealous by @shineepoet f, a

Got7 Reaction to You Getting Into a Fight by @shineepoet

free fall (03) ◯○ garden kisses by @consume-cs f

🐍 “SHE GOT A GRIP LIKE A PYTHON” by @smokebombsandspotlights

Series…!

Friends, Just for Now | Jackson Wang (Part 1 & 2) by @tangerineastronaut f, s

The Magic Man by @aurumwarden m, s, a (just wanna say that this fic literally be having me on the edge of my toilet seat)

Dancing By Myself by ahgaserenaissance f, s, a

A love that was never hers to begin with. A man chasing ghosts, drowning in heartbreaks of his own making. But when she finally forces him to face the truth he’s been running from, she never expects the twist that will shatter them both.

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You hadn’t been to a yoga class in ages, and everyone could tell. Or at least that’s what you spun around in your head. Did they hear my bones crack? Why is everybody bent like a pretzel? Fuck, I need to get back in shape.

Not that you could focus on your physical agony for long. Your phone buzzed again and again beside you. Jackson. Your friend chuckled, noticing. “Who the hell is blowing up your phone like this?”

You turned to her, the corners of your lips lifting before you could stop them. “It’s a notification from Instagram. Jackson posted something.” Her eyes rolled so hard you thought they might get stuck. “You have notifications for his stories? Fuck, Y/N, you’re down bad.”

“I’m not.” You fumbled with your mat, suddenly desperate to transition into a downward dog. “Oh please. You are so far gone for your ‘best friend’ you don’t even notice anybody else.” “Anyone else? Like who?”

She huffed, tilting her head toward the other side of the room. “Like that guy over there. The one built like a Greek god who’s been staring at you through his dark hair for the past ten minutes, mumbling about what a stunner you are.”

You blinked. You really hadn’t noticed. You wouldn’t admit it, but she was right—you were utterly, helplessly in love with your best friend. And she hated it.

“I don’t get it, Y/N,” she sighed, pressing her palms together like she was about to start praying for your sanity. “Jackson is a hopeless case. You deserve better.”

Ouch. That stung. But you couldn’t blame her. You understood where she was coming from.

To the public, Jackson was that guy—the effortlessly charismatic, untouchable star, rich and good-looking but burdened. To your friend, Jackson was a disaster—a man with a self-destructive taste in women, always managing to date one walking red flag after another. But to you? He was more than that.

Where others saw bravado, you saw the mask. Where they saw his success, you saw the sleepless nights, the hollow-eyed exhaustion. Where they thought he was full of love, you saw the truth. The avoidant one. The one who didn’t believe in love for himself.

You knew you should give him up. Let go of this idea that he might wake up one day and see you the way you saw him. But you weren’t ready. Not when he still needed you.

The notification still glowed on your screen. You clicked. Various bottles of Hennessy.

Shit.

Without a second thought, you were up, leaving your yoga mat abandoned on the floor.

“Jackson, open up.” You pounded on his door, your voice sharp and urgent. Nothing.

“Jackson!” Your fists hit the wood harder, panic threading through your veins. “For fuck’s sake, open the—”

The door creaked open.

Jackson stood before you, disheveled. Bloodshot eyes, messy hair, his fingers locked around a nearly empty bottle like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, raw from either shouting or sobbing—maybe both. You stepped inside without waiting for permission. The apartment was a graveyard of empty bottles and discarded takeout containers. The air was thick with alcohol, stale and suffocating. Your heart squeezed.

“Shit, how much have you been drinking?” He sank onto the couch, rolling the bottle between his palms. “I don’t know. All of it?” A hollow chuckle. A ghost of the Jackson everyone else saw—the one who made heartbreak look effortless.

But here, now, he wasn’t effortless. He was unraveling. “What happened?” you asked, voice soft as you sat beside him. He closed his eyes, massaging his temples. His cheekbones looked sharper, his body even thinner. The weight of something unseen had been carving him out for a while.

“I was looking for a chat on my socials,” he admitted, shame curling in his words. “Scrolling through old messages, looking for... I don’t know. And then I saw—” He stopped himself, his throat bobbing. “I saw our last conversation.”

“Whose?”

“My ex.”

You should’ve been used to the stab in your gut by now. Should’ve built an armor against it. But the pain still came. “What did you see?”

“She unfollowed me,” he murmured. “Blocked me out of her followers too. Like I don’t exist.” He exhaled, taking another sip, not even flinching at the burn. “I can’t stop thinking about her. There’s this weight on my chest, and I—I just want her back.”

His eyes found yours, searching for something. “Do you think I’m pathetic?”

Your heart cracked wide open. You took his free hand, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into his skin. “No, Jackson. You’re just hurt.” He scoffed. “Yeah, hurt by her.”

“No.”

He frowned, his hazel eyes narrowing. “No?” You shifted, steadying yourself. You had sat here too many times, watching him drown himself in the ghosts of women who never stayed. But this time, you couldn’t just comfort him.

This time, you had to break him open.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but it’s not about her. It’s about you.” He pulled his hand away hastily. “You’re saying this is my fault?” You swallowed. “I’m saying… this is deeper than her. You’re not obsessing over her. You’re obsessing over what you think her rejection says about you.”

His jaw tensed. He took a slow sip. “That’s a broad stretch, don’t you think?” You didn’t let up. “I think,” you said, voice steady, “this isn’t about wanting her back. It’s about the fear that no one else ever will.”

Something in him stilled. You had caught it. The beast. The thing gnawing at him from the inside. “That’s not true.” But his voice wavered.

You reached for his wrist, holding him in place. “Jackson, you keep looping the same obsession, the same heartbreak. Why isn’t she choosing me? Why doesn’t she want me? What did I do wrong? But it’s not about her. It’s about you, running from something bigger. You think if you just crack the code—if you want her enough, if you make her see you—then maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally feel like someone worth loving.”

His breath caught. You had touched a nerve, something deep, something festering beneath the surface. His fingers clenched around the bottle, whitening at the knuckles, but he didn’t drink.

Instead, he stared at you. Silent. Still.

Suddenly, the room felt too small, like the air had thickened, pressing against both of you. You saw the war behind his eyes—the instinct to laugh it off, to deny, to run. But there was nowhere to go. Not this time.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t go down. “You’re wrong,” he finally muttered, but it was weak. You shook your head. “Am I?”

Jackson’s jaw clenched. He pushed up from the couch, stumbling as he stood, swaying slightly. His hands found his hair, fingers threading through the mess of strands, tugging at his own scalp like he could pull the thoughts out of his head.

“This is bullshit,” he mumbled, pacing. His breath came faster now, ragged, his ribs rising and falling beneath his shirt. Your pulse pounded. You had seen Jackson break before—but never like this.

“Jackson,” you said softly, cautiously, as if trying not to startle a wounded animal. But it was too late. “I don’t want to fucking hear this right now,” he snapped, turning on you, eyes flashing.

Raw. Ruined. Terrified.

Your body tensed, but you didn’t back down. “You need to.” “No.” He let out a sharp, bitter laugh, but it cracked halfway through. “You think you know me? You think you’ve figured me out, huh?” “I think you’ve been running from this for years.” “Running from what?” he demanded, arms flung wide. “What the fuck am I running from?”

You stood now, stepping toward him, forcing him to face it. “From feeling like you’re never enough. From believing that if someone leaves, it must mean something about you. From thinking you have to fight for love, like you don’t deserve it just by existing.”

His breath caught again, but this time, it broke him. His body sagged, knees nearly buckling. His hands trembled as he dropped the bottle—it clattered, rolling across the hardwood. His whole chest caved inward, as if something deep inside had finally collapsed under its own weight.

And then, it happened. The dam burst.

A choked sound escaped his throat—somewhere between a gasp and a sob. His face crumpled, eyes squeezed shut, as if that could stop it. It couldn’t. One step. Two. You closed the space between you, reaching for him just as his body gave out.

Jackson collapsed into you, fists clutching the back of your shirt, burying his face into your shoulder. He shook—silent, violent, uncontrollable tremors—as his breath came in broken, gasping stutters. And then the sobs tore out of him.

Ugly. Guttural. Endless.

You held him through it. Every wrecked inhale. Every sharp, helpless exhale. His fingers gripped you tighter, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His whole frame shook, his breath warm and damp against your skin. He had never let himself break like this. Not in front of anyone.

And maybe that was the scariest part.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Finally, his breathing slowed, though his body was still heavy against yours. His forehead rested against your collarbone, his hands still clinging to your back. You could feel his heartbeat—fast, frantic, fading.

You pressed your cheek against his hair, whispering, “You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” Jackson let out a shuddering breath, barely audible.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he admitted, voice cracked and wrecked. “I don’t know how to stop chasing people who don’t love me back.”

His words hit you like a freight train. Because he didn’t just mean his ex.

He meant you.