#got7angst

this is a masterlist of oneshots, their plots being based off of a single word. i will not take requests for this series. 

using a random picker wheel lol. so, some may be repeated idols. 

| ᴇᴄᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇꜱɪᴀꜱᴛ | 

| ᴘʜɪʟᴏᴄᴀʟʏ | 

| ʜɪᴡᴀɢᴀ | 

| ʀᴇᴅᴀᴍᴀɴᴄʏ | 

| ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ |

| ᴀʟᴇxɪᴛʜʏᴍɪᴀ | 

| ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀɴᴛʜɪɴᴇ | 

| ᴘʜɪʟᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ | 

| ᴘᴀʀᴀᴘʀᴏꜱᴇxɪᴀ | 

| ᴡʜᴇʟᴠᴇ | 

| ᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ | 

| ᴅᴇᴘᴀʏꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | 

| ꜱᴄɪᴀᴍᴀᴄʜʏ |

LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist

Jimin’s POV

I watched carefully as Jin-hyung pushed aside his bowl, barely touching a quarter of it as he left to go practice more. Hoseok-hyung shook his head in dismay, taking a look at the almost untouched lunchbox.

“It’s been a week, hyung” said Jungkook, turning to Namjoon with a troubled look on his face.

We stayed quiet knowing the reason why he hasn’t been eating all week. Yoongi and Hoseok had shared to us what happened in the hospital. Jin-hyung himself surprisingly told us too about the things that happened once he got home with Y/N. Although she didn’t leave him physically, the way he described their conversation and the noticeable sadness in his eyes made it clear--he lost her.

Request : I'd like to request a scenario with Mark where he meets by chance his young love? and make it smut if possible? 

Genre : Smut & Angst

Length : 4 818 words

Warning : Contains love/hate sex, rough sex and strong language.

Description : After a hard break with Mark and 4 years of absence you finally come back to your old town. What will happen then...?

A lot of memories came back to you instantly as you walked through the door of your childhood house. You hoped to see your parents again, sitting on the sofa, arms in each other's arms, but the harsh reality had hit you so hard when you realized the coldness of the place. Your parents weren’t here anymore, living separately from each other now, and you had to take care of selling that house which was once yours. You never imagined that being a real estate agent one day you would sell your parent’s house the day they would divorce.

You walked around the house, each room reminding you a part of your past. As you entered your teenage room you realized that nothing had changed. Your parents didn’t touch anything since the time you had argued with Mark and left to move in town. The lamp you had thrown that day was still on the floor, pieces of glass scattered around it. You remember rushing to get some suitcases and taking your most important stuffs, not wishing to stay here any longer. Mark behind you begged you to stay, melting into apologies but you weren’t listening, just acting like the stubborn teenage girl you were. Even though your decision turned out to be the right one in the end, you were able to do the studies you had dreamed of and find a job that suits you perfectly.

But still you couldn’t help but wonder what Mark had become during these four long years. When you were together he was the kind of person to live from day to day, never thinking about the future.

“Y/N? Are you upstairs?” you heard the voice of your colleague calling you from downstairs.

“Yes, I’m coming” you said as you were going down the stairs quickly, not wanting him to discover this part of your youth. He looked at the living-room with a curious eye, his hands in the pockets of his suit.

“Your parents were really serious when they said they had almost nothing to bring back, why? Don’t they want to keep the sofa, or even the TV?” he looked at the almost never used TV and then looked at you.

“Well, they had quite a hard fight and they don’t want to retrieve objects belonging to the past” you walked around the sofa to gather the glass fragments that were on the floor, beside some family pictures that had been broken in an excess of violence “at least that’s what my mom told me but they both asked me to pick up some of the furniture.”

He nodded “I see, but the house will still be sell as furnished right?”

“It will Jackson, don’t worry. You can go now you know? I think I’ll stay a little more to take a look of what I will have to do during the next days.”

“Fine, I’ll wait at the hotel then but don’t stay too late okay?”

You nodded and he got out of the house, leaving you alone in this big house full of memories. You got up from your position and took off your jacket, throwing it on the dusty sofa. Heading towards the kitchen you took a few garbage bags and started picking up the pieces of glass and broken frames. You took one of the boxes you brought and put the photos in it as well as the books that were thrown to the ground. So you started putting the books on the shelf, in the boxes and the time began to pass by quickly as you were packing up.

You didn’t check the time until you heard someone knocking at the door, it had already been two hours you were here and the night had started falling outside. You got up, wondering who could come here and you saw a face that wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

“What a surprise” you exclaimed “Dorine Tuan!”

“Oh my god, Y/N! It’s so good to see you again” she took you in a warm embrace. You invited her to come in and she did it without hesitation. You didn’t expect to see the mother of your ex boyfriend but especially the one that used to be your baby-sitter you when you were little.

“So how did you know I was here?” you asked, curiously.

“Your car” she smiled and sat down “actually I thought it could be your mom but it’s even better to see you again. You became such a pretty woman.”

She was almost looking at you in admiration and you sat down, next to her “thank you, it actually feels good to see familiar faces.”

“I see you started packing” she looked around “it will feel weird to not have your parents around anymore.”

“I guess you’re right” you sighted and looked at the time a second time, finally realizing that Jackson was probably waiting for you at the hotel. You took your phone out of your bag and saw the battery had died. “I think I should go now, I’m at the hotel with a friend and he’s probably waiting for me.”

“Of course sweetie” you both got up and you pulled on your jacket, taking your car’s key “how long will you stay? I can still see you right?”

“Actually yes, I planned to stay a couple days so I can pack on everything” you got in your car and lifted down the window.

“Good then, I’ll come tomorrow” she kissed your cheek and you waved goodbye as you drove away, well, at least tried to.

Your car first made a weird sound as you were turning the key over and over “come on, don’t let me down now stupid car.” You didn’t stop trying until you saw a thick black smoke escaping from the hood of the car. When you got out of the car, Dorine was walking back to you, probably because she had seen you struggling.

“Seems like you need help” she said a smile of sympathy on her face.

“Seems so yeah” you sighed while going out of your car “can I borrow your phone?”

“There won’t be that much persons working at this hour, let me call my son” she took her cell phone out of her pocket and made you a sign to follow her home, in the house in front of yours. As she was talking to the phone you had so much questions going through your mind, why was she calling Mark?

She opened the door of her house and you were surprised that nothing had changed here. The stain on the white leather couch on which Mark had bled after a fight was still here. As well as the one on the carpet near the chimney, only God knew what you used to do on this couch when his parents weren’t here. You had as many memories in this house as in yours and you felt a little pinch in your heart as Raymond Tuan stepped forwards you, arms wide open.

“Y/N it's great to see you again, you're beautiful” he said caressing your back gently as Dorine looked at you, a broad smile stuck to her face. You had always considered them like a second family and seeing that nothing had changed gave you the feeling of going back four years earlier.

“It’s great to see you too, I see nothing has changed here.”

“You’re right” Dorine said “by the way, Mark will be here in a couple of minutes, you’ll leave soon don’t worry.”

You couldn’t help but ask the question that burned your lips “why Mark?” your question probably sounded a little rude but he was actually the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Our Mark works in a garage, at Franck's remember?” you nodded, remembering the only garage that was present in this town “He is a mechanic there.”

“Oh I see” you said, wandering in your thoughts “can I borrow the bathroom quickly?”

“Of course it’s upstairs-”

“Besides Mark’s room, I remember” you smiled and went upstairs. You weren’t really surprised to see that the horrible pink wallpaper was still there, as well as the huge mirror at the end of the corridor. You knew what was behind all the doors in this corridor and the one where Mark’s name was written on it was tempting you. Hand on the doorknob you entered the room where a lot of your teen memories were still trapped inside. You weren’t surprised to see that nothing had changed here either, it was still the room of the teenage basketball fan. What surprised you the most is that there was still this place on his wall above his bed where he hanged all of the Polaroid you both took together.

Seeing all of those pictures made you feel nostalgic, you thought he could have probably thrown them away, just like you did. But he didn’t, he even kept the frame near his bed where there was a picture of you two at the beach, hugging each other.

“Y/N sweetie, Mark is here” you heard from downstairs. You quickly got out of the room, not wanting anyone to see you and went to the living-room. Immediately your gaze landed on Mark, god he was handsome. He had always been good looking, sometimes making girls in your school jealous because he only had eyes for you. As you were coming down the stairs he turned to you, revealing his face. Your breath was stuck in your throat while you saw him smile, looking at you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while” he said approaching you, ready to take you in his arms. You put your hand on his chest to prevent him from hugging you, being too uncomfortable to do it after all these years and especially after your hard break. The atmosphere was now awkward and Mark lost his smile, making you regret your movement.

“Hum let me show you my car” you finally said, breaking the silence. He follows you outside and you open your car so he can take a look. He looks very professional in the way he acts and it's strange to see him as serious and focused. You only notice now by looking at him that he’s wearing an overall and it’s making him even sexier. When he lifts his head you look away, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Okay so, I think we got a problem here” he says, wiping his hands with a greasy towel while you look at him again. His eyes pierce you and you cross your arms to avoid showing any signs of nervousness.

“Which is?” you ask, clearly irritated.

He contracts his jaw because of the way you talked but doesn’t say anything “we need to change some of the car parts and unfortunately I don’t have them here, everything is at the garage.”

You sighed, even more frustrated than before “and can’t you go find them? I really need to go.”

“Why? A boyfriend is waiting for you?” he asked in an arrogant tone, a little smirk on his face.

“No, no boyfriend and even if I had one it’s not your business anymore” you turned around, quite upset now and were heading towards your house, taking the keys from your bag.

“So what, you’re just leaving? I see you still like to run away.”

This sentence echoed in your head and you turned around so quickly that you came in front of him in just two steps “you know what Mark? Fuck you! I left that day because of you!” you were almost screaming “you cheated on me! In front of my eyes you jerk! So yes I ran away and I’ll do it until I don’t have to see your face anymore” you finished almost breathless that everything came out so suddenly. Mark’s mouth was wide open and he seemed to be confused.

“I cheated on you? How could have I done that! I loved you since we were four” he said and your heart skipped a beat.

“Look, now is not the time” you sighed “I really need my car” and as you said that a downpour suddenly fell, soaking you up to the bone. Being closer to the door of your house you rushed to enter it, inserting the key in the lock. Mark followed you immediately and you both found yourself in the living room immersed in darkness. Only the sound of drops falling on the floor echoed, making the atmosphere heavy. You took off your jacket and you felt Mark looking at you intensely.

“You- you should take off your clothes or you’ll catch a cold” you said, suddenly losing all your assurance. He started lifting up is shirt but you stopped him, putting your hands on his “go to the bathroom, I’ll try to get you dry clothes.”

“It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked” he came closer to you, his menthol breath crushing against your face.

“Just go upstairs, for the love of god” you sighed and he laughed while going upstairs. You went to your parent’s bedroom, hoping that your dad had left some of his clothes. Searching in the wardrobe you were actually surprised to see that there were quite a lot of clothes left. You took a simple black t-shirt with a pair of basketball shorts and went upstairs to leave them in front of the bathroom door. You knocked on it “I’ll leave the outfits in front of the door” you said and walked back when you heard the door opening. You turned back to see Mark only wearing his boxer shorts. Your gaze wandered all along his body, not missing a single part and you had to say, he got really muscular with the time.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, that arrogant smile glued on his face. Obviously it wasn’t possible for him not to be arrogant for more than two minutes.

“Nothing” you said and quickly turned back to change yourself in your old room. Having left your suitcase in the car, you were forced to also take clothes from your dad’s wardrobe since your mom didn’t left any clothe. You removed your soaked clothes and seeing that your bra was also ruined by the rain you removed it and put on the large hoodie you had found. Suddenly you heard the door behind you being opened and you thanked God for having had time to dress before this idiot came to violate your privacy.

You heard him laugh “your room didn’t changed a bit” he walked around the room a little before he noticed something “oh look! Even the lamp you threw at me that day is still here. So authentic” you rolled your eyes at his comments and got out of the room, the fact of the two of you being in this room again reminded you too many memories. You went to the living-room downstairs and tried turning on the lights but the fate seemed to be ruthlessness with you because the light remained off, leaving you in the darkness.

“I love cliché situations” said Mark besides you, making you sighed “are we going to make love next? Next to the chimney maybe?” when you felt his breath coming closer to your ear you quickly pulled back.

“First of all, I’ll never have sex with you ever again, you cheater and secondly we don’t even have a chimney.”

“Oh you’re right, the chimney is at my house” he smiled and sat on the sofa, looking at you “but I still don’t know why you’re calling me a cheater, I already told you I would never do that” even after four years he was still playing innocent and that was pissing you off.

“As if” you sat next to him, looking at the black screen of the television “you know, I still remember the party we had at Jaebum’s house, is he still your best friend by the way?” you curiously asked.

“Yeah, he’s working at Franck’s with me. But seriously Y/N, I don’t get why you’re talking about that party? Did something happen there?”

“Listen Mark, you don’t have to play innocent anymore okay? I am a grown woman” you rubbed your hands together to warm them up “I saw you with Jenny that day.”

He looked lost “you saw me? What did you saw exactly?”

“You entered your room, both holding each other’s hand. Don’t you remember? I even heard you” shivers of disgust traveled down your spine as you were reminding what you felt when you saw this. A feeling of betrayal and a broken heart.

“I never went to my room with her! It was Jaebum! They had sex together that night and I said he could take my room!” Mark said as he got up from the sofa, raising his voice.

“Don’t you raise that voice! And if it was Jaebum why was he wearing your basketball jacket?” you rose up your tone as well, not wanting to prove him right.

His hand ran over his face before facing you, bending to be at the height of your face “did you even looked at the name on it? He was also on the team!” that time he started yelling at you and you felt like the time had stopped around you. You were confused, did you really left him and this town just because of a misunderstanding? You could hear your heartbeat echoed in your ears as Mark kept screaming at you.

“See? You’ve always had been like that! You take conclusions too quickly without even trying to understand!” you got up to face him “you fuck me up!”

“Stop fucking screaming! What is done, is done” you started leaving but he held you by the arm, turning you back.

“You’re not going to leave like that before you’re being fucked” you felt a bunch of chills running through your body as he pushed you against the wall, crushing is lips into yours. You gasped at his violence as the kiss seemed to deepened while the tension between the two of you intensified. You pressed your hands on his chest to try to push him back but he tightened the grip he had on your hips, squeezing his fingers in it. You hissed at the sting and he finally broke down the kiss.

“Who gave you the permission to kiss me? Stupid jerk” you gave him a few hits on his chest with your fist before he stopped you.

“Oh but baby girl, I never needed a permission” he moved forward you, making you stepped back until you tripped over the sofa, falling on it. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch behind you and slipped his soft lips into your neck, making you shiver. When you felt his hands running over your naked thighs you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of his cold hands.

“Mark s-stop, please” you pleaded even though you knew that’s not what you wanted.

A small raspy chuckle flowed out of him “save the please for later because I won’t stay gentle” you gasped at this and when he moved back from you, you could see his dark gaze, literally devouring you. Biting your lower lip you shut your legs to rub your thighs together, the flame in your core lit up. “I know you want it too, you always liked when I was rough” his hands surrounded your thighs to lift you as he laid you on his shoulder. A moan falls from your lips as his hand came down on your ass, delivering a harsh slap. You could see him climb the stairs and then enter your teenage room, throwing you on the bed. He crawled on top of you, resting his muscular arms on both sides of your head.

“What should we do with your case now baby?” his large hands trailed down your body, running down your waist as he separated your legs, making sure he was nicely positioned between them.

“I-I really don’t think that’s a good idea” you finally said, collecting the little courage you had left.

He grunted as he began moving down on you, ghosting his plump lips over your neck “of course it is. You left me for no reason so now I’m going to wreck you, so hard, you won’t even remember your name” when he finished his sentence, his lips came to your collar bone to suck up your skin, sometimes biting you. Your hands flew up to tangle in his hair while small whimper were coming out of your mouth.

“Ah~ Mark” you moaned, pulling a little more on his hair. He swiftly grabbed both your hands with one of his, pinning them above your head while going up to your face, his lips roughly kissing yours. His hand came up to your hair and pulled them so he could deepen the kiss as his tongue sucked up yours, making you moan into his mouth.

“I forgot how sexy your moans were” he seductively whispered between your kiss. You had the feeling that your lips were on fire because of his fierce kisses; he looks at you in a way that’s making you consume. The hand that wasn’t holding your arms slid along your sensitive body until you felt him caressing your skin under your hoodie, creating a swarm of shivers as soon as you felt his cold hands against you belly. Mark’s hands are always touching you, rubbing small circles into your skin, dangerously going towards your unclothed chest. Without warning he swayed his hips forwards, grinding against your core while his fingers were stroking your breasts and brushing your nipples until they stiffen into peaks.

“M-Mark we really need to stop be-before” he grinded a second time against your core, making you wetter and stopping your sentence.

“Before what baby?” he asked, a chuckle coming out his filthy mouth. Before you could have time to finish what you were trying to say he forced his tongue into your mouth taking your breath away. He pushed away only a few seconds to remove your hoodie as he returned into your swollen lips, barely letting you breath. His tongue was burning against yours, as well as the rest of your bodies. The feeling of warmth and of well-being made you lose your mind, forgetting that what you were doing wasn’t a good idea.

“Be-before it’s too late” you barely whispered when he finally left your lips. He straightened up to pull off his t-shirt and you couldn’t look away as you watched his perfectly draw torso. You took advantage that he had let go of your hands to touch him, your limbs trembling with excitement. That smug grin of his returned as he silently watched you, half-naked and completely turned on. Your hands slipped down slowly to his belly until you reached the edge of his shorts. You started playing with the knot retaining his bottom when you started undoing it, letting the shorts slipping on his firm legs.

“It’s already too late sweetheart” Mark said, hooking his long fingers around the crotch of your panties, pulling them down. Your timidity took over and you placed your hands on his, not wanting him to see your whole body uncovered “since when are you shy?” He asked, although it didn’t really sound like a question, as he ripped your panties off of you. You whimpered when you felt the cold air hitting your wet core. His fingers travelled down your stomach to found your sex and ran two of his fingers through your dripping folds. You bit your lip holding your moans as he looks deep into your eyes.

“Why are you trying to hold back baby?” suddenly he pulls a finger into you, letting a loud moan out of your mouth. His long slender finger is going deep as his lips struck your neck; latching onto the sensitive flesh. He curls his finger inside of you and you feel your body getting hotter while he suddenly adds another one.

“No, please, Mark” you plead, not even knowing for what. You would like him to stop, you would like to stop thinking about the consequences, but nevertheless, these thoughts remain in a corner of your head. “We can’t-” you moan one more time, feeling a familiar heat growing into your stomach. Suddenly you took off his arm and pushed him away with the little strength that remained in you. You got up from the bed and headed towards the door of the room but Mark held you back, gripping your arm firmly. You kept your back turned, realizing that you were still naked.

“We are not over Y/N” he said, increasing a little more the pressure he had on your arm.

You hid your body with your hands as you turned around “stop acting like I’m yours Mark! We’re not together anymore and what we were doing is wrong, so wrong.” He clenched his jaw, probably irritated but didn’t leave your gaze, his eyes becoming darker.

“I didn’t want to be rough” he sighed, a small grin appearing on his face “but you leave me no choice baby girl” hearing the old nickname he used to gave you caused a drag of chills along your spine. Despite the anger you felt towards him you couldn’t prevent your body from reacting as he spoke again “now go back on the bed, on all fours.” His order made you widen your eyes, detailing every inches of his face to make sure he was serious.

You frowned “yeah, dream about it” you said in an arrogant tone before trying to go out again. This time he pressed you against the door, his burning torso glued to your back. His hands wandered on your hips, going down your thighs to spread them brutally. “What the-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you felt the tip of his member grazing up and down your sensitive slit. When did he took off his boxers? You asked yourself, your brain not really working anymore as you felt the heat growing in your body, not prepared to what was going to happen. Suddenly he grabs you by your hair to put your head on his shoulder, teeth grazing the skin of your jaw as you gasped.

“Did you lose your voice?” his hands came to your sides, pulling you onto him so brutally that you have to grab the door so you won’t fall. He automatically started fucking you with rough strokes. You cried out, trying to adjust but the size and the speed was too important for you to. He pulled a little more on your hair so you could look at him; his expression was deformed by the pleasure.

“M-Mark” you breathlessly purred as he brought his lips to yours. One of your hands slipped through his hair as you were still trying to hold yourself with the other one. Just as you were slowly adjusting to his length since he had slowed down, he picked up the pace one more time, grinding deep into you.

“God, you’re so tight” he said, breaking away from the kiss. You felt his hand slipped on yours and then interweave your fingers. This gentle gesture contrasted with his hard thrusts. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip, you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of hearing you moan. When one of his hands came to squeeze your breast, you planted your teeth in the arm holding you against the door to remain silent. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t have the courage. He suddenly pushed his head into your neck, his fangs biting your skin strongly, sometimes sucking it, probably leaving purple marks on your skin.

“I-I can’t take it” you faintly said as his thrusts became harder, making you cry out. You couldn’t hold your moans anymore, letting small whimpers out of your mouth as you arched your back against him. Tears started gathering as your orgasm builds inside of you. He feels it, too, and increases the rhythm, pushing you, higher, harder, faster - and you surrender, exploding around him - a draining, soul-grabbing orgasm.

Not even seconds later Mark finally gave into his high, “oh my-” he groaned as he bit down on his lower lip, resting his head on your shoulder. You feel your body becoming numb and if its grip on your hips wasn’t as strong you would surely collapse.

“I-I hate you” you whimper as he moves away, letting you breathe.