#got7imagine

Inspired by 100 Ways by Jackson Wang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87VRaM5_bAE

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader.

Word Count: 1,944.

A/N: When I first became an ahgase this music video had me in a CHOKEHOLD. I had to write about it, Jackson is just too beautiful of a human being not to be a muse. Also, I work in film / on film sets so some mentions of working on music video sets for context.

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‘Shit, I did this wrong’. I thought to myself, flipping my pencil and erasing the math equation I thought I had just finished, frustratingly ending up right back where I had started.

It was my last year in University, and due to a fluke from when I had transferred schools, if I didn’t take the final level of math, I wouldn't be able to graduate. At first I brushed it off, wanting to focus on my major classes. A slightly concerned email from a compassionate school advisor reminded me of the looming problem that was this math course, and without any other options, I had no choice but to buckle up and deal with one of the most devastating school subjects: calculus.

My phone that was plugged into its charger vibrated once, and my eyes darted to the screen in hopes of being a text from my boyfriend. Unfortunately for me, it was a reminder I had set to feed my cat.

Sighing, I got up from my kitchen table, grabbing the small plastic container of dry cat food, giving it a good shake. Following in our routine, my solid black kitten hopped up on the counter, meowing loudly as I poured his food into his ceramic dish.

“Hi baby,” I cooed, using my thumb and pointer finger to rub small circles behind my kitten’s ear. He simply ignored me, continuing to munch on his nightly feast. A buzz from my phone once again grabbed my focus, and I hurried over to see if it was him.

Caught Making Out - all members

~ mark ~ The both of you were sitting on beanbags in front of the tv, playing games. You'd initially started playing with some of the other members, but when you and Mark played together, all that existed was each other and it was a never ending competition. Eventually everyone'd just given up and left you two to it.

Neither of you minded, though, because you loved being in each other's company. The words win and lose flashed onto the screen in red and blue respectively, and you dropped your controller, smiling at your boyfriend. "Ha! You owe me an ice cream," you told him.

He shook his head sadly and looked at you, pouting. You giggled, giving him a quick kiss. "Cutie,"

He pulled you back towards him, kissing you deeper. It only lasted for a few moments, though, because you were interrupted. "Hey, do you guys-" BamBam stopped abruptly, noticing what was happening. "EeEeeeEewwWW," he said, before turning around and leaving, trying to erase the image from his mind. You both laughed.

~ jaebeom ~ It was already nearly 12am and your boyfriend still hadn't finished in his studio. You decided to pay him a visit. Walking past the doors of the other members before reaching his, you entered. "Hey,"

"Mm, hi," he barely replied, glancing at you before returning to his work. Feeling somewhat ignored, you sat on the small couch behind him, boredly staring at the back of his head. "Will you be long?"

"Sorry, I..." he hesitated for a few moments, looking back at you before getting up. "I'll take a break, then,". You smiled, scooting over a bit as he sat next to you. "Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head. "I missed you," you replied, earning a smile from him. "I'm sorry for being busy,"

"You can make it up to me..." you said quietly, leaning closer to him. There was silence for a few moments as you both just gazed into each other's eyes, before the distance closed and his lips met yours.

Forgetting that door was slightly ajar, all that existed was the both of you, before you were interrupted by Jinyoung entering the room. "Jaeb-"

You both parted, eyes darting to Jinyoung as he closed his eyes briefly and let out a sigh. "Close the door next time," he advised, before exiting and doing so.

~ jackson ~ All 8 you were sitting in the living room, watching the second movie of the night. You sat next to Jackson, snuggled up to him at the far end of the couch, his arm around you and the both of you sharing a blanket. The way you were sitting was really comfortable, and you felt your eyes beginning to droop.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" your boyfriend asked, his voice low. You nodded your head, sitting up straighter and focusing on the movie. "I want to see how this ends first, though. Keep me awake,"

He moved closer to you as you focused on the tv screen, replying softly: "Sure,". For some reason you felt like there was something else he was implying, but you continued watching. Until he planted a kiss on your neck. Blushing and slightly surprised, you scolded him quietly. "Jackson...!"

"You told me to keep you awake," he replied, with a playful smile before doing it again. You giggled. "I didn't mean- Jackson... stop it tickles,"

Of course he didn't, and as you continued to embarrassedly fight his kisses, you hoped none of the other members would notice the both of you.

"Jackson," you begged, tiredly. "I want to watch,"

He smiled again. "At least you're awake now,"

You gave a sigh, though there was a smile on your face, and continued to watch the movie. Around 10 minutes later, you noticed he was looking at you. Flustered, your eyes met his. "Yes?"

He sat up and leaned closer, like he was going to say something serious. "You're pretty,". Face turning red, your eyes didn't leave his as you searched for something to say. Seeing you speechless, he brought his lips to yours, and all thoughts of the movie left you.

The other members definitely noticed. Yugyeom whispered to Jinyoung. “Are they-” “Yes,”. By now they were already used to you and Jackson's antics, so they tried to watch their movie in peace.

~ jinyoung ~ You'd slipped earlier that day, on some spilled water you hadn't noticed in the kitchen, hurting your ankle. Now you sat on your boyfriend's bed in his room in GOT7's dorm, listening to all the commotion outside as they arranged to take you to the hospital.

Your leg lay on top of a few pillows, cared for as much as possible by Jinyoung even after you insisted (half-heartedly) that it didn't hurt that bad. The door opened and your boyfriend entered the room, a cup of water in his hand. He sat next to you, obvious concern on his face. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not when I move," you replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

He nodded. "We'll take you to the hospital in a few minutes," he told you, handing you the cup of water.

Taking it from him, you brought it to your lips, drinking it as he held your hand thoughtfully.

Putting the cup on the nightstand, you sat up, squeezing his hand and causing him to look at you. "I'm lucky to have you, you know?"

He smiled. "I'm lucky to have you too,"

You placed a small kiss on his lips, causing him to blush slightly. "You looked cute," you explained. He reached out, tucking a few loose hairs behind your ear affectionately. "I love you,"

"I love you too," you replied, noticing the way his eyes darted to your lips. Smiling, you pulled him towards you and kissed him. Not wanting you to pull away, he deepened it, and your arms snaked around his neck.

Then Yugyeom appeared in the doorway. "Hyung, the-". The both of you pulled away from each other, but he'd already seen what was happening. He blushed. "HyyUUnggg oh my god," he turned around, embarrassed, and began to leave. "We're ready to go if you're... done," he said, refusing to look at the both of you, before closing the door.

~ youngjae ~ You and Youngjae weren't really the PDA type of couple. Majority of your affection was shown in private, and you mostly just held hands when you were outside, or cuddled a bit when you were with the other members. You now sat on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the dance practice room, your head resting on his shoulder as he drank water.

He'd been doing some extra practicing by himself before you convinced him to take a break. "You're overworking yourself,"

"I need to get it right,"

"You got it perfect the last 20 times!"

He chuckled and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you,"

Sitting up, you turned around so you were facing him, both your legs at his sides. You smiled. "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Not really knowing why you wanted to, you met his lips momentarily, earning a somewhat shy smile from him. "What was that for?". You shrugged, smiling back. "I just felt like it,"

He pulled you closer to him than you already were, his hands on your waist before kissing you again. This time it lasted longer, and soon the both of you had almost completely forgotten where you were. It felt like you suddenly had millions more nerve endings, his fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin, jumbling your thoughts.

You almost didn't notice when Jackson entered the room. Getting off your boyfriend's lap slightly breathlessly, Jackson realised what was happening.

He smiled. "Sorry to interrupt, don't mind me, I'm just getting my water bottle," he walked across the room, picking up the bottle in question, giving the both of you a small wave before leaving.

Silence ensued before Youngjae leaned towards you, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's go to my room,"

~ bambam ~ The wind rustled leaves and played with strands of your hair as you walked in the park with your boyfriend and his friends. They'd been practicing a lot the past few days, and you decided you should all go and get some fresh air.

Bambam held your hand as you walked in silence a little way in front of the others, before suddenly pulling you with him off the path.

"Bam...! Where-,"

"Somewhere," he replied, bringing you around some trees and into an area of the park you hadn't been to before. It was really pretty, with flowers on the bushes surrounding and on some trees above.

"Wow," you said, quietly, looking around.

"I found it a week ago and knew I wanted to bring you here," he explained, smiling, removing his hand from yours and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Thanks. It's beautiful,"

"Like someone I know,"

"Really?" you asked, pretending to be confused. "Is there someone I should know about?"

He laughed softly, turning you to face him and pulling you closer. "Yes. She's standing in front of me right now,"

Smiling and blushing, you gave him a quick kiss before he returned it, and it was like the both of you were in your own personal bubble, before it popped.

The other members found your hiding spot, resulting in them stumbling upon the both of you standing in the middle of it.

"Oh my god," "Get a rOOm,"

~ yugyeom ~ He tried to keep his eyes off you as you intently watched the movie on the television. You had stolen his sweatshirt earlier that day, and Yugyeom tried not to be affected too much by the way it looked on you, but his efforts did nothing to calm him down.

*** Yugyeom carried you in his arms and back towards his bedroom because you'd begun to fall asleep. Your protests didn't stop him, though, because he didn't want you to be tired the next morning.

You both sat next to each other in the dark room. "I'm not even that sleepy," you told him.

"We're getting up early tomorrow, remember?"

"I'm not a kid," you replied, looking away from him. You heard him sigh and there were a few moments of silence. "Are you mad at me?"

You reluctantly shook your head and turned back to him. "Not really. I'm glad to have such a caring boyfriend,". He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder. "You... you look really cute in my shirt,"

You giggled and he could feel the sound through your back. It made him blush. "That's why you couldn't stop looking at meeee?"

"Mhmm," he replied. Suddenly feeling like teasing him, you had a cheeky smile on your face as you spoke. "Do you want to take it off?"

You felt him stiffen behind you before gripping your sides and pulling you back onto the bed, leaning towards you. "Only if you want me to," he replied, half-jokingly, to tease you back. 

Now you both had no idea who was serious and were both just staring at each other in the dark. Frustrated, you reached out, pulling him towards you, before your lips found his.

Your boyfriend was nearly hovering over you, and you were halfway lying on your back when you were both loudly interrupted by Bambam. “Gyeom where the heck is my-” he stopped in his tracks as Yugyeom let go of you and sat up.

 “What the-... everyone here needs holy water,” he ended, before stepping backwards and leaving the both of you to it.

word count: 6515

genre: hospital!au, fluff

pairing: neurosurgeon!jaebeom x baker!reader

description: he always care for everyone, but no once cares for him. until you show up. 

It’s a condition in which there is an over-accumulation of fluid in the brain… surgery for a shunt… potential brain damage… some complications can occur… if not, he’ll live a normal, happy life… timely surgery… fatal. 

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The day your little brother was born was the happiest day of your life. Eight years ago, little Taehyung gave you a sense of purpose. You were now a big sister– you had someone to love and protect. You had someone to teach, and someone to learn from. As a daughter, you might not have been the best; you rebelled and partied for a while; insisted on bad decision; hung out with the wrong people. But that all changed once you turned 16, and Taehyung turned one. You still remember the moment that the change happened. It was his birthday, and he looked as tiny as ever in his little overalls and fuzzy socks. Just as you were about to blow out the candles for him, he giggles and points his chubby finger at you.

“Y/N!” He screeches, laughter following. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Your mother looks at you, eyes wide and tearful. “That’s right, Taehyung-ie, that’s your noona, Y/N.”

“Y/N!” He screams again and wiggles out of your father’s grasp, crawling to you. 

You pick him up, hugging your little brother close. Tears fall on his head and you let out a gurgled laugh, allowing your parents to hug their children. After that day– the day that Taehyung’s first word was you,– you promised to be better. For your parents, for Taehyung, for yourself. It was time for improvement. You started looking for part-time jobs, stopped hanging out with those bad people, and only attended parties every once in a while. You were lucky your grades never slipped, so you kept up with your studies easily. 

One day, after school, you were walking back home with a friend when you passed by a small, white bakery. No name, no advertisement, nothing but a small we sell delicious baked goods! on the window.

“You go ahead,” You tell your friend as you walk to the bakery. “I’m gonna check this out.”

“I’ll go with you,” Hyejin says, smiling. “Moral support and all.”

Out of all your friends, Hyejin is the only one you knew to be real– she was unforgivingly herself, and you admired that a lot. She’s always been by your side, supporting you and calling you out on your shit. Her friendship is one you’ll never give up on. 

You two walk in, arm in arm, and initially you see no one, but then you hear a pained grunting from behind the counter and you lean over, looking at an elderly woman trying to carry a box that was visibly too have for her. 

“Let me help you, ma’am,” You smile, walking around the counter and easily picking the box up. “Where shall I put this?”

“Ah, thank you so much,” She says smiling, and once you notice how her eyes almost disappear under such bright and wide smile, you feel something inside of you telling that you belong in that place. “I’m getting too old for this…”

“Not at all,” You joke. “I just eat a lot, so I’m freakishly strong.”

She laughs at that and you already feel oddly fond of that woman. 

“You remind me a lot of my grandson, young lady,” She says and start moving around, grabbing things; first a plate, then a cup. “Sit over there, sweetie, I’ll get you and your friend something to eat.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” Hyejin says, smiling kindly. 

“Please, let me do at least that,” She says, and you two sit down, keeping an eye in case she needed any more help. She brings you two pieces of cake and iced tea, and you are sure you saw stars when you took the first bite, humming in appreciation. “Ah, I’m going to miss this– the look on your faces just made my day…”

“Are you leaving, ma’am?” You ask frowning in disappointment. You had just found out about this place…

“Unfortunately, I might have to close the bakery,” She sighs, looking down at her feet. “I’ve been running this place for almost forty years, with some help here and there, but now I’m old, and I can’t do the things as fast and efficiently as I used to.”

“Have you been working here by yourself, ma’am?” Hyejin frowns.

“My grandson used to help me when he was in high school,” She smiles proudly. “I had to practically kick him out of here so that he’d go to college… but ever since, it’s been just me.” “Let me work here.”

The request comes out fast and strong and you think that’s what makes the owner consider, looking you up and down.

“And why would a young, beautiful girl like you want to work with an old woman like me?” She laughs, dusting her hands in her dress. “You should be enjoying your youth, little girl.”

“Done that already,” You smile, following after her with your used plates and cups. “I want to help my parents. I want to be a good daughter. And I want to be happy while doing so. Let me work here… please.”

“What makes you think you’ll be happy here? Look around you, sweetheart; this place is run down. Customers barely come, anymore, and all I have left are my recipes and good memories. I can’t pay you much, and it’s a very time consuming job, I don’t thi–”

“I don’t care about the pay,” You smile, leaning over the counter. “Ma’am, this place is incredible. My mother’s been backing ever since I was born, so I know a thing or two. I see how happy she is when she’s baking and I see how happy you look in here… I’m sorry if I sound crazy, but please. Let me work here. I can come everyday after school, and even before if you need help prepping ingredients and–”

She raises her hand, silencing you in the process. She has a stern face, observing you. Your smile falters.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble, suddenly embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to press you or disrespect you.”

“Crazy,” She says, squinting. “Might just be what I need… can you start tomorrow?”

And that’s how it all begun. 

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Seven years after that, you now manage Sweet Dreams alongside Ms. Im. At first, your parents were a little unsure about you working at the bakery, afraid that you’d not handle the weight of school and work very well, but you proved them wrong with each day that passed, improving not only your grades, but also helping out at the house. They refuse to let you help with expanses and told you to put all your paychecks in a saving account, so that you could go to college comfortably. You are now 23 and although you have plans for college one day, you just can’t seem to leave Ms. Im and the bakery behind. The amount of work you put into the place made it your home; you named it, painted it, fixed some of it. Ms. Im has been your mentor ever since you were sixteen and leaving her behind would be like leaving family– and you’d never leave your family. 

Especially not right now.

“How’s the little guy?” Ms. Im asks as you arrive, the sky outside still dark. You had to start prepping the ingredients and baked goods early in the morning, waking up before the sun and observing as it rises along with your cakes. 

“Sleeping a lot still,” You mumble, sounding as worried as you feel. “He complains about headaches all the time and he’s always sick… I’m really worried about him.”

“Are your parents working today?” Ms. Im asks just as you are about to put your apron on. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, suddenly getting a headache yourself. “He’s with grandpa right now, and we think that Advil has been helping, but we can’t keep pushing it much further… it’s been four days already.”

“Take that apron off,” Ms. Im demands and you do it without questioning. “We’re not opening the shop today.”

“What?” You shriek. “But Friday is one of our busiest days!”

“And one of the mellow days at the hospital,” She winks. “Let’s go, I’m driving you.”

“Ms. Im,” You follow her outside, shivering as you haven’t had the time to even put your jacket on. “I can take Taehyung myself, you don’t have to bother, really!”

“You walked into my shop seven years ago begging for a job,” Ms. Im says as she starts driving to your house. “Not only I gained a reliable worker, but I gained a daughter. Now stop complaining; Taehyung can’t see his sister freaking out like that.”

“Thank you,” You smile, wiping a few stray tears away. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem, dear,” She chuckles. “I promise it will be quick– if I’m not wrong, he’s still at the hospital doing an early shift.”

“Who?” You ask.

“My grandson.”

In seven years of working for Ms. Im, you are pretty sure you’ve heard about her grandson at least twice a day. She is incredibly proud of him; he went from a trouble maker to a very successful doctor, it’s all you remember. You are not sure what he does exactly, but you always noticed the tinge of sadness in her voice when she talked about him. In seven year, you heard about him everyday; but in seven years, you’ve never seen him at the shop. 

“Go get the kid,” Ms. Im says pulling up to your house. “I’ll wait here.”

You manage to not wake up you grandfather in the process, but you make sure to leave a note in the fridge telling him that you’re taking your brother to the hospital. 

“Where are we going?” Taehyung asks, groaning as you pick him up from his bed.

“Where going to the hospital, baby,” You say soothingly. “Remember how I went to see a nice doctor when I was in pain and then I felt good? I’m going to take you to see a nice doctor, too.”

“Okay,” Taehyung says and lays his head on your shoulder, drifting back to sleep. 

You text your parents from the car and you promise to keep them updated in case they have to go to the hospital too. Ms. Im parks the car and guides you through the maze that is the hospital, walking as if she owned the place. Some doctors stopped to say hello but she’d keep walking, marching with a purpose, almost. 

“Ms. Im,” You plead, looking around nervously. “We have to get in line, or maybe talk to a nurse, I don’t think we–“

“Ya!” She shouts, waving her small arms above her head and getting everyone’s attention. “Yugyeom!”

If you could hide, you would; but at the same time, you’d never been more thankful towards her, who’s done so much for you as it is. A tall doctor looks around, looking for the source of the ruckus, and he smiles widely when he sees her, jogging his way over. 

“Halmoni!” He shouts and hugs her tightly.

So this is him?, you think to yourself, holding Taehyung tightly against yourself. Is this the famous grandson?

“Y/N,” Ms. Im calls. “This is Yugyeom. Or Dr. Kim, as he is known around here. He is one of the best pediatricians in the city, so I am sure he can help. He’s friends with my boy.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” He smiles gently. “Who’s that little guy?”

“Oh!” As if you have just awaken from a trance, you bow to him as best as you can while holding your brother. “It’s nice to meet you too; I’m sorry for the sudden visit, Doctor, but–“

“Will the nice doctor help me?” Taehyung asks, looking at the tall man. 

“Yes, I will,” Yugyeom smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Taehyung,” He yawns, and then raises both his hands, putting down both his thumbs. “And I’m eight.”

“Ah, you’re a big guy already,” Dr. Kim says. “Follow me, please. We can talk better in my office.”

While Taehyung played with an alien stuffed doll, you explained the situation to Dr. Kim Yugyeom; your brother has been sleeping a lot these days, and complaining of headaches and dizziness. He’s been sick and crying and you are desperate. 

“Ah,” Dr. Kim’s face changes and he looks almost in pain. His brows are furrowed and he looks at Taehyung with worry. “Would you mind if I called a colleague here? I want a second opinion on something and he might have a better understanding of it than me…”

“Oh, yes, of course,” You mumble, hands fidgeting. 

Ms. Im stands by your side, and she puts a hand on top of yours, silently promising support. She’s been there for your first heartbreak; she’s been by your side through arguments, and fights, and birthdays, and celebrations. The fact that she is with you in that moment made things less hard; it made you believe that everything would be okay. 

“Excuse me,” Someone calls from the door. “Hello, I’m Dr. I–“

“Ya, Im Jaebeom, you ungrateful child!” Ms. Im shouts and you jump from your seat a little, surprised with the outburst. “Do I have to come all the way over here and bother your friends to finally see you?”

Ah, you think, holding a chuckle back. This is him. 

The man blinks, lost and confused, before smiling wide. That was the confirmation you needed– the way his eyes disappear under his wide smile was exactly the same as Ms. Im.

“Grandma!” He hugs her tight. “I’m sorry, halmoni, things have been crazy here in the hospital…”

“You could’ve called,” She pouts and hugs him back. “But we’ll talk about that another time. Dr. Kim called you here for another reason.”

“Is everything okay?” He asks, looking at his grandmother. “Are you eating properly? Do you have any joint pain? Backache?”

“I’m strong as a bull, child,” She laughs. “It’s Y/N that needs your help.”

You respectfully bow to him. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Im. I’m Y/N, and this is Taehyung.”

He looks at you and bows back. Dr. Im Jaebeom looks a little taken aback and you move uncomfortably under his gaze, bringing your brother closer. 

“So you are the crazy girl that my grandmother talks so much about,” He says, and there is a certain something in his voice that you just can’t seem to grasp– an edge that made you shiver. “What can I help you with?”

“It’s the boy,” Dr. Kim says in a soft voice. “He’s only eight and he’s been experiencing strong headaches. He sleeps a lot and is always dizzy and sick… all symptoms seem to add to hydrocephalus, but I wanted to consult with you before diagnosing him. Can you take a look?”

“Of course,” Dr. Im moves quickly and efficiently, crouching in front of Taehyung. “Hi there, buddy– would you mind if I touched your head really quick?”

The consultation goes by quick and you don’t understand any of it; they talk in medical terms and when they finally take the time to talk to you, your brother is already being admitted to the hospital. You numbly sign all the necessary paperwork and when you come back to your senses, you are standing outside of Taehyung’s room, and Dr. Im is moving his lips, but you can’t hear a thing.

“I’m sorry,” You sigh, frustrated. “Can you repeat that? I don’t know what happened, I just– I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

He frowns and you feel like hiding again. His gaze is burning on your skin and can only wonder how dumb he must think you are.

“Sure,” He clears hi throat. “Taehyung-ie has a condition called hydrocephalus, in which the over-accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid inside the skull causes pressure on the brain. This is why he is having headaches and dizziness. When did this start?”

“Around four days ago,” You choke on your words. “Is it dangerous? Can you treat him?”

“All conditions have potential to be dangerous, but you did good in bringing him here as early as you could,” Dr. Im says, nodding to himself. “Unfortunately, this is not something that just goes away with time, nor something that can be medicated. The only solution is surgery.”

“Surgery?” You whimper, letting your shoulders fall in defeat. “What is the success rates of this surgery, Doctor?”

“The shunt surgery has a higher success rate for children,” He explain carefully. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have risks. Because we will insert a shunt inside of him to help with the circulation of the fluid accumulated in his head, things like shunt failure or infection can happen, but that’s why we’ll keep him in the hospital for an observation period.”

You nod, processing everything he’s telling you. 

“Alright,” You whisper. “Okay. What are the next steps?”

“You’ll have to go to the Financial office to talk about the expenses,” As he talked, you could only fixate your eyes on the embroidery of his coat. Im Jaebeom. “We’ll schedule the surgery for tomorrow. The sooner we do this, the better. We only need his mother to sign the consent form.”

He extends some papers and a pen towards you and you look back at him, suddenly at a loss of words. 

“I… uh, I-I’m not his mother,” You smile tightly. “I’m him older sister.”

“Oh, I apologize, I assumed that–“

“Haven’t I raised you right, Im Jaebeom?” Ms. Im asks, coming with two cups of coffee in hand, and you frown alongside her grandson. “Never assume… tsk, for a doctor he is really stupid, isn’t he, Y/N?”

You chuckle. “You must think we’re all idiots here if you intend on drinking that coffee, Ms. Im. You know it’s not good for you!”

She laughs. “This is for you two,” She gives one to Jaebeom and the other to you. “To keep up the energy.”

“When my parents arrive I’ll ask my mother to sign the papers,” You turn to the doctor, still too intimidated to look him in the eyes. “They should be here soon, so you can schedule the surgery for tomorrow.”

You don’t even see him leaving, allowing your body to fall on a waiting chair. You are not sure if you fell asleep or simply gave up, but when you open your eyes again, you are on the couch inside your brother’s room.

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Taehyung was prepped for surgery and you couldn’t even look. You held his tiny hand, but your eyes were fixated on Dr. Im Jaebeom’s. He looked at you as intensely as you looked at him, and although you had a weird feeling that this man hated you, his piercing eyes on yours were the only thing holding you together. You couldn’t cry in front of Taehyung, and you couldn’t cry in front of Dr. Im. Simple as that. 

“We’ll take him now,” One of the nurses tell you and you nod, walking behind them and behind Ms. Im and her grandson. You feel alone at that moment, with your parents supporting each other, with the Im’s chatting together, and with your little man going into surgery. He’s the one that walks with you, and you feel as if you failed him. 

Dr. Im turns around and looks at you. “The surgery will last from about an hour to two hours. If it takes a bit longer, don’t worry, it just means that we’re doing our best to make everything right. I prefer to take my time and have a successful surgery than to rush things. A nurse will keep you updated so that you are aware of everything that’s happening in there.”

“Take care of him,” You say, voice strong, surprising everyone. “Or I will kill you.”

And for the first time, you’ve seen Im Jaebeom smile at you. You mother slaps your shoulder, but you ignore the sting, maintaining eye contact.

“We’ll do our best,” He says chuckling. “That is all I can promise you.”

“That’s all I need,” You say and nod at him. “Thank you, Doctor.”

You are not sure what happens in between, but Dr. Im comes out through the doors and in your head only thirty minutes passed; instantly you are washed with dread. You try to stand up but your legs give out and you’d be on the floor if not for his reflexes.

“My brother,” You breath out, frantically looking into his eyes as he tries to talk to you. “Taehyung-ie– is he okay? That was too fast, it was too quick– what happened? Dr. Im–“

“The surgery took two hours and he’s perfectly fine,” Dr. Im says, frowning deeply. Is he always frowning?, you wonder as he drags you to the nearest chair. “Taehyung is doing fine; he’s still asleep because of the anesthesia, but he’s under observation and he’s safe.”

“Thank you,” You whisper, starting to cry. You slouch your shoulders forward and burry your face on your hands. “Thank you so much, oh my god, thank you Dr. Im.”

“Y/N,” He calls, pulling your face up. He looks at your eyes, puts a hand on your forehead, and frowns even more. “Are you feeling okay? You look like you’ve been in and out of reality for the past two days… you feel warm.”

“I’m good,” You smile. “Just haven’t eaten in a while. I’ll do it as soon as I see my brother.”

“No, stay here for a second,” He says and leaves with long strides.

He’s okay, you think to yourself, trying to stop the tears. Taehyung is okay. Pull yourself together, Y/N.

“Drink this,” Dr. Im puts a cup on your hand and gives you an energy bar. “And eat this.”

“What about you?” 

His eyes widened. “I-I’ll eat something later…”

Is he embarrassed?

“You have to eat, too, Doctor, you look worn out,” You smile. “You care about everyone, but yourself, huh?”

“Yah,” He laughs, and you chuckle with him, suddenly feeling your energy coming back although you didn’t eat yet. “You sound just like my grandmother.”

“Well, she did mentor me for seven years,” You shrug your shoulders, with a fond look on your face. “Your grandmother means a lot to me…”

“The fact that you took care of her all these years means a lot to me,” He admits, looking slightly guilty. “After I left to go to medical school, I couldn’t come back and check on her as often as I wanted. Then one day she called me, and she told me about this crazy, beautiful girl, who begged her for a job in her run down bakery and… well, I worried for a while, because she did say the girl was crazy, but then she tells me how good this girl is, how kind, and I know I can stop worrying all the time. I know she’s not alone… I might have been jealous, sometimes, I’ll admit, but thank you, Y/N. For everything you’ve done for my halmoni.”

You are at a loss of words. For someone who looks so cold and collected to sound so emotional and true was a shock. 

“I am the one that should be thanking you,” You chuckle incredulously. “You saved my brother’s live.”

“But that’s my job,” He smiles, looking to the floor and then looking back at you. It is almost as if all the air in your lungs disappeared, and you suddenly don’t know how to breath. “Taking care of my grandmother is not your job.”

Before you can say something his phone beeps and he gets up.

“Taehyung is awake,” He smiles and did he always have those moles under his eyebrow? “Let’s go.”

You let him guide you through the halls and you wonder if anyone cares for this doctor that cares for everyone else but him. 

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“You should go home,” Dr. Im says. It’s been two days since the surgery and you were the only one that hasn’t left the hospital yet. One of the nurses was kind enough to let you shower in their bathroom, but had to admit, just showering wasn’t doing much. You’ve been wearing the same clothes and even your parents went home to sleep, but you refused to leave once they got back to the hospital. 

“I don’t want to leave without him,” You mumble, caressing Taehyung’s hand as he sleeps. “I promised I wouldn’t.”

He nods. “Follow me, then,” And leaves.

You have to jog a bit to catch up to him, but soon enough you are in his office, and from behind his desk, he produces a duffle bag. Grabbing a few things, he gives them to you and tells you to go take a long, relaxing shower. Doing as he says, you take your time, asking a few nurses if it’s okay to take a shower since they are only starting their shifts and won’t need the shower for a while. You’ve become acquainted with a few of them and they all give you the okay. The sweatpants and t-shirt he gave you are obviously too large for you, but you like the way it looks anyways. Smiling at yourself, and at how stupid you must look, you stop by the vending machine to get a snack. You get two energy bars, knowing that Dr. Im will be with Taehyung when you get back. Said and done; Jaebeom is laughing at something that your brother is doing and you wonder if one day you’ll get to call him Jaebeom out loud. 

“Hello there,” You say lightly, blushing a little at the way Jaebeom looks at you in his clothes. “Thank you for the clothes, doctor.”

“No problem, Y/N,” He smiles, and you don’t fail to notice the redness in his cheeks. 

“I got you this,” You say giving him one of the energy bars, and putting the other in his pocket. “You need to eat to take care of other people.”

He laughs and one of his hands fly to push his hair back and grab at the back of his neck, a habit you notice he does whenever he’s embarrassed. “Thank you.”

“Eat it,” You squint at him playfully. “Right now.”

“I have to check on a patient,” He says taking a huge bite, finishing it almost in one go. “I’ll be back to check on you, okay?”

“Alright,” You smile, and you don’t call attention to the fact that he said he’d be checking on you. You like it. “See you later."

You don’t– see him later, that is. You are not sure what happens but Dr. Im doesn’t come around anymore; another day goes by and even Taehyung notices the change, asking for his doctor to the nurses. She all just say he’s busy taking care of other people, but there’s something off about them, too. One of them, Nurse Lee, asks you to follow her to the counter where you can sign the discharge papers so that you can finally take your brother home, and you hear a couple of other doctors talking.

“…yeah, they died,” A shiver runs through your spine with those words and you take a deep breath and focus on reading the papers in your hand. “Jaebeom did his best, but not everyone can be saved.”

“You know how he is though,” The other doctor sighs. “Is he alright?”

“No,” They shake their heads. “Definitely not.”

Signing everything, you tell the nurses you’ll be right back, and you run to the office you’ve gotten to know so well. During your brother’s recovery, Dr. Im has been you friend, you dare to say. You’ve silently eaten with him in his office as he did some work and you read a book; you’ve talked to him about his grandmother; you’ve taken snacks to his office late at night. It was your way to repay him, after everything he’s done for you and your family. You went from thinking he hated you, to understanding how hard his job is on him. And right now, it was exactly one of those moments, in which the harshness of his reality is laid upon him, and you can’t do anything but knock on his door and pray that he’ll open. 

“Yes?” 

His voice sounds harsh and used out. His eyes find yours instantly and they turn back into those scrutinizing eyes you first met.

“Hi,” You say, suddenly uncomfortable. “You didn’t come by yesterday and today and I–“

“I am too busy to attend just to you and your brother,” He snaps. “I have a whole lot of people needing me, too, you know?”

The coldness from his voice reminds you of the first time you met him, when you stood under his scrutinizing gaze. 

“Or do you think I have nothing better to do than to have to waste all of my time–“

“With me?” You interrupt him. “Just so you know, you didn’t have to spend your time with me, but I guess I should thank you, since you did, right?”

“Wha-“

“You don’t have to worry anymore, doctor,” You sneer. “We leave tonight. Here, this is a small thank you gift for wasting time with me.”

You give him the plastic bag with all snacks from the vending machine– literally all of them. It wasn’t much, but it would last him a few shifts, at least. All you wanted was for him to get better too; you weren’t dumb, you could easily see the suffering in his eyes, even at that moment– specially at that moment,– but you couldn’t just let him walk all over you like that. You had to stand your ground, like you did ever since you met him. 

“Whatever happened,” You say through gritted teeth. “It’s not your fault. Nor mine. Remember that.”

You leave him and you go back to Taehyung. 

Fuck Dr. Im, you think, furiously wiping a tear. It seems as if all you do is cry, and you are tired of it. I have Taehyung, alive and well. That should be enough.

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Your days are back to normal– you wake up, check on Taehyung, and go to work, where you’ll spend hours and hours until you don’t have to spend any more time in there but you do still, baking a fresh batch of a different good every night, before calling the delivery man to take it away. 

Today, you make chocolate scones, using Ms. Im’s recipe just how she taught you years ago.

“Still baking?” She asks. “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all,” You smile, and put a scone in a take away box. “Here, for the trip.”

“Thank you, dear,” She smiles. “These used to be Jaebeom’s favorite.”

You smile and wave her goodbye, promising to close the store and go home soon. You do whatever task you have to keep you busy– cleaning the tables, wiping the floor, washing the dishes, freezing the dough. Anything to keep you from thinking about him. But it’s impossible. You think about him even more now, having a face to the name. Im Jaebeom. Ms. Im still talks about him every day and there’s nothing you can say or do that would justify the reason you want her to stop. 

He saved my brother’s life, and in the process he saved mine, too. He is kind and selfless and honest, but he is also tired and confused and overwhelmed. I want to care for him like he cared for me. Is this love?

No, you couldn’t say that to her. Much less to him.

“Excuse me, are you still open? I heard you guys had chocolate scones and I just had to come get one.” 

You freeze, body already stiff from work now barely being able to move.

“We’re closed,” You mumble, not looking at him. “But I can get you some scones to go.”

“If I take them to go,” He asks and you can see his feet, clad in black sneakers and tapping nervously on the floor. “Will you come with me?”

“Is this a pick up line?” You scoff.

“No, I just want to have these with you,” He chuckles and you can’t help yourself, you look at him, craving to see his eyes disappear when he smiles. “A thank you for all the food you’ve been sending to the hospital every night…”

“I’m glad,” You smile tightly, taking the apron off and hanging it on the wall. You push the cardboard box towards him. “Here you go. Have a goodnight.”

His smile is gone in a second. “Y/N…”

“You were very clear, Jaebeom,” You say sternly. “I’ll call you Jaebeom now, since we’re not in the hospital– you were very clear, Jaebeom. You are wasting your time with me; patients are waiting for you, families, friends. I’m just the girl that works with your grandmother… You have nothing to worry about, I won’t tell her anything, but it’s best if we stop this here.”

“Stop?” He asks, eyes wide. “I don’t think it’s that easy, Y/N. I missed you– did you know that? Of course you didn’t, but I’m here telling you: I missed you, goddammit. I’m a doctor, and I’m always frustrated about something, and stressed, and tired, but for the week you spent there, I felt completely okay, because I knew that in the end of the day, I’d have a constant thing in my life; Taehyung-ie and you, waiting for me with snacks. Asking me about my day. Asking me if I’m okay. People don’t do that, in the hospital– they have their own problems, and every day is a different surprise, but it felt good to have a constant, even for a little while.”

You say nothing, taking your time to process everything he’s saying.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole,” He chuckle. “I had just lost a patient; there were complications with his condition before surgery but we couldn’t wait and I lost him… But you were right, it’s not my fault, and it’s not yours. You shouldn’t have to put up with my anger, but I really, really hope you chose to put up with me despite my anger. I won’t lie, this happens a lot– the angry part. It comes with the job, even though we try our hardest to hide, but I promise to try my best to never let it all out on you ever again… please forgive me.”

You sigh, walking to him. He was wearing casual clothes and he finally looked his age, the gray hoodie and blue jeans bringing out the youth in him.

“You haven’t been eating regularly, have you?” You frown, hands holding his face. Your thumb brushes his cheekbones and his eyes are shining with something unknown to you– want, maybe. “I send you freshly baked goods everyday and you still look like you’ve lost weight…”

“What are you doing to me?” He mumbles, nuzzling his face in your hand and pulling you closer by the waist, resting his forehead on yours. “You’re messing with my head, Y/N…”

“Nah,” You chuckle, kissing his nose. “That’s your job.”

“That is possibly the lamest joke someone ever made about my job,” He laughs, and ah! there it is– cute little slits. The reason you love that so much is that it makes you all warm inside to know you can make him smile so hard that his eyes disappear. “But I love it anyways.”

“Does that mean I can make more of those?” You ask animatedly, pulling away slightly. “Cause I have a bunch of neurosurgery jokes I can ma–“

He shuts you up with a kiss and you instantly know he ate your scones before coming over, tasting the sugar and the chocolate in his mouth. It lasts long, and you prefer it that way– you want to take your timing discovering everything about Jaebeom. From the way his mouth drags over yours, chapped lips kissing you softly, to the way his hands find their way to your hair, your jawline, your waist. He pulls you closer, hugging you to him, and just as he is pressing you against the counter, you feel a vibration coming from his pocket. 

“Please tell me that your phone,” You snort a little, trying to hold your laughter in.

“Hilarious,” He says, rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless.

“Do you have to go back?”

He nods. “Yeah, one of the patients needs surgery sooner than we thought… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for saving lives,” You frown, pecking his lips. “Text me when you get home?”

“Absolutely,” He kisses you deeply. “I’ll see you soon.”

He sees you sooner than he thought he would. The next day, when he texts you his shift is over in thirty, you go over to the hospital, with croissants and tea. When he sees you waiting by the main entrance, he can’t help but laugh out loud.

“You said that having a constant was nice,” You shrug as he kisses your face allover. “I’ll be your constant from now on.”

“I’d love that,” He says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” You smile. “I think.”

“You think?” He shrieks, pulling you to his car by the hand. 

“Yeah… can you take a look inside and find out for me?” You say tapping your head. 

He just looks at you, no emotion.

“If I ever get a song stuck in my mind,” You say, buckling up when Jaebeom starts the car. “Can you get it out for me?”

“Oh my god,” He lets his head fall on the wheel. “Is this what I signed up for?”

“Absolutely,” You giggle, and he turns to look at you. “Regret it yet?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll get me there by the end of the night.”

“Yah!”

“I told you,” He grabs your hand, laughing. “You mess with my head. Crazy girl… tsk, gonna me crazy too.”

“By the way,” You start. “How will we break it to your grandmother?”

“What do you mean,” Jaebeom laughs. “She knows. She’s known for about seven years, now.”

“What?” You shout, head turning to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know about you,” He shrugs. “But she’d talk about you a lot. Good things only– such a pretty girl, so kind, so nice. Ah, Jaebeom-ah, you remind me of Y/N… you two would get along so well. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you before even knowing you.”

“Oh my god,” You gasp. “Ms. Im is a love genius.”

“I had to take after someone, you know?” Jaebeom brags.

For the rest of the night, you two bicker, laughing and kissing in between, and even though you promised to be his constant, barely did he know he’d be yours. 

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Jaebeom can only stand frozen and stare dumbfounded at you as you reach up to tuck a pink rose behind his ear, the most loving smile gracing your lips.

In the softest, warmest voice he has ever heard, you say, "Merry Christmas, Jaebeom."

(Park Jinyoung x reader, Pokémon au, fluff, one shot, 1.4k words might do more of these they’re so cute and fun omg)

The day was bright and sunny, the trees were a bright green from the sunlight. The entire setting looked unreal with bright color. Your father had picked you up so you can harvest berries for your Munchlax, whom you affectionately named Munchie.

Your mother watched as you hopped down from your father’s arms, running to her and holding a huge purple berry the size of your head, “MA LOOK!”

Chuckling, she nodded and sipped Earl Grey tea. You ran past her and to your bedroom upstairs, where your Munchlax was sleeping on your Snorlax stuffed animal, hoping one day he will grow as big as that (even though the stuffed animal was only a foot or so wider and taller than him).

“Munchie!” You jumped on the stuffed animal and cuddle your Pokemon. The Munchlax woke up with a start before sniffing the berry. Breaking the berry, you gave him pieces to eat as the Pokémon happily says his name, thanks you. You laughed at his messiness and cuddle him some more, a wide, toothless grin on your face. “Good Munchie! Come on! Let’s go battle!”

Even a decade later, that was your routine. Even with your father working as a scientist a few miles away, you still drag a huge berry to Munchie, despite now being a large and lazy Snorlax.

“MUNCH!” You yell, earning a grumble from your mother, who watches the news. “Y/N, Take him out to battle, bring him back with less weight, and maybe bring some friends so you’re not just talking to me or calling your dad.”

“Ah, but Ma, he has a stomachache.” You say, ignoring the other statements.

“If he has an accident in your room it’s not my fault, Y/N. You’ve been stuck in the house all day. Go. Out.”

With a large and heavy sigh, you drag him out with the scent of the berry, the stairs creaking as he climbs down. Munchie mumbles sleepily how much he wants it, until he squeezes out of the garage and into the world.

“There we go, good Munchie. Alright, once you eat this, promise me that we train.”

The Snorlax groans and tries to hold his enormous body with his tiny blue arms, “Snorlax~,”

“No excuses, young man, we gotta get you strong.” You say, bouncing the balls of your feet and playfully punching his body, “Let’s go to the gym, okay?”

Munchie groans, but follows you, nibbling on his berry as you walk with him to the City Gym only a few blocks away.

Meanwhile, Park Jinyoung bids goodbye to his friends after their lunch small battles and dares with their Pokémon.

But honestly, Jinyoung just wanted to go to the little Poke Cafe and meet more little cute Pokémon than battle.

This earned a loud groan once his friends were gone, he sat on the bench in exhaustion, looking at his Dragonite.

“Dragon~?” The Pokemon asks with worry. “Just tired, I know you are too, with Jackson’s Arcanine hating on you like that, huh?” Jinyoung wipes his face.

“Dragonite!” He declares.

Jinyoung laughs and looks at the City Gym in front of him, looking at his Pokemon, “Hmm, mabe a battle can let us get some steam out, what do you think?”

“DRAGONITE!” The Pokemon flaps his wings, and Jinyoung stretches and walks alongside him, patting his back, “Great!”

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“Sorry ma’am, the Gym Leader is out right now.”

You groan, slumping down sadly while Munchie laughs beside you. Shooting him a look, you turn back to the woman before you hear Munchie puff up.

Knowing him long enough since you adopted him, you turn to see which Pokemon he had sensed.

A handsome man, maybe a year older than you had walked through with his tall Dragonite partner.

A challenge, but nonetheless you were definitely willing to take this model of a man on.

“Sorry, Gym’s closed.” The woman in front of you says, waving him off before he could go in further liek you did.

Luckily once you and the man made eye contact;

You both knew what was about to happen.

“The name’s Jinyoung.” He smiles, as you and he both walk out, your and his Pokemon nodding to each other out of support and solidarity.

Even though Munchie knew he could probably smack the Dragonite out cold.

“Mm,” you click your tongue, stretching and patting Munchie for strength. He nods at you, as Jinyoung’s Dragonite stands tall to intimidate you.

“Uh, I’m asking for YOUR name,” Jinyoung says as you stop near the square, where some other Battlers were, even some children using their Whismurs and Fletchlings against each other.

Cute.

“I’m Y/N, hope you like to lose,” You smile sweetly, helping Munchie stretch. Jinyoung widens his eyes at you. He chuckles and pushes his coal black hair back. “A tough battler? Fine.”

Once you both establish that you’re ready, you make the first move.

“Munchie, use Slam Down!”

Jinyoung smiles at your nickname for him, pushing up the short sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his muscles as Munchie jumps up.

“Dragonite, use Wing Attack!” He commands, stepping forward.

You smile at his coolheadedness, and watch Munchie successfully dodges the attack and slams down on Dragonite. The Pokemon groans under Munchie’s weight, who yawns from the lack of work.

Whispering encouragement to your Pokemon, you smile, “Use Rollout, Munchie!”

Jinyoung widens his eyes at the Snorlax’s attack. A rock type move on his Dragonite? He takes more damage, groaning quietly but he stands back up. “Dragonite, use Hyper Beam!”

Munchie takes the attack, but you smirk at his high resistance, “Use Heavy Slam!”

This time, Dragonite doesn’t dodge again and he whimpers underneath as Munchie playfully teases him by playing with his wing.

Jinyoung grabs a potion, giving it to Dragonite, muttering, “Okay, I know this isn’t looking good. But trust me.” He raises his voice, “Use Outrage!”

Dragonite’s eyes go red, and he blows hits to Munchie. This time it’s a little more effective, but nevertheless you command Munchie for Heavy Slam.

Dragonite dodges, and Jinyoung yells, “OUTRAGE!”

His Pokemon roars louder, his eyes practically flowing as he embraces the feeling.

Munchie looks at you nervously, but you look at Jinyoung. He’s fueling his Dragonite with emotion.

But that can’t last long.

You watch Munchie take the hit and nod, “Body Slam, Munchie.”

Right after, you see Munchie get hurt again by another Outrage move. Your poor Pokémon’s were eyes growing more droopy with exhaustion.

But so was Dragonite’s.

“Munchie,” you smile softly at Jinyoung’s tense stance, “use Yawn.”

The Snorlax lets out a huge, and much needed yawn, making Jinyoung’s Dragonite’s eyes flutter, and stumble back.

“NO DRAGONITE DON’T—!” Jinyoung yells with despair.

But the Pokémon fell asleep with a loud thud t the ground.

Jinyoung falls on his knees in hopelessness, watching Munchie slam on him each time he takes his move, until Dragonite goes back to his pokeball in defeat.

“Well,” you smile and hug your Pokémon, giving him a potion, “that was fun, wasn’t it Munchie? Aww my Munchie did so good! How about we feast when we—?”

“Wait!”

You turn back, and your Snorlax glares at Jinyoung running after you.

The way his dark brown hair didn’t move, he didn’t look fazed at all, was somewhat appealing compared to the men that were desperately trying to prove you wrong.

He stuck out his hand, bowing with a smile, “You did, amazingly.” You widen your eyes, but shake his hand. “Yeah. Good game, sorry I killed your Pokémon.”

“It’s fine, we needed to get off some steam.”

“Yeah, but emotionally? It’s not healthy,” you advise with a smile.

Jinyoung chuckles, nodding, “My fault,” his face scrunches up cutely.

Your cheeks flush just realizing how much he looked like a little Pikachu with the embarrassed flush.

Were you falling?

For a Battler?

Your mother did expect someone to come back with you, too.

Looking down with a gentle mumble, you shrug, “Would you consider to maybe come back to my house for a little dinner?”

Jinyoung nods, his perfect smile brightening up the already perfect day. He takes your hand a little, letting your hand hold his pinky, “Why not, as payback for killing my pokemon?”

Choi Youngjae Oneshot/Drabble

Genre: Angst

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They knew it was ending long before they parted ways in a storm of tears. They knew it was ending before either of them had the guts to admit it. It was also likely that everyone around them knew as well.

That’s the funny thing about love, however. You know it’s a bad idea, you know it won’t work, and yet you throw yourself headfirst hoping you’ll tame the beast before it tames you.

Word count: 611

Genre: fluff

Request: hey there! Could I please request a JB from got7 where his s/o is having a nightmare and he’s there for her? Thanks you by anon

A/N: Thanks so much for your request! It's been a while since I've written for GOT7, but I was happy to get back into it. I hope you enjoy and I apologize if it isn't that long, I've been busy but I did my best. Also this isn't proofread, I'll edit it soon. I will try to be more active once I get a new laptop but I'm struggling to find one (plz send me suggestions I need help).

 Looking out into the cold, you could only imagine what it felt like to be outside. You had been cooped up in your apartment all day in a desperate effort to meet the deadlines threatening your peace of mind. Sure, you had gotten more down in these last few hours than in weeks, but you were exhausted in every sense of the word.

You laid down your books in front of you, deciding it was due time for a break. You peeked at the clock, which read 1:34 AM. You couldn't hold back the frown that overcame your features. Jaebum- your boyfriend- had been out since 7 pm for practice, but as the clock continued ticking your paranoid mind started overanalyzing as well. Your thoughts were overflooded with worry, refraining you from getting the rest of your workload out of the way.

After having struggled with your inner self for what you thought was long enough, you decided to simply call it night. Jaebum was probably going to come over any minute now, you reassured yourself. Wrapping yourself in a blanket-cocoon, you drifted off to sleep.

Your own gasping woke you up from your slumber as you caught your breath, noticing your figure dripping with sweat. It took you a few moments to recollect the nightmare you had been experiencing. The tears started on their own accord and you let them, feeling too overwhelmed to fight back.

"Hey baby, you okay?"

Your violent awakening had woken up your worried boyfriend. You tried to wipe the tears before he could tell something was wrong.

"Yeah, just a bad dream."

He came into a seated position, a frown prominent on his face.

"If it was just that, you wouldn't be crying." His gaze softened, his thumb wiping the tears away.

You bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons of you telling him what was really on your mind. The pros won.

"I was just really worried since you weren't coming home and I couldn't study, and now I had a nightmare that you actually died." At this point, you were already in tears.

Jaebum brought you close to his chest, comforting you to the best of his ability. He caressed your hair softly and whispered encouraging (at least he hoped) words to get you to cheer up. When you finally looked up, he noticed how puffy your eyes now were and he couldn't help the sad smile his face wore.

"I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N). Let's get back to sleep, I'll be the big spoon okay?"

You nodded and settled into the homey position. Cuddling with Jaebum had always made you feel better, no matter how bad you felt. There was just this utter safety about his arms that you couldn't explain. His arm rested on your waist, to ensure you were still there and you felt his head settling in the crook of your neck. You smiled, suddenly forgetting everything about your previous nightmare and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Jaebum was already out of bed once you woke up- the only sign of his existence being the faint smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon spreading from the kitchen to your bedroom. You smiled in delight and as you watched him cook for you, you realized how much you had lucked out. Jaebum treated you like a queen, something that couldn't be said for everyone's first love.

Your friends had decided that you needed to go out more and meet some new people. They dragged you out of your house to a fun summer rooftop party that they had heard about. When you step out of the elevator to the roof, you gasp in wonder. Fireflies float aimlessly in the air while the moon glows in the hot night. The red couches are arranged so everyone can talk easily with fairy lights twinkling above them. You look around at the never-ending magical oasis and smile. You feel so at home here.

As you stand gazing at the stars, your friends immediately get whisked away by some guys that they know. You don't mind though, you’re okay just enjoying the night. You continue to stand, your hair being ruffled by the playful night breeze. Suddenly you look up to see a handsome man looking your way. You feel flustered immediately, and you shoot him a bashful smile. “He’s so cute! Maybe I should talk to him... But I’ll probably embarrass myself”, you think. But you don’t have a choice, because the man starts walking towards you.

You self consciously swipe your hair out of your face and mentally prepare yourself. The guy finally stops in front of you. “The stars are beautiful, aren’t they,” he says with a cute little smile. “Yeah...They really are.” You sigh in wonder. You start to feel comfortable around him even though you had only shared a few words. He has a certain feeling about him that you like. A lot. “You’re very pretty, I really like your hair,” he says nervously. “Thanks!” You reply. “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe he said that!” You think to yourself. “I just need to keep the conversation going!” But just as you think that, the lights flicker once then turn off. “Oh no!” You both exclaim at once.

You look at him and he stares back at you. “It looks like this party is over. It’s a shame we didn’t get to talk longer,” He says with his eyes still searching yours. “Yeah. I’ll miss you,” you say unexpectedly. He raises his eyebrows and says, “Me...Me too.” After a bit of silence, he breaks eye contact and looks down shyly. “Let me take you home,” he says. You look at him. You want to go with him. But what about your friends? They need you. And what are you thinking?! You barely even know this guy! “Sorry, but my friends are…” You look around the roof. Only a few people remain, and your friends are nowhere to be seen. “Uhhh, never mind. Please take me home.”

He gives you a sweet smile and leads you to the elevator. He presses the button lightly. When it doesn't work, he jams on the button and rolls his eyes dramatically. You laugh at him and jam on the button too. The rusty elevator finally creaks open and the two of you get inside. “I hope this elevator doesn’t break,” you say nervously. “Don’t say that! You’ll make it come true!” He teases you playfully. “But if it were to break, I would be glad that I’m with you...Is it weird to say that?” He says to you. “No of course it isn-AH” You exclaim. The elevator rocks violently then stops moving. You both look at each other in surprise with your eyes wide open. “It did come true!” You say.

To be truthful, you were scared. You had never experienced something like this before. But he made you feel safe. Your brow furrows as you try to stay calm. The man takes your hands as if he can sense what you’re feeling. “It’s gonna be okay…umm...Actually I never got your name. I’m sorry. I know now's not the time for socializing.” “Its y/n.” You say. Oh wow, that’s pretty”, he says. “I’m Youngjae. Nice to meet you.” “Now’s not the time! We’re stuck in an elevator!” You say. Suddenly a voice comes on the intercom. “We’re trying to get the elevator working. It should be an hour.” You sigh inwardly. An hour? It was late and you had to get home! You had to tell your friends about Youngjae. And to be honest, you’re scared. Very scared. It must have shown on your face because the next thing you know, Youngjae’s hands are on yours and he’s calming you down. “Hey. We can get through this. It’s only gonna be an hour.” He says sweetly, looking into your eyes.

He sits you down on the floor. “Here, I’ll calm you down. Don’t worry.” Then he starts singing a beautiful melody. “I’m missing your face, missing your face, your eyes look at me, the lips that kissed me,” You look up at him in surprise, your glassy eyes blinking away tears from stress. You were speechless. His voice...was perfect. It carried so much emotion. As Youngjae sits down, he looks over at you to admire your face and courage. Even when you cry, you look beautiful. You rest your head on his lap, so tired from fear, and from the party, and from everything. He strokes your hair as you drift off into your own thoughts.

About an hour later, you wake up. The doors are still tightly jammed shut, the elevator isn’t going anywhere. You sigh. Your head is still on Youngjae’s lap. You lift it off and stand up. You don’t feel stress, Youngjae makes you feel okay. He stands up as well and faces you. “At least I had a good time with you at the party,” he says. “Yeah…” You trail off. “This is usually how a date ends,” You laugh. “Yeah but...there’s one thing missing,” Youngjae says. You look at him, confused. Then he slowly starts leaning in, slightly tilting his head. You smile and stand on your toes, you can feel his lips not far from yours. As you close the distance, you suddenly feel a woosh of air that blows your hair as the elevator opens and a team of firefighters stand in the doorway.