title; Three Years Laterauthor; metaphoricalsrating; Mtype; Oneshotgenre; Romance / Angstfeaturing; GOT7’s Markplot; "You know I love your angry face."warning; Sexy time ahead. But this is probably one of the tamest smuts that I’ve written because it’s an old one. I still do hope you enjoy.

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I tapped my fingers on the table, sighing deeply. With my chin rested on my left hand, I picked the coffee up and took a sip. It’s been a while since I had been out alone in a foreign country. Well not so foreign actually, since Korea was originally my motherland before my family migrated to LA when I was five. I can barely remember any memory that I had when we stayed in Korea so this warm feeling of anxiety is still very new to me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m finally back in my home country or because I’m meeting Mark again after three years.
Looking around the café, I wondered what it could be that’s taking Mark too long. We agreed to meet at four o’clock but it’s now five and there is still no sign of him. I didn’t want to assume anything but could it be that he flaked out on me? Mark was never really one to make me wait. For the two years that we have been together, he was always the one to be waiting for me. But I guess things do change, and I can’t blame him. The relationship that we had couldn’t really be considered good history.
When the second hand of my watch ticked at twelve, I sighed and stood up. I guess that’s it. I’ve waited an hour and he didn’t show up, not even a call or a text message. I suppose he didn’t really have plans on meeting me. Maybe he still can’t forget what happened three years ago.
Well honestly, he isn’t the only one.
Taking a turn, I dragged my heels towards the door. I sling my bag on my shoulder and ran my hands through my hair. If he didn’t want to see me, he shouldn’t have agreed to meet in the first place. Seriously, it would save us both time and—
 “Couldn’t you have waited longer?”
I turned around at the sound of that familiar voice. Mark was holding my left arm, ceasing me to move. He was wearing huge glasses and a beanie, covering as much skin as he could. The only thing that I could see was the mischievous smile on his lips. Oh how could I forget.
“You’ve been here all this time?” I turned to face him when he finally let go of my arm. I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms, “Are you making fun of me?”
Mark didn’t seem to take it seriously and just snickered, “I’ve been here earlier, been watching you from the time you came in. I just wanted to know how much you’re willing to wait for me” He took his glasses off before continuing, “I’m actually impressed you waited for an hour. I was thinking ten, maybe five minutes but you waited longer. I’m surprised”
“You’re so amused.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. I walked back to my table and Mark followed as he snickered. “You really love watching me huh?” I questioned, more like teased, him as I took a seat. Mark took his beanie off and remained silent as he took the seat across mine. He was much more handsome now. His shoulders were wider and his voice was deeper, but the way he looked at me was still as how I remembered it. “Your angry face made me laugh.” 
I narrowed my eyes playfully at him and asked “What’s this cover up all about? Don’t tell me you’re a notorious criminal or something.” Mark let out a small laugh before answering “Let’s say, girls might scream if they recognise me.”
When did he get so greasy?
“Are you a rapist?” I spoke with overflowing sarcasm, laughing heartily. Mark laughed along with me and soon enough, out laughter filled that corner of the café. The sound of his deep voice echoed through my ear, following a familiar rhythm with my heartbeat. It’s been a long time since I have laughed like this. It’s as though butterflies could just fly out of my chest anytime. This happy feeling seems very strange to me, but it was good. Too good to be true.
“No I actually debuted as a rapper a few months ago. I need to be cautious or fans can just mob us.” He explained, speaking matter-of-factly. I made an ‘O’ shape with my lips and nodded. Of course I knew. It has been his dream for the longest time now. I can still remember how happy he looked when he passed the auditions. It was like he’s flying with rainbow unicorns. I’m glad to know he finally came to realize that dream.
“So, do you wanna take a walk? You’ve been sitting here for too long.” he asked, a small smile plastered on his face. “If that won’t risk your chance of getting caught by the fangirls, then I’m ok with that.” I joked, letting out a giggle. I guess he still has that effect on me. It’s like a habit, smiling and laughing around him. With just simple expressions like raising his brows jokingly, or showing off his 1000 megawatt smile, I would laugh my heart out. Mark is one of the few people who could make me deliriously happy.
He stood up, obviously agreeing, and motioned me to take the lead “After you.” Again, I giggled and stood up picking my bag up and walked ahead. I know he was walking right behind me because I can feel a certain sense of protection. He kept a significant distance between us but somehow, his aura still emanated through me. His presence was intoxicating.
As we stepped out the café, we found our way to a park nearby. Mark decided to meet up at the outer suburbs of Seoul, just so there wouldn’t be as much people around. There were a few couples at the park. Some kids who were playing, some vendors, but other than that the place looked peaceful. The weather was fair, not very hot like yesterday. Just perfect for a walk. 
“So have you been back to LA? I heard your family has been sponsoring the church.” I initiated the conversation. I lifted my head up to look at him and saw that he was in deep thought. Mark looked forward before he spoke “Mom has always wanted to volunteer for the church. I’m happy I could help her somehow.”
I knew. Back in middle school all through high school, the two of us would to participate in charity events hosted by the church. Our parents were both devout Christians and our families were really good friends. So when we broke up, everyone knew. But no one knew why.
“That’s good to hear.” was all I came up with. I didn’t want to drag the topic, afraid that it might lead to something sensitive. Also, the look on his face told me that he didn’t want me talking about his family. I looked down on the brick path, contemplating on what to say next.
“I think we should—” before Mark could finish his sentence, it started to rain. “Shoot!” he cursed. He used to curse that way because his parents didn’t want anyone cursing at home. I giggled at his cuteness. “Let’s go to that shed.” he announced, holding my hand and pulling me along with him as he ran. My heart started beating faster, along with the butterflies that were starting to form on my stomach. “Why are you laughing?” he asked when he noticed. 
I’m happy. I’m happy, Mark. I’m laughing because I’m happy. I’m happy that you’re holding my hand just like you used to. I’m happy that you’re protecting me. I’m happy that you still care for me. I’m happy because I’m here with you right now.
“I can’t run so fast! I’m wearing heels!” I giggle as I shouted through the pouring rain. “Can we stop for a sec?” I let go of his hand to take off my shoes. “There. Let’s go!” I took his hands again, pulled him along with me and ran faster. The feel of the water pouring down on me was refreshing. The cold wind kissing my skin made me shiver a little. Mark’s hand on mine kept me warm. I smiled and looked back at him and found that he was staring at me. “Run!”
After running half a lap, we finally reached the shed and we were both panting. I let my bag and shoes down on the bench as I sat down. Mark took a seat beside me, ruffling his hair. I looked at him closely. He has grown so much since I last saw him. The twinkle in his eyes, the way his face shines whenever he smiles, even that prominent jawline. Everything about him was so beautiful, and yet somehow he still looked sad.
“Uhm I think I have to go.” Mark announced, standing from the bench. I wore my heels on, got my bag and stood beside him. “Is it fine if you go like that? I mean, you’re Mark Tuan after all. If I could offer you anything, I’d be glad to.” I spoke like a total fan, making him smile awkwardly. “I’d take that as a yes.”
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“Welcome to my humble abode.” I said as I opened the door to my apartment. Stepping it, I flicked on the lights and motioned him to come inside. “Feel at home.” I kicked my heels off and turned left walking to my room. I dropped my bag on the bed and got some fresh clothes. I was on my way out when I remembered Mark. He needed to get changed too. So then I walked back to the closet and pulled the very last shirt on the farthest mound. It was his shirt. The one he gave me when I slept over at their house once. I wonder if he’ll remember.
I walked out of my room and found Mark standing in front of the table with pictures frames on it. He was staring at them with an oblivious look on his face. The emotion in his eyes gave me goosebumps. It was very strong yet I can’t seem to put my fingers on what it means.
“I’ll just take a quick shower. If you need something to eat, there’s pizza in the fridge. You can just microwave it.” My voice seems to have interrupted his trail of thoughts. “By the way, you might want to wear this.” I walked over to him and offered him the shirt. It was a simple white oversized shirt, nothing fancy. But the warmth that lingered on it meant so much to me. I wear it everytime I feel lonely or stressed because it relaxes me somehow.
He stared at the shirt in my hand and just all of a sudden, he started taking his jumper off. I was taken aback when he threw the jumper on the sofa and continued with his tank top. He pulled it from the back and slowly got out of the shirt. The sight of his muscles flexing made me feel mushy. He threw the top on the sofa with the jumper and reached out for the shirt in my hand. “Thanks.” he spoke in a monotone.
“You’re welcome. I—I’ll put this on the drier.” stuttering, I picked his clothes up from the sofa and quickly turned to walk towards the bathroom. I tried my hardest to avoid his gaze. I wanted to get out of that room but stopped when I suddenly heard his voice. “Why did you leave?”
“Three years ago, without saying anything to anyone.. why did you leave?” his tone was haunting. His voice was low but it had a certain stance to it. I swallowed hard, my throat drying making me unable to speak. I didn’t know if it was because I can’t find my voice, or I didn’t know what to tell him. Either way, I remained standing in the middle of my living room, his clothes on my hands which scent is slowly making its way to my nose. Captivating me some more.
I could hear his footsteps get louder as he walked towards me. Afraid with what he’ll say next I finally answered, “I had to do it for both of us.” I didn’t move. I was staring straight ahead, the sound of my deep breathing filling my ears. It was true though, I did what I did because of him. At eighteen, it was everything I could do. And I know I did the right thing.
“You did it for us? You left me, you walked out of everyone’s life and you’re saying you did it for us? Really?”
His tone was mocking. He was starting to raise his voice and now listening to him like this, I know exactly how he feels. He’s angry, and hurt. But I can feel his pain more than his fury. When I found the strength to finally face Mark, I found him scoffing and looking away. Probably because he has held everything in all this time and the sudden outburst of emotion was too much to handle. 
“What else could I do? You had your dream in front of you but you hesitated. You started thinking twice because of me! And I had my dreams in front of me too! I got a scholarship to France but I was ready to give it all up if you told me you can’t see me walk away!” My eyes were starting to sting and my voice was shaking. I was gripping onto his clothes as I looked at him. And he was looking back at me. “I can’t let that happen to us.”
I saw the look of pain and disbelief in his eyes as he bit his lower lip. “I didn’t want you to choose between me and your dream so I made the decision for both of us.” I was crying. Tears started streaming down my face as he looked at me and raise his voice even louder. “Dream? You were my dream! You were everything!” He choked on his emotions, his eyes getting watery. “You didn’t even give me a say. You forgot there were two of us in that relationship! If you have told me, we could have figured something out!”
I was sobbing so I looked down and covered my face with my free hand “Instead what did you do? You decided on your own! You thought you had the answers to everything! You were selfish! You left me hanging and waiting all these years!” He breathe in deeply, trying to calm himself down. “And now what? You’re walking into my life again? Like nothing happened?”
He was screaming out three years of heartache right now. Three years of patiently waiting. Three years of pain all bottled up. And now he seems to be letting it all out. Mark was angry, and I understood. It was all my fault. He was right, I was being selfish. I made decisions on my own thinking that it would hurt him less, but I was wrong. It hurt him even more. I hurt the person I love the most, trying to protect him. And most importantly I was hurting myself. 
“I’m sorry.” I spoke in between sobs “I’m so sorry Mark.”
It was everything I could muster at the moment. My head was pounding loudly and I can’t think straight with tears still running down my face. I held his clothes close to my chest and continued crying. The tears from my eyes just won’t stop. It was as though I was crying out three years of mixed emotions. All the memories I had with Mark came crashing down on me and they were worth more than all the tears I can cry.
Just then, all of a sudden, I felt Mark’s arm around me and his lips on top of mine. My eyes widened when I realized what he was doing. His right hand was holding my face and his thumb was wiping away my tears as he continued to kiss me. He had his eyes close and soon enough mine was too. I dropped his shirt on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to kiss him back. Mark kissed me lovingly as his hands moved to the back of my head, leaning in closer. He moved towards me, as if chasing my lips, and slowly walked us near my room. I found myself between him and the wall, slowly opening my eyes as he stopped kissing me. “You don’t know how much I resisted doing that from the time I saw you.”
His eyes were talking to me, speaking of burning desire. It was then when he lifted me up from the floor, supporting me with his muscular arms. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him passionately as he walked in my room. I took my coat off with one hand while the other was still tied around Mark’s neck. I can’t help but gasp when his warm hands started roaming inside my wet shirt. His warm touch on my cold skin gave me a burning sensation. I threw my coat to the floor just in time when Mark threw both out bodies to the bed.
He took advantage of the situation. The moment I gasped, he kissed me more passionately, making his tongue roam around my mouth. I didn’t complain. The feel of his soft lips and way his tongue moves inside my mouth made me moan. I opened my eyes and ran my hands through his hair. I missed this feeling the most. The feeling of having him in my arms.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered, blowing his hot breath on my face. I smiled and playfully whispered back, “Take your shirt off.” We both giggled. He kneeled up, his thighs on either side of me and slowly took his shirt off. He was teasing. Even before, he liked teasing me. And I love it when he does that.
“I didn’t expect you’d still have that shirt.” he spoke in a soft tone. He was pushing himself up with his arms on either side of my head. I was delighted by the sight of his toned biceps. His wide shoulders framed his torso perfectly. “Do you fantasize about me a lot?” he teased with over flowing grease.
Instead of answering, I pushed myself up on my elbow and started kissing him again. The way he kissed me back seems to have sufficed the longing feeling that we had for three years. He devoured my lips like he didn’t ever wanna stop. I moaned in pleasure as I tried to find air. This boy didn’t seem to have plans on stopping anytime soon.
“Hnng.” Mark let out a soft moan when my hand reached for his abdomen. Maybe it was my cold touch that triggered his soft spot. He lifted my shirt up in return. His hands slowly got rid of the cloth covering my skin. When he got to my bra, he immediately pulled my shirt up locking my arms above my head. He smirked at the sight of me and placed a peck on my lips. I trying lifting myself up to follow his lips but he would raise his head higher making me unable to kiss him. He did it for several times until I was too pissed to even try. “You know I love your angry face.” 
And then he leaned in for the hungriest kiss yet. It was like he’s eating my lips. With every twist that his head would make, I moaned. It hurts so good I never wanted to stop. Mark on the other hand, was struggling to take my pants off. We’re a little impatient now eh? I smiled at his failed attempts.
I pushed him off me to sit up and take it off myself. He smiled at me and took his pants off as well. We were breathing heavy in front of each other when all of a sudden he whispered to my ear, “When did you become so sexy?” I blushed at the feel of his hot breath on my ear lobe. “Ever since you became so cheesy.”
He pushed me to the bed, both of us naked now. “Opps, that’s for me.” he stopped me when I started unhooking my bra. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra himself. He drew invisible lines on my arms as he finally took it off me, revealing my totally naked body. “You look so sinful.” he whispered before attacking me again. 
His lips were on mine while his hands roamed around my body, feeling every part of me. He massaged my breasts making me gasp every now and then, giving him chance to insert his tongue inside my mouth. He continued kissing my jaw, going down to my chest. When he met my breasts, he took one in his mouth and the other in his hand. I let out a loud moan when he bit my nipple and licked it tenderly. He moved to the other sucking my nipple repeatedly. My back automatically arc at the sensation he gave me.
Mark continued kissing me way down, meeting my belly button and finally my entrance. He stretched my thighs wide open and dove in. He was kissing every bit of me. He was licking my entrance in a way that drove me to heaven. His soft and wet tongue did wonders. He would plant light kisses on it every now and then. It tickled me and I would look at him and giggle at his cuteness. Then all of a sudden, he ate all of me. “Ugh Mark!” I screamed.
He stayed in that position for a couple of minutes and when he noticed that I was totally wet, he licked his way up running his tongue through my belly button, in between my boobs and finally meeting my lips. He gave me a short kiss before asking me “Are you ready baby?”
I knew exactly what he meant and I nodded without hesitation. He positioned himself on top of me and looked at me for the last time before he slid himself in me ever so slowly. “Ahh..” I let out a loud gasp, making my chest rise in the process. Mark stopped for a moment then slowly pulled himself out. I bit my lips, not wanting to interrupt his pace. When he slid himself in on me again, it started feeling good. I gripped tightly on the sheets as Mark continued going in and out of me, his pace getting faster with every thrust. When he finally steadied his pace, I opened my eyes and saw his staring lovingly at me. His sweaty forehead made him even more handsome and I just had to kiss him right at that moment.
He smiled at my action and pulled me up so I am now sitting on his lap, his member still inside me. Mark started getting in and out of me faster and I bounced on him as he did so. My legs were tied around his waist, and we were both sweating like crazy. I hugged him as he continued thrusting inside me. “I love you so much.” I whispered to his ear. He supported my hips and went even deeper into me. “Ugh! Oh my god Mark please!” I was breathing heavily and so was he. We were breathing in synch with each other. I bit his shoulder getting ready for what he’s gonna do next.
He slowly, very very slowly, pulled himself out of me and with a quick deep thrust, pushed himself in. At that very moment, my mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors. We both reached our climax and I felt his hot seeds fill me. Mark laid us both down and got himself out before he finally collapsed on top of me. After resting for a minute, he looked at me and moved the hair out of my face. He caressed my cheek and kissed it before speaking “All these years and this is all I was waiting for.”
We were looking straight to each other’s eyes and all I can see now is love. All of the wounds from the past were now forgotten. We’re together again at last. All those years, all those pain and heartaches, all those tears, because of this moment, they all faded away. I guess I did make the right decision. If it took us three years to prove that we truly love each other, I indeed made the right decision.
Three years may have passed, but the fact that I am in this man’s arms right now, it is all that matters.
With a soft expression on my face, I looked straight at Mark and said “Let’s do it again.”

title; Three Years Later
author; metaphoricals
rating; M
type; Oneshot
genre; Romance / Angst
featuring; GOT7’s Mark
plot; "You know I love your angry face."
warning; Sexy time ahead. But this is probably one of the tamest smuts that I’ve written because it’s an old one. I still do hope you enjoy.

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How would mark jr and jackson react to his girlfriend that rarely ever cries, cry in front of him... Like sniffling really hard saying that her heart hurt(emotionally ofc)

Here you go! Sorry if it took so long. Thank you for requesting :)

1 note   •   July 20 2014, 08:42 PM

Don't Cry

37 notes   •   July 20 2014, 08:41 PM

The ask box will be temporarily closed as I try to do the request that have been submitted earlier. I hope all of you understand! It should be open again soon. Thank you for the patience! :)

0 notes   •   July 16 2014, 10:15 PM
first time sleeping with jackson/jb/mark? (doesn't have to be smut)

Here you go! Sorry if it took a long time for me to get on it. I tried not to make it too smutty, if you may. Anyway, thanks for the request! :)

2 notes   •   July 16 2014, 10:13 PM

First Time

41 notes   •   July 16 2014, 10:11 PM
Hey, not an ask but just want to know your opinion. Have you seen r&i with jb? It was filmed back in 2012, i guess. I really want to know your thoughts about it 'cause he was so mean and aweful there. Such a bitch. I can't like him now :(

I haven’t watched any episode of Romantic Idol so I checked some of JB’s cuts from the show just now and to me he just looked mostly nervous. I might have to see more of the show to understand what you’re talking about. We’re all aware that JB has a temper though right? (As Jackson has very kindly mentioned) But I think he could control it better now. I mean, nobody’s perfect anyway, it’s just part of his personality.

And don’t feel the need to force yourself to like him. It’s your prerogative as a fan to have favourites (biases) and least favourites. It doesn’t make you a bad fan, it makes you human.

1 note   •   July 15 2014, 10:29 AM
#replies   
Can I have Jinyoung and you disliking each other until you two have to pair up together for something and things start flowing? ^^ :3

Here you go! Not quite “paired up” but the idea is there. I should be writing other earlier requested stuff but I’m just having a lot of Jinyoung feels recently, I had to do something with it. Sorry if the oneshot was random though. I think I’m having writer’s block lawd halp

Anyway thanks for requesting!

1 note   •   July 15 2014, 01:18 AM

title; Just Relaxauthor; metaphoricalsrating; Ktype; Oneshotgenre; Romance / Flufffeaturing; GOT7’s JRplot; “We all have that cute classmate that we always annoy but have a secret crush on.”warning; I don’t even know how to write anymore. Random blurb ahead.

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"So, this schoolmate of yours that’s coming over, is she a girl?" Jackson shimmies over to Jinyoung on the couch and nudges his shoulder. Pausing the game that he was playing and rolling his eyes, the younger boy replies, "For the hundredth time, yes. Is she pretty? I don’t know. Does she have a boyfriend? I don’t know. Is she tall? No. Are we close? No. Do I like her? No. Can I introduce you to her? I’ll introduce all of you to her at the same time so if you want to stand out wear a costume or something. Anything else you wanna know?" It was obvious with his tone that he’s had enough of all those inquiries for one day. Since that morning, when Jinyoung told JB that one of his classmates from drama class is coming over for a school project, he has been pestered with all these questions and he was just having none of it anymore.
Jackson who now had his body sprawled out on the sofa in overreaction crossed his arms before propping himself up and tilting his head “How can you not know if she’s pretty?” Wiggling his eyebrows he continued, speaking in a teasing tone, "Ayyy~ You think she’s pretty, don’t you? You just don’t want to admit it." Jackson then proceeded to poke the younger boy wherever he could get him, causing the later to lose grip on the XBOX controller and screaming. "Yah!!! Stop! I’m going to lose!" And that he did.
A loud, high-pitched laughter filled the living room, a delirious Jackson flailing on the floor. After successfully ruining Jinyoung’s game, Mr. self-proclaimed ’Wild and Sexy’ continued to tease the younger saying "Come on, it’s okay. We all have that cute classmate that we always annoy but have a secret crush on." "I don’t have a crush on her." "If you don’t have a crush on this girl, why are you blushing?"
That pointless bickering lasted for a good ten minutes and amidst all the noise in the living room, both you and Jackson failed to hear the door bell ring. Coming from his room with hands over his ears, Yugyeom didn’t bother with his squabbling hyungs and just went straight to the door to answer it. "Annyeong haseyo." You bowed when the door opened. "Annyeong haseyo. Can I help you?" Yugyeom bowed back and smiled at you. "I was just wondering if Jinyoung is here? I’m his classmate." Hoping he understood your broken Korean, you smiled awkwardly and showed him your school ID. "Ah, deh! I apologise for my rudeness. I’m Yugyeom, the maknae. It’s nice to meet you noona." The boy then opened the door, making way for you to get inside.
When you reached the living room, Jinyoung’s back was turned towards you and before Yugyeom could tell him that you have arrived, the aforementioned started a slur of monologue to defend himself from Jackson’s accusations.
"Why would I like her? Huh? She always teases me. That grin on her face every time I speak in English. Psh, just because she could speak it fluently. Always notices my hair, even the way I sit! Can you believe that? She’s a pain in the ass."
Korean is still a fairly new language to you so half of what he said didn’t really register, but when he mentioned the bit about speaking English fluently, you caught on. He was talking about you. "She speaks English fluently? Is she from the US?" Jackson looks pass Jinyoung’s shoulder to you all of a sudden and asks "Are you from the US?"
"Yeah. Hi." Raising your hand in a stiff wave, you awkwardly curved one corner of your lips. "What? Why— How did you get in?" Jinyoung asked in a panicked voice, his eyes as huge as saucers. "I let her in." Yugyeom replied. "Why didn’t you tell me?!" "Your English is good. Are you from the US?" Jinyoung and you spoke at the same time. "You and Jackson hyung were screaming at each other." "No, I’m from Hongkong." Yugyeom and Jackson replied, respectively giving you both an answer.
The ruckus in the living room was creating too much noise that the rest of the boys started to get out of their room. "What’s happening here?" JB walked in, hands on hips, looking at all of you with a confused expression. Jackson explained what happened and ended up being the one to introduce you to the group. "I’m Jackson by the way." He said, walking towards you and holding out his hand. Shaking Jackson’s hand, you introduced yourself to him saying "I’m ‘pain in the ass’. Nice to meet you." then giving Jinyoung a meaningful side glance.
Fortunately, the rest of the boys didn’t completely understand what you told Jackson in English so you proceeded to introduce yourself to them in Korean. "Mark." The oldest of the group introduced simply. "Where in the US are you from?" He casually asked in English. You told him you were from San Francisco and he told you he’s from LA, starting a whole conversation about California.
After a while of chitchat, Jackson telling you to ‘go easy’ on Jinyoung (his exact words were "You intimidate him. Just take it easy.") and the maknaes teasing their hyung about how he’s the first member to ever bring a girl to the dorm, you and Jinyoung were finally left alone in the living room to attend to your project. Jinyoung sat down on the sofa, nervously shifting as he tried not to look at you. "Here are the notes from last week." You placed a notebook down on the sofa between the two of you as you sat down. "And here’s your copy of the script for the play." Placing a folder on top of the notebook, you looked at Jinyoung with furrowed brows asking if he was okay.
"Yeah I— I’m fine." He stuttered his reply. Jinyoung grabbed the notebook and the folder that you gave him, still avoiding eye contact with you. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of the script, he wondered why you weren’t making a big deal of what he said about you earlier. He didn’t mean it in a bad way but he still worried that he might have offended you. It didn’t help that you were nice enough to come to his dorm on a weekend to give him materials for school. ’I should just apologise to her.' Jinyoung contemplated, staring blankly at the script.
Before he could speak, you beat him to it by asking if he wanted to read some lines with you. Finally looking at you, seemingly surprised by how normal you sounded, not a tinge of mockery or sarcasm or anger in your voice, Jinyoung nodded. You turned your body towards his direction and told him to face you before you started reading lines from the first act. "I’ll read all the other characters, you read your lines. Okay?" He replied with an affirmative, shaking off the random thoughts in his head and now focusing on the script.
Being director of the play that was going to determine the grades of your whole drama class is a huge responsibility. You have been working your ass off since the start of the semester just to make sure everything’s where it needs to be. So far, you have been meeting the timeframe expectation that you have set and you were confident that this play is going to be a success. 
Putting your hair up in a messy bun and whipping out a pencil from your bag, you scooted closer to Jinyoung on the sofa to write notes on his script. Not noticing the flinch that Jinyoung did, you mindlessly scribbled on the script, resting the folder on his knee. As you talked, discussing some ad-libs that he could do on stage if he ever forget anything from the script, all that Jinyoung could do was nod. It took everything in him to control himself from moving those stray strands of hair on your face and tucking it behind your ear.
Sitting straight and holding his tensed muscles so he won’t tremble, Jinyoung tapped his fingers on his other knee in a desperate attempt to look normal. When he caught a whiff of your scent as you flip through the pages of the script, he had to hold a deep breath in and slowly, very slowly exhale so it won’t come out as a sigh. 'She's not even trying' He thought, looking at you. 'How does she do it without even trying?'
Dressed in a grey V-neck shirt, classic skinny jeans and black socks, the last thing anyone would think if they looked at you is that you tried. And indeed you didn’t. You’re not really the type to spend too much time on hair, make-up and clothes. Comfortable. That was more your style. "It suits your personality though. Cool and laid back, but could get shit done." your friends would say, commenting about your look. Not that it mattered because you literally could and would wear anything as long as it fits and it’s clean.
Adjusting yourself on the sofa and reading lines from the last act, you noticed the change in the pitch of his voice as he delivered his lines. "Maybe you can read the rest by yourself? You’re going to the next rehearsals anyway, right?" "Yeah, yes. Yeah." Jinyoung replied a bit too eagerly, nodding. "Alright then." Closing your folder and putting it back in your bag, you took out a roll of tape measure and a small notebook. "I just need to get your measurements for the costume and we’re done."
Jinyoung panicked but quickly complied, avoiding as much eye contact as he could as you took his measurements. He blinked fast and looked up at the ceiling as you took his neck measurement for the collar of his costume. 'Should I lean down? No no no it's gonna look like we're kissing.'
Lost in his random thoughts of panic and self-confusion, Jinyoung didn’t realise when you finished taking his measurements. He was still standing straight when you started packing your bag and slinging it on your shoulder. A bit embarrassed, he quickly slouched his shoulder and tucked his hands inside his pockets and casually asked you if there was anything that he should do. "Just attend the rehearsals. You should be good."
Responding with a nod, both of you stood in silence for a while before Jinyoung finally spoke. "I’m sorry… about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean to offend you." Humming a response, you smiled and fiddled with the strap of your bag. "It’s partly my fault too. I could be really annoying sometimes." Jinyoung playfully nodded in agreement, making both of you chuckle. "Just to be clear though, I think your English is good. It’s just so cute when you pronounce each word so properly, you know? You always sound like you’re trying to prove something to someone."
Jinyoung tried to process what you just told him but all that registered in his brain was ‘Cute cute cute cute cute.’
"And you know how you sit with your knees together? You look like a kid sometimes, it’s adorable. Like a puppy that you just wanna pet." You said as you extended an arm to reach the top of his head and stroke it. "Yah, I’m barely a year younger than you." Jinyoung jokingly muttered. For the first time that night, he finally talked to you with ease. You smiled at each other, Jinyoung shaking and lowering his head to his flushed cheeks.
"Just don’t take everything so seriously, yeah?" "Does that mean I’m forgiven?" He answered your question with another question, tilting his head and waiting for your reply. "Well, if you’ll let me do something then we’re even." "What is it?"
After rummaging through your bag for a sharpie, you carefully held Jinyoung’s bandaged hand and turned it palm up as you started to scribbled down something on his cast. "So you’ll always remember to smile." You murmured as you proceeded to write his name down in big bold letters and then filling them in with letters to read out a phrase:

Just Relax☺

"When you’re on stage, whenever you’re feeling nervous, or anxious," You continued to speak, drawing the smiley face. "Don’t forget to just relax. JR. It’s even in your name!" Chuckling and smiling at him, you put your Sharpie back in your bag and said your goodbyes. Jinyoung wanted to walk you to the parking lot but you refused, telling him that you can manage. "I’ll be fine. Just relax." Grinning, you waved at him before finally walking down the hallway of the building.
That night, as Jinyoung laid alone in his room, he can’t help but think back to all the times that he saw you smiling at him. That one time at the university quadrangle when an international student asked you for direction, you didn’t think he sounded stupid. Quite the opposite actually, you thought he was cute. All those times when he would feel conscious because you’d be giggling to yourself as he sat across from you in the drama class circle, you actually thought he was adorable.
"Just relax." Jinyoung exhaled, staring at the doodle that you made on his hand. It was so silly. Your handwriting was crooked and the smiley had lips too wide for its face.
Shaking his head and resting his hand on his chest as he closed his eyes, and with a hushed tone, not talking to anyone in particular, he whispered, "Relax, heart. Just relax."

title; Just Relax
author; metaphoricals
rating; K
type; Oneshot
genre; Romance / Fluff
featuring; GOT7’s JR
plot; “We all have that cute classmate that we always annoy but have a secret crush on.”
warning; I don’t even know how to write anymore. Random blurb ahead.

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30 notes   •   July 15 2014, 01:16 AM

title; Rhymesauthor; metaphoricalsrating; Ktype; Drabblegenre; Romancefeaturing; GOT7’s Youngjaeplot; A story about a boy who wrote a poem about a girl.warning; I wrote this a couple of years ago about no one in particular and I thought since I don’t get requests for Youngjae oneshots or drabbles, I’m just gonna publish this for him. I wrote the poem when I was 15 so it’s cheesy as hell because isn’t that how teenagers are anyway? All those aside, I hope you enjoy this one.

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He stood up from his seat and walked slowly in front of the class. He was more than sure he would earn some mocking after he recite his poem but he couldn’t care less. Besides, he’s only doing it for one person. He didn’t give a damn about anyone else.
“Class, all ears on Mr. Choi, please.”
The English teacher shouted just so everyone in the room would hear. Loud laughter turned to muffled giggles once Miss Go hit the board with a ruler. Everyone’s attention was drawn to just one person.
Choi Youngjae.
“Erm” he cleared his throat before he started. Giggles were heard right after.

“Do you still remember the day we met? Your face was just impossible to forget”

It was just the first two lines of the poem and he already earned loud “Owws” from his classmates.
He paused for a bit, inhaled deeply then continued.

“But when you walked right by me I didn’t bet, That I will fall in love with you just yet”

He raised his head and looked straight to that girl’s eyes. That girl to whom the poem was made for.
That girl who owned his heart.

“Days passed, I thought I won’t see you again”

His tone was low.
Suddenly everyone were ceased to move. All of them had their eyes locked on Youngjae. The girls were in awe.
Except for one. 
She was wearing a smile on her face.

“Coz maybe you were sent back to heaven”

The girl slacked her jaw and rested her elbow on the table. She wanted to hear more.

“And as you leave, my heart you’ve taken Falling for an angel, could I be forgiven?”

Youngjae’s lips curved up when he saw her reaction.
She was giggling softly to her self, her eyes smiling.
Now, even the teacher was in awe. She never thought Youngjae, or anyone in her class was that good at writing rhymes. She was glad her hard work of teaching the students paid off.
But the whole class knew that it wasn’t the real reason. They knew it wasn’t because it was a requirement for the subject, nor was it the teacher’s perseverance. It was something more than that. It was much more powerful than hard work, or intelligence, or diligence.
It was love.

“But just when I was loosing hope, you came You held out your hand and asked for my name”

Not “’Owws”  but “Awws” were heard from the whole class. Miss Go unknowingly joined in the cheering.
As Youngjae ended his poem kept her eyes fixed only on that girl.

“My stomach fluttered and all I could aim”

Everyone stared quietly in anticipation.
The girl bit her lower lip, nervous and excited at the same time. She could hear her heart beat faster.

“Was for you and I to feel the same”

And through the loud cheering and clapping of the crowd, the two of them kept silent. Only their eyes were speaking. Youngjae walked back to his seat at the corner of the room nearest to the window.
He was praised by the teacher for his well-made poem. He bowed his head in gratitude.
He was happy.
No, he was more than happy. He was ecstatic.
As soon as the class got back to ‘normal’, Youngjae found a note on his table. He looked over to his right and found that she was smiling slyly to herself.
He chuckled softly to himself, opening the note that said:
“Thank you, It was beautiful.”

title; Rhymes
author; metaphoricals
rating; K
type; Drabble
genre; Romance
featuring; GOT7’s Youngjae
plot; A story about a boy who wrote a poem about a girl.
warning; I wrote this a couple of years ago about no one in particular and I thought since I don’t get requests for Youngjae oneshots or drabbles, I’m just gonna publish this for him. I wrote the poem when I was 15 so it’s cheesy as hell because isn’t that how teenagers are anyway? All those aside, I hope you enjoy this one.

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19 notes   •   July 14 2014, 02:21 PM