The moment you heard those chilling words freely flow from his twisted grin; Found you y/n.. Just made it that more obvious that he treated this like kind of sick, horrifying version of hide and seek or something.
Immediately, your first thought was to fight- you didn’t know what he had planned to do, frankly you didn’t know if this could possibly be your last day on earth. Kicking out as hard as you could, your foot connected with his chest. You watched as he basically flew back, gripping his pained chest. “Fuck!” He grunted, gasping for air.
You scurried onto your feet and just as you were about to run out of the room, his hand roughly wrapped around your ankle; viciously yanking you down. You came crashing down, your side and chin slammed against the floor- knocking the wind out of you.
Soft gasps for air escaped you as your face contorted in pain, you held you side as you rolled onto your back only to have Jackson standing over you. With you between his legs, he menacingly stared down at you- that once playful glint in his emotionless eyes disappeared and turned into what you could only describe as nightmare fuel.
Jackson knelt on top of you, roughly gripping your tender jaw, “Fucking little bitch..” He snarled, cracking is neck as if he were trying to contain his rage.
His open hand connected with your cheek drawing out a pained whine. You shut your eyes for the second time and prayed that this would all turn out to be some kind of god-awful nightmare.
He landed another vicious blow on the opposite cheek, then relished in your distressed whines. “You’re such a selfish little bitch, y/n.” Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began to stand, pulling you up to your knees, “LOOK AT ME NOW!”
You meekly whimpered as you finally opened your eyes, obeying his four-worded command. Peering up at him through your teary eyes, automatically being greeted with his demented smile. “P- Please don’t kill me..” You whimpered as tears fell from your eyes.
A deranged chuckle flowed out of him as he heard your whimpered plea. The older man clicked his tongue while shaking his head, he gently caressed the abused flesh on your face all while still holding a fistful of your hair. His expression looked semi-sympathetic, yet giggly all at one, “Oh no, no, no y/n..” He cooed, “I’m not going to kill you, sweetheart..”
You winced at his touch, and though he wasn’t being cruel now- you could only imagine the horrors that awaited for you, so you made a haphazard attempt to wiggle out of his strong grasp.
Shaking his head in disappointment, he licked his lips just before slamming you back down to the floor. You weakly grunted as the back of your head hit the icy tile and your vision became blurred. Tears streamed down the sides of your face as you tried your hardest to regain your sight, you sniffled, “Pl-Please stop..”
Though his heart ached at seeing how utterly terrified you were, he became fueled by the pent up anger he hide away for so long. As you laid there before him, crying- begging for him to stop; he reminded himself of the fact that you chose Mark over him and that you’d always choose that son of a bitch instead of him unless he intervened.
Jackson then formed his hand into a fist, hitting you twice before you finally were out. He released you now limp body from his grip and stayed there for awhile, intently observing the bruises that formed on your cherubic face. “So pretty..” He uttered out, leaning down to wipe away the tears that littered your cheeks.
Pulling out his phone, he quickly checked the time- though it didn’t feel long, the little game of hide and seek you forced him to play took a bit longer than expected. “Huh.. almost 3 already..” Throwing his head back slightly, a soft sigh flowed out of him as his hands ran through his hair.
Peering back down at your fast-bruising, unconscious body; Jackson squatted down, lightly lifting your head as if he was about to examine the areas he hit but instead just admiring how pretty you looked covered in bruises- then he began thinking about how pretty you’d look hogtied and gagged. Though many would say it was wrong, especially after everything- after all the reason you were unconscious in the first place was because of him, he felt that torturous tightness in the front of his jeans, “That has to wait..” He practically scolded himself as he lifted you up in his arms.
He couldn’t help but to admire you as he walked back to his room. “She’s finally mine..” He cooed in utter disbelief while laying you down on his bed. Walking over to his dresser, he opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some black rope and tape.
Jackson walked back over to your unconscious body, flipping you onto your stomach and placing both hands behind your back- he tightly wound the rope around your wrists and forearms, then did the same to your ankles; all while making sure you wouldn’t be able to get loose.
Once he was done, he knelt down beside you- running his long fingers through your hair. As he opened his mouth to speak, he heard someone opening the front door. Panic set in the moment he heard Youngjae and Jaebum’s voices.
“Jackson!” Jae called out followed by the sound of front door shutting behind them.
Jackson turned back to your limp, bound body. Fuck, fuck, fuck..
He immediately ripped off a piece of tape, slapping it across your mouth- then picked you up and practically tossed you into his closet, making sure to lock it after.
“Uh yeah, hyung?” He replied innocently, his panic settling down- walking out of his room, making his way to the living room with his two friends.
“How are you feeling?” His hyung asked as he reclined back onto the couch. “Also, why is the house such a mess?”
“Oh um..” Jackson replied, rubbing the back of his head as he tried coming up with some sort of excuse; he didn’t even realize how much of a mess he made because of you, “Well Coco was really hyper earlier, so I was playing with her to tire her out. She’s asleep in your room now Youngjae.”
“Ahh she’s usually never that hyper..” Youngjae replied, a concern look on his face as he made his way into the hallway, “Where’s y/n?” He suddenly asked while turning back to face him, “Mark-Hyung said she should be home by now, and that when we come home to have her call him.”
“Y/n? She hasn’t come home yet.” He replied, combing his hair back.
“Wait..” Jae cut in, tilting his head in confusion at Jackson’s statement. “If she hasn’t come home yet then..” Standing from his seat on the couch, walking over to the kitchen counter, coming back with a black bag and a phone. “Aren’t these her’s?”
Youngjae ran over to their hyung, grabbing the phone and carefully examining it, “Yeah this is her’s, Mark-Hyung’s the one that put this star sticker on the back.” He replied, turning it over then pointing at the little white star that sat at the bottom corner of the phone.
Jackson silently cursed himself as he continued to stand at the end of the hallway. How could he be so stupid? Son of a bitch..
“Yah!” Jae shouted, “Where is she? You said she hadn’t come home yet?”
“Sorry, I had fallen asleep in my room- but I think I heard her talking on the phone with her sister or something..” Jackson replied in an apologetic tone, “I kind of forgot, I was just really tired..”
“We should call Mark.” Youngjae blurted out, paying no mind to Jackson’s excuse, “He’s going to be worried if we don’t.”
“Yeah I know.” Jae replied, pulling out his phone and automatically dialing up Mark, “I’ll go let him know.”
Youngjae nodded, “I’ll go over to y/n’s sister’s place and see if she’s there.” The younger man stated, grabbing his keys as both men made their way back to the front door.
“Aren’t you guys overreacting?” Jackson blurted out as he followed them to the door.
Jae shot an agitated look back at the younger man while shaking his head, “Y/n never leaves without her phone and bag, plus when if the last time she’d take off without leaving a note or something?”
Staying there completely silent, Jackson just nodded as watched his friends rush out the door. The moment they left, an unhinged little giggle flowed out of him, “Fuck they’re stupid.” He giggled, taking pride in the fact that they automatically believed his excuse.
He began walking back towards his room; God you were right beneath their noses and they didn’t even realize that. Hilarious.
As he walked into his room, he heard the wonderful sound of your muffled cries. He opened his closet door, peering down at your squirming body. “Let’s get you home before they come back, shall we babygirl?”
Sunshine about to steal all the Ahgase fanbase once they find out this hidden talent and I will be standing in the back with a stop sign because y'all have slept on my bias for too long. I feel like no one has seen this so I’m bringing it back around. His flow was so natural and the way he delivered it was like he has been part of the rap line since day one. JYP and GOT7 please write more songs where he raps….it is a must have. Youngjae is truly the all arounder in this group, along side Jackson and Yugyeom. This talent is too real man. But lowkey if you haven’t listened to any of their Japanese album you need to! And don’t forget to listen to their new one ‘Hey Yah’.
“I’m not going out there, Jay.” You looked your boyfriend in the eye and crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s too cold.”
“Ah, c'mon! I just want to hang out with you, ______. We can just sit on the porch!” Jaehyun whined, laying his head on your thighs, looking up at you.
“You know how I am this time of year, Jaehyun. I can get sick in the blink of an eye because of the cold!
“Just bundle up. Winter clothing has a purpose, you know.”
“I don’t have gloves or a scarf.”
“I can lend you a scarf, but I only have gloves for me.”
“Then I’m not going out! My hands have to be warm, too!” You pouted.
Jaehyun sat up from his spot on your legs and grabbed your hands. “I’ll just hold your hands the entire time! It’ll keep them warm.”
“Yah, Jae. You’re so corny.” You laughed as you snuggled closer into Jaehyun’s chest as the two of you sat on the bench on the porch, enjoying the quiet. Jaehyun squeezed your hands, making sure they were as warm as possible in the cold, snowy weather.
“Hey, my corny plan is working, though. You haven’t complained once that you’re cold and you haven’t shown any sickness symptoms.” He smiled a large smile, his dimples and nose crinkles showing.
You faked a sneeze. “Jaehyun I’m cold~” You pretended, digging your face in his chest, and he put both of your hands up to his mouth, softly breathing his warm breath to keep them warm. You laughed at how protective your boyfriend was when it came to how cold you were.
“I was just joking, Jay. You’re keeping me warm.”
yo im sorry this one isnt that good ?? idk today was just a rough day for me so im not really feeling it, but i hope tomorrow things will be better and ill work harder on tomorrows scenario !!
THIS SHIT IS REAL OMG I CANT AND BABY SAID “Yunho yah” you unDERSTAND ITS YUNHO YAH NOT JUNG YUNHO SSI FUCKERS OUT THERE FUCK EVERYONE OF YOU MY SHIP SAILING AND I DONT EVEN CARE IF ITS NOT JUST LISTEN TO MY BABY JAE YUNHO YAH *wipes tears on my broken heart I CAN HARDLY BREATH WITHOUT SCREAMING OUT LOUD BYE FUCKERS FAREWELL WORLD MY FUCKING GAYBABES ARE BACK TEN FUCKING YEARS SCREW YOU ALL
You’re best friends
with JB and since you’ve got nothing to do, you decided to stay at JB’s place tonight.
You plopped yourself to his bed and make yourself comfortable. There’s a huge
white, fluffy pillow right beside you. You hugged it. It was warm and cozy. You
heard JB’s door creak open and you already know who it was. But what you didn’t
know is what he did next. He fell on you. ON TOP OF YOU. Now, he’s lying on top
of you. You can feel your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat, “Yah!
Jae, w-what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, trying to maintain your
cool. He didn’t answer, instead he just grunted. You tried to look at his face
but with this position, only the side of his face can be seen. His eyes were
close. With all your force, you pushed him away. But it was a fail, he keep
coming back. “Seriously, Jae? Ugh! You’re heavy! Get away from me!” you tried
again but it was a total fail. “IM. FUCKING. JAE. BUM. GET THE HELL OUT OF ME.”
You ordered. But alas, he didn’t move even just a bit. He opened he’s eyes and
met with yours. Now your face is just like a tomato. “Can you shut up for a
second? I’m trying to rest here.” He said. Annoyed, you answered, “You can
fucking rest on the other side of the bed, moron. Not on top of me.” You rolled
your eyes. “But you’re hugging my favorite pillow, so for now, you’ll be MY
pillow.” He said emphasizing the word “MY” and the worst part is that he’s
smirking while saying this.
Fan: ★Right Answer★ Yoo : Yoo, Yoo, Yoo, YOU Young : Youngjae-yah ^-^ Jae : You should’ve covered up properly!!! Keukeu
ps. You didn’t get to reply within today ㅠㅅㅠ Is there a chance that there’s no reply?
YJ: Hye: Hyejin-ah Ji: You know right now Ni: Should I make you happy? The right answer was me~ㅎ
Fan: Answer is Yoo Youngjae…Name is Yoo Youngjae surname is cool and good looking who can sing well
YJ: Embarrased… ㅋ right answer!
Fan: Oppa I’ll come back after I listen to my internet lecture and lastly the seaweed monster is youngjae oppa youngjae oppa~~~~~~♡
YJ: Right answer! You’re probably sleeping after you finished listening to the internet lecture~? Sorry I’m lateㅠ you did well! Do well tomorrow too!
Fan: Oppa how about giving your last reply mention to me? I don’t think I can sleep heong ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ(The right answer is Yonjae oppa who is the coolest and cutest and most lovable in the world ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ I want to receive a reply mention too…. ㅠㅅㅠ)
YJ: Hurry and sleep~ Have sweet dreams*_*
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I CAN'T WITH ALL THE OTP CUTE ROLLED INTO ONE EPISODE
OMG GUYS THIS IS THE FIRST TIME AN EPISODE FELT TOO SHORT LOLOL
Okay, gonna try to be calm and look at this logically.
We had T Oppa and Na Jeong date for like what, 4 episodes? And they never went over their honeymoon stage. Why? Because there really was none. Nothing really changed in their relationship except more kisses. There was nothing new to discover about each other. And during the time away from each other, their love wasn’t enough to sustain their relationship, and it just fell apart because either side stopped trying.
Here we have ONE episode of Joonie and Jeongie and their chemistry is undeniable. Joon fusses over Na Jeong. They bicker. They laugh. Na Jeong nags him. Joon is willing to do anything, even risk his life to be first-time driver Na Jeong’s passenger. Joon will try to protect Na Jeong from the press. They’re on the same wavelength. They’re so happy. They experience new things together and learn something new about each other. It’s not going to be perfect, but Joon will never stop trying. It’s a give and take relationship. And that’s what makes them work.
Now which couple do you think will make it in the end?
And if you have doubts about how they can convincingly pull off Na Jeong having feelings for Joon in these two episodes, then re-examine their whole relationship and its evolution from the start. Even while she was with Oppa, she always had underlying feelings for Joon. But they were and are there. They’re just waiting to emerge, full-force.
As for the preview, we have another date. Or hangout whatever these cuties are doing so that bodes well because that means Na Jeong didnt want to stop hanging out with Joon even after seeing oppa.
Joon’s arm though…:( Now that one worries me. I really feel like he’ll have to retire soon from his career. They’ve been alluding to it in the previous episode. Now as for why Na Jeong’s crying, it could be about Oppa BUT we know by now how misleading previews can be, so she could be crying about Joon. There are only 2 episodes left guys! TWO. I have a feeling our gurl will run after our man this time. She’s crying and freaking out the same way she did during the Sampoong collapse.
And would it be too much for me to ask that if it does turn out to be Joon she’s rushing after, she’ll finally yell out “Yah! Kim Jae Joon!”? and lay a big one on him to boot This is the Name Game after all.
Too late to back out now, writer-nim. TOO. LATE. You gave me my perfect OTP being Perfect. DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME.