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Basically Producers' Roles on SMTM6
  • Tiger JK & Bizzy: Gods tbh- on the fifth, and last, stage of suffering
  • Gaeko & Choiza: those nice uncles that say shitty jokes on family gatherings but they got di sweets so you laugh anyway
  • Jay & Dok2: One's a walking blur on the screen other's the local meme for this season---
  • Zico & Dean: Probably the bucket hats' company CEOs
Jay Park Officially Joins Roc Nation

Originally posted by clubeskimo

ma boy JAY TO THE MOTHER FUCCING PARK JOINS JAY Z’S ROC NATION….Y’ALL DONT KNOW HOW PROUD I AM OF HIM.

HE

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

WORKED

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss

SO

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity

HARD

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

AND

Originally posted by shwaybum

HAS

Originally posted by h1ghrambition

BEEN

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

THROUGH

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

SO

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

MUCH

Originally posted by aom1lli

//sorry for spam im just so proud and currently crying rn// he works so hard to make good music for ppl and spread diff genres of music,,,im sure he’ll represent Asians well in roc nation. 

Originally posted by charnellecatastrophe

our baby boy getting the recognition he deserves,,,congrats our Park Jaebum!! 

I Want You [Jay Park]

Warning: Contains heavy smut. Do not read if you are underage. 

A/N: Thank you to @admincl for the input and helping me decide on how I wanted this to end. 


The first package had arrived just before a meeting on a Monday morning, the stark red of the large bow against the tanned box the only reason your secretary had called out to you as you left the office, her voice enunciating the curled white letters with a thick french accent.

‘Louboutin’s… Jay won’t be pleased when he sees the credit card bill this month.’ She’d winked slyly, sharing a knowingly smug smile with you.

‘Honey, I know you don’t think I use a man’s money to buy my shoes… They’re probably a gift from him to apologise for canceling on me tonight. Leave them on my desk, I’ll return them later. I don’t take bribes.’ You’d said with a laugh, swishing the thickness of your hair over your shoulders before leaving, loud heels clicking with authority on the tiles as you departed.

If it hadn’t been for the rush you’d been in, you would have checked them a lot sooner. You would have noted the blank card, gold script scrawling anonymous across it. You would have understood that the lack of sender was an indication the shoes weren’t for the reason you’d thought. But you hadn’t. With the stress of your day, they’d fallen completely from your mind. It wasn’t until you’d sauntered back from your meeting that you’d spied them, perched dutifully on your desk and patiently awaiting your return.

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