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Who I Was. (A Got7 Fanfic) Pt.3

Originally posted by jack777

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.4 

I had gotten out of the shower, and dried myself off with a towel. I had forgotten to take my clothes in, and only had the towel wrapped around my body. I quickly made my way to Jackson’s room, hearing the tv on in the living room, as I passed. I figured it was Jackson and Harper, since everyone else had gone to bed.

“Hey, Jackson, I’m gonna borrow some more clothes.” I said, loud enough for them to hear. I walked into the bedroom, and practically screamed when I saw Mark sitting on the bed. I’m sure his face reflected mine, we were both in shock.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here, sorry!” I said, trying to leave the room, but forgetting the door was closed, making me run into it. My towel slipped down a bit, and I almost lost hold of it. “God dammit.” I said, slightly freaking out.

Mark laughed, and covered his eyes in a joking manner. “It’s not a big deal.” He said, standing up, and walking to the door, handing me a shirt from Jackson’s closet. “Sora kicked me out of the room, and Jackson and Harper are on the couch, so I came in here…” He trailed off, looking at the ground, but quickly looked back up, since down was me in a towel. “Um, I’m just gonna let you get changed.” He said, his face turning red.

I got changed quickly, and made my way to the living room where everyone else was. 

“Look, just apologize to her.” Jackson said, facing Mark. I sat on the chair beside the couch, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. 

“Why? It’s not really my fault. It was a dare. Plus, she made out with someone else too, so we’re even.” Mark shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

“Just go do it. Be the bigger man here. She’s your girlfriend dude.” Jackson said.

Mark let out a sigh, and stood up. “Fine.” He said, making his way to his room.

~Mark’s P.O.V~

I hate to say it, but Jackson is right. I need to apologize and be the bigger man in this situation. 

I walked into my shared room with Sora, and saw her laying in the bed, back facing me. 

“Hey, are you asleep?” I ask, softly. She rolled over to face me, but didn’t look at me. 

I walked over to the bed, and sat down beside her, I tried to rub her back to comfort her, but he pulled away from my touch.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said, sighing. “It was just a dare… I didn’t think you’d get so upset…”  I say apologetically. Sora fully turned to face me, and sat up.

“Well, I did.” She said, anger evident in her voice. 

“I won’t do it again.” I said, trying desperately to get her to forgive me.

“Were you planning to?” She asked, giving me a look.

“No! You don’t need to be jealous. (Y/N)’s cool and all, but I’m dating you. I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon.” I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, making her smile. 

“You better not.” She said.

I smile, and kissed her cheek. “I won’t, I promise.” I say. “Can I sleep in here now?” I asked, hopeful, putting on my best pouty face.

“Of course you can.” She laughed, pressing a short kiss on my lips.

~Your P.O.V~

   I left early in the morning, to go open the dance studio. It would’ve been a peaceful day, until Jackson texted me as soon as I sat down at home, telling me to come over. I sigh, and push myself off the couch, knowing that if I would’ve ignored him or said no, he’d just pester me the rest of the day. It seems like I won’t have a day to myself anymore.

I knocked on the door to the boys’ dorm, and the door opened, revealing a very blonde Mark.

“Oh! Hey, I thought Jackson would open the door.” I said, not being able to take my eyes off his hair. “Your hair… It’s so… Blonde.” I said, trying to stay nonchalant.

“Yeah, do you like it?” Mark asks, smiling.

“Um, well…” I say, trailing off.

“Dammit, Sora said it looked good.” Mark said, sighing, and pulling out his phone. “I’ll call my stylist.” 

“Don’t call your stylist! Are they the ones that did this to you?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’m afraid so.” He says, putting his phone to his ear. I quickly took the phone away from him, and hung it up.

“I’ll do your hair.” I say, handing the phone back to him.

“You? No offense, but do you even know how to do hair?” He asked, a bit skeptical. 

“Do you think dancing alone pays the bills? I studied cosmetology in college, and I worked as a hairdresser back home.” I said, already taking him to the bathroom. I looked through the drawers, and found the stash of hair dye. “Wow… How much hair dye do you need?” I asked, looking at all the options. 

“We dye our hair a lot…” Mark said, crouching down beside me, and looking as well. 

“I see that.” I say, picking up a bottle. “How about red?” I asked, holding up the bottle so he could see.

“Already did red.” He said, shaking his head.

We looked for another three minutes, until we finally decided on dirty blonde. That way, he’d still be blonde, just not that bleach blonde he was trying to pull. 

“Now we wait.” I say, after putting the dye in his hair. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! Mark! Get in here!” Jackson yelled from the livingroom. 

“What’s up?” I asked, making my way to where we were being called.

“We have an announcement to make!” He said, with a big smile on his face.

“You proposed to Harper? Isn’t it a little early? I mean, I’m happy for you but-” 

Jackson cut me off, giving me a weird look. “Where’d you get that idea from?” He asked, shaking his head. “You know what, nevermind. The real announcement! Is!” Jackson stalled. 

“Just tell us.” Sora laughed.

“Got7 is officially going on another US tour! And the best part is, you girls get to come with us!” He announced. “(Y/N), I know what you’re thinking. ‘But I have to run the studio.’” He mimicked my voice.

“I do not talk like that.” 

“Well, lucky you! We aren’t going until a few months from now, so you have plenty of time to figure that out.” He said, excitedly.

“This is huge!” Sora said, hugging Mark. 

“I’m proud of you guys. Another US tour is amazing!” Harper said, smiling.

“Who’s going to run my studio?” I asked, trying not to be the downer of the group.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure JYP won’t mind us borrowing a choreographer for a few weeks.” Jackson said, giving me a side hug.

“Also, what about Twice? Our comeback is in a few months, and the promotions will be here in Korea.” Sora said, suddenly upset. 

“Maybe it’ll work out, and you’ll be able to come.” Harper says, reassuringly. 

I looked over at Mark, and remembered he had hair dye in his hair, and almost freaked out. “We need to wash this out of your hair before your hair turns orange.” I say, tugging him to the bathroom. 

I could feel Sora’s eyes on me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I shook it off, however, and washed Mark’s hair in the sink, blow drying it after. I presented him to everyone else, after I approved of the color. 

“Ta-da! Aren’t I amazing?” I said, admiring his new hair.

“It certainly looks much better.” Harper said, clapping for me.

“Much.” Jackson agreed. 

“Wow, thanks guys.” Mark said, sarcastically. 

I looked at the time on my phone, and sighed. “Well, it’s been fun, but I have to get home.” I say.

“What? But we haven’t got to hang out!” Jackson whined, putting on a pouty face. 

“I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. I have to wake up really early, so I can’t stay up too late tonight.” I say, starting to leave.

“Thanks for helping with my hair.” Mark waved.

I waved back, and left the dorm, making my way to my apartment.

~~ Time skip a few days later~~

~Jackson’s P.O.V~

Harper and I were out on a date. I was trying to enjoy my time with her, but I had something on my mind, that I had to bring up to her.

“Have you heard from (Y/N) since the other night?” I asked, a little concerned. She said she’d be back the next day, but she never showed. She didn’t even answer her phone.

“No, I haven’t.” She said, taking a bite of her food.

“I’ve been texting her, and calling her, but she hasn’t been answering. I bet she’s at that damn studio.” I say, a little annoyed. All she ever talks about anymore is that studio. I’m happy that she finally saved up enough to start a dance company, but still. 

“Maybe you should go check on her?” Harper suggests.

“Well, we’re on a date, so I’m going to stay with you… Maybe I can just get Mark to go check on her.” I say. I was a little hesitant to send Mark, since Sora doesn’t really like him being with (Y/N) on his own, but who else will do it? Sora and her aren’t really friends, and the rest of the boys can’t speak English, so it’ll be awkward… 

I shrug it off, and text Mark, sending him the address to the studio. Once he texted me, saying he was on it, I let out a sigh of relief, and went back to my date with Harper.

~~ Mark’s P.O.V~~

“Knock knock.” I knocked on the door to the room (Y/N) was in. I looked around, and saw that no one else was here. I didn’t hear an answer, so I just opened the door and let myself in. “Hey, I brought food. Jackson’s been trying to get a hold of you.” I say, upon seeing her sitting on the ground. I sat the bag of food down, and crouched beside her.

“Hm? Oh, my phone must’ve died.” She said, a little out of it. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking around the room. “Have you been sleeping here?” 

“I’m fine… I haven’t really slept though.” She says, tiredly. “There’s so much I have to work on, I haven’t had time to sleep for the past couple of days.” She didn’t sound well at all.

“A couple of days?” I said, surprised.

“Yeah. I need to get back to work.” She tried to stand, but almost fell over. I caught her, and held her up so I wouldn’t. 

“You need rest. C’mon, I’ll take you home.” I said, helping her to her feet. 

“No, no. It’s okay.” She said, trying to walk on her own. 

“It’s obviously not okay. You need to sleep.” I protested.

“Can we go somewhere else then? Not my apartment.” She asked, looking up at me.

“Like where?” I asked.


We walked to a park, I carried me on my back most of the way there, and she held the bag of food I brought. 

I sat her down in a grassy area, and began taking out the food. We ate, and talked about random things, getting to know each other. After a while, I noticed she started drifting off to sleep landing on my shoulder. I could tell she tried to stop herself, but failed. I let her sleep for a bit, as I packed up the lunch as well as I could without waking her. I got her on my back, and carry her back to the dorms.

“Thanks for letting me know you found her!” Jackson yelled, sarcastically as we walked into the dorm, (Y/N) still on my back. 

“Can you not yell? You’ll wake her up.” I said, putting her down on the couch. “She hasn’t slept in a few days.” I explained. 

“Jesus, she takes this studio thing way too seriously.” Jackson complained, shaking his head. He put a cover over her, and stood back, watching as she slept. 

“Well, it is something she really enjoys doing. It’s important to her.” I say, sighing. 

“It sounds like you’re in love with her or something.” Jackson laughs.

I hit him on the arm, and give him a look. “I do not.. Let’s let her sleep.” 


Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1980

Warning: suggestive but so much FLUFF OMG

note: this is it. the last chapter of rich. i’m may be crying inside because i will miss writing this lovely series. i’d like to thank everyone for giving this series so much love, i cannot explain how grateful i am! i love you all very much and i hope you will anticipate for mayday next! happy reading and take care :) -admin

one year later

I ran down the long hallways of the Paris airport, dragging my small suitcase along with me. The flight to Paris was delayed due to weather conditions hence why I was late for my very own fashion show. Security guards running alongside with me, pointing me to the direction of the exit. With Rose running behind me, I could feel the pressure weigh on my shoulders as we found the exit into the wide open area of the Paris airport. Cameras everywhere, flashing at my face while I tried to pinpoint a way to get out of this place. As fast as I could, I walked alongside security guards as they led me into my car and closed the door, shutting out the paparazzi.

“Drive to the hotel and straight to the venue, please.” Rose demanded the driver once we both settled inside the car.

“No, just the venue.” I stated, waving off Rose’s request.

“We need to get you changed and ready for the show. We don’t have time to stop by the venue.” Rose argued.

“Tell them to meet me at the venue and I’ll get ready with the models. I just need to if everything is planned out perfectly.” I argued back. I heard Rose sigh beside me, knowing that she can’t win against my decision. After all, I am the boss here.

Rose pulled out her phone and started to make last minute phone calls, telling my stylists to meet me at the venue. I pulled out my phone and pressed the home button to face myself with my lock screen background. It was a picture of Jaebum and I with his hand around my waist and his wide smile, dressed up fancy from when his parents threw a party for winning in court against Mr. Park.

With that my mind wandered to Jinyoung. After moving back to Korea, we finally settle my problem with my father’s debt in court. I provided the lawyers with enough evidence to defend my position with Jaebum helping me by my side. In court, I met up again with the Park family and thing time, Jinyoung was there alone and no one else. As usually, he looked strikingly handsome in a suit with his hair swept to the side. I forgave him a long time ago, realizing his actions were to protect me from getting hurt. When Jaebum told me that he got married with the same girl that ruined our relationship, the news kind of tugged my heart. I couldn’t help but think that could’ve been us if we weren’t in this situation. But then I told myself I had a great boyfriend who treated me like a princess.

I let out a breathy sigh as I felt my phone buzz in my hand, interrupting my thoughts. Looking down, I saw three new messages pop up from Jaebum himself.

Jaebum: Good luck today, baby girl. You’ll do great like always. I love you and don’t stress too much.

I smiled to myself, suddenly feeling fuzzy inside. When I started dating Jaebum a year ago, I realized that he never had a proper girlfriend that treated him right in awhile. So going on dates or doing coupley things was something Jaebum wasn’t used to. He told me specifically, on our first date, that he wasn’t use to holding hands with a girl in public because most of his girls were there for enjoyment, not for relationship. Of course, he told me he was willing to change his habits just to have a stable relationship instead of a steamy relationship. But I wasn’t complaining about the steamy part.

“We’re here at the venue ma’am.” The driver spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. 

“(Y/N), we don’t have time to check out the venue. The show starts in three hours!” Rose started to panic.

I waved her off and smiled at her, “Relax, Rose. We’re here and that’s all that matters.”

“I swear, you boyfriend is having an influence on you. A year ago you would be panicking in this situation. Now, you’re all laid back.” Rose scoffed, hopping off the car as I following closely after her.

“Don’t blame this on him.” I laughed at my best friend’s comment. “Jaebum has no influence on me whatsoever.”

“Sure.” Rose rolled her eyes as we entered the venue. “You’ve become more dominant, if you know what I mean.”

I smacked my best friend on the back and gasped, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Ah, Jaebum. Oh my god, right there. Ye-” Rose teased quite loudly, making the people hanging in the long hallways turn their heads to look at us.

“Shut up otherwise I’m firing you.” I snapped at Rose, feeling my cheeks rise up in color.

“Next time, if we’re staying in the same hotel, I’ll have to request a room far away from you two.” Rose stated. I gave Rose a mean look before entering onto the runway. I stood there, looking at the sight in front of me and smiled to myself. After coming this far in life, I could say I was pretty proud at myself. I worked hard, didn’t take any money from any man, and ended up with a nice life. Not mention a hot boyfriend.

Rose and I stayed on the runway, fixing a few problems and making slight adjustments for about an hour. It was until then I heard screams coming from outside the venue, indicating that my models have arrived. I looked at Rose as she flashed a terrified look on her face. Grabbing my arm, she rushed me out of the stage area and into a private change room where my stylists were ready to do my makeup. Rose forcefully pushed me down onto the chair as the girls did their work as quickly as they can on my hair and face.

“About an hour and thirty minutes until show time!” Someone yelled into the change room. I sat up from my chair and took a good look at my beautiful curly hair and simple makeup on my face. Thanking the stylists, I ran to get fitted into a dress Jaebum bought for me a while ago but I never got the chance to wear it. A black ruffled mock-neck cold-shoulder dress fitted with a gold belt and heels was very expensive to get since it was a limited edition. But knowing Jaebum, he got whatever he wanted right under his fingertips.

“Hey, I’m just going to meet with the models and organize a few things.” Rose said, popping her head into the fitting room. “You look great by the way, (Y/N). Jaebum would’ve been happy to see you in that dress.”

“Thanks, Rose. You look good too.” I smiled at her through the mirror. Rose returned a sweet smile before running off to handle the show. Looking down at the ground, I noticed a silver necklace that must’ve fell from my neck while I was quickly changing into my dress. Bending down, I grabbed the necklace and stood up just to suddenly fell arms wrapping around my waist, startling me slightly.

“What the f-” I cursed out loud, my heart racing from the sudden actions until I looked at the person who stood behind me in the mirror.

“Surprise.” Jaebum chuckled, his face resting on top my exposed shoulders. The famous signature smirk plastered on his face as I took a good look at him in the mirror. A classic suit and tie look with his hair swept back made my heart melt. I could never get tired at looking at this handsome man. The sight I fell in love with years ago.

“H-how?” I stuttered, slightly shocked by his appearance. “You texted me three hours ago and there’s no way you could’ve gotten here. The flight I took was the only flight to Paris.”

“I sat at the very back of the plane, same flight as you. It was a rough flight here since children and babies were crying their head off, interrupting my sleep. But I couldn’t sit in first class because you were there.” Jaebum smiled, kissing my exposed shoulder before he took the necklace out of my hands and helped put it around my neck. My heart started to warm up as I gave Jaebum finished putting on the necklace and sent a charming smile through the mirror.

“My poor baby,” I cooed as I turned around, grabbing Jaebum by the face, “The things you do for me.”

“The things you make me do, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked, pulling me closer to him so that our lips were inches away from each other. “Can’t believe I do all these things for you.”

And with that, Jaebum pushed me against the wall of the fitting room and connected his lips with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his lips perfectly molded against mine, leaving me breathless. Jaebum broke the hot kiss as his hands pulled down the fabric on my neck. He moved his lips to the sweet spot on my neck and sucked on it slightly, earning a soft moan coming out of my lips. Jaebum brought his lips up again to my mouth with full desire, his hands wandering up and down my waist.

Pulling away, Jaebum gave me another peck on the lips and smiled, “You’re not going to walk the red carpet?”

“No,” I sighed as I fixed my hair in the mirror, “How can I when I’m already inside the venue?”

“You sneak out the back, get a driver to drive you to the front, and then walk.” Jaebum stated, leaning his body against the wall.

“I don’t have a driver.” I pouted at him through the mirror.

Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he got off the wall and stood beside me, “Already taken care of.”

“You planned this out, didn’t you?” I laughed at him as I turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, and I planned something special for tonight too.” Jaebum smirked before grabbing my hand and leading me outside the fitting room.

“Oh an what’s that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well what he had in mind tonight.

“That’s a surprise for later.” Jaebum winked at me.

I laughed out loud, leaning onto his arm as we walked down the hallways and out the exit in the back. A black car parked on the side, waited for us both as I felt a cold air rush through my body. Jaebum, being a gentleman, opened the door and made way for me to enter the car. It was a short ride to the red carpet as we both prepared ourselves for the cameras.

Jaebum stuck out his arm once we exited the car and I took it as we walked down the red carpet, smiling brightly at the cameras. Stopping in front on the backdrop, Jaebum’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his side as we smiled for the camera. I was too focused on the bright lights to notice that Jaebum’s hand made its way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

“Jaebum, no.” I hissed under my breath, still keeping my sweet smile on my face.

“Can’t help it if your ass looks good from behind.” Jaebum said under his breath, remaining calm in front of the camera.  

“Fuck you, Jaebum.” I hissed, turning my body towards him and looking up at his handsome face.

Jaebum looked down at me and flashed me his famous smirk, his eyes shining in the bright light. His fingers brushed a few stands of my hair to the side, since it covered my face and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Fuck me anytime, babe.” Jaebum smirked, pulling away from my forehead. “My rich ass can take you anytime.”

Modeling and Something More - Dylan Sprayberry Imagine

Modeling and Something More - Imagine

Prompt/Request: Omg so like what if you did a Dylan Sprayberry imagine were the reader is a grungey rebellious model/actress. And Dylan and Her have a photoshoot together,maybe you can add a smut-ish make out session like when they are in there dressing rooms??

A/N: OMG so I wrote this and had so much fun! I didn’t write the smut part though. This is nothing like what I usually write but it was a change. Im so sorry if the kiss scene was awkward since I didn’t know how to write a hot makeout session. The ending is kind of bad but I don’t know.. Anyways this one is kind of long so yeah! Nonetheless, I hope the person who requested this enjoys this anyway and tells me what they think about it. PS: THIS IS THE CLOSEST I HAVE EVER/WILL WRITE TO SMUT. (maybe ;) ALSO, I KNOW THIS ISNT TW BUT ITS DYL SPRAYBERRY AND I PRODUCE WHAT MY READERS WANT :D

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Word Count:  2004


Originally posted by trettbalbot

Your POV

I made my way towards the studio I was expected to be in 5 minutes for the photoshoot with another male model. Of course I was familiar with who I was going to be working with. Heck, he was a good friend of mine.

My heels tapped against the marble tiles as I walked into the empty and open elevator ahead of me. I pressed the button of the elevator, the button showing a lit up number 6. As the elevators closed and began to move, I went on my phone to check any new updates. Being a model and actress at the same time gets your life pretty busy. Especially if you’re known as the bad girl-rebellious famous person. I check my Instagram and it’s not long until I’m finally on the 6th floor of the building.

The doors open and I’m greeted with the fresh smell of coffee and people working. From where I was standing, I could already see the photographer and makeup artist working today. I think the noise of the elevator attracted the attention of everyone as I stepped out of it. Everyone but my manager, Beth who was already holding her notebook and yelling at everyone.

“Has anyone seen Y/N? She’s supposed to be here in 2 minutes!” She growled, scribbling in the pages of her notebook.

I chuckled silently as I snuck up behind her and tapped her shoulder. “Calm down Beth, I’m here. Relax.”

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anonymous asked:

how would bts react to catching you in the middle of a breakdown in front of the mirror because you screwed up while plucking your eyebrows

im laughign

Namjoon would probably think you were crying because of something much more serious and would try to comfort you until he notices that you’re sniffling and whispering “…eyebrows…” and he’s like wait what 

Yoongi would pat your back and be like “Hey, it’s just a little bit of your eyebrow at least you’re not being forced to go bald by your company……….like me…..” 

Jin would shake his head and take the tweezers and be like “You should have waited for me to come home!! Now let me fix your eyebrows before you screw them up entirely.” 

Hoseok would assure you it looked fine like he’d just be like I can’t notice your screw up at all you still have both your eyebrows it’s fine and you’d be like Hoseok you do NOT understand and he’d be like ??? But it looks FINE 

Jimin would probably be like it’s ok I got this and then phone his stylist and secret and be like hey hey noona listen let’s say ….I….or a friend…accidentally plucked their eyebrows crookedly….is there a way to fix it…asking for a friend…

V would honestly be like “If it’s the bad - you want me to shave half my eyebrow off so we’re matching?” and you’re like V, you wouldn’t and he’d be like you dARE me??? And you’d be like V NO 

Jungkook would just laugh his butt off. Like you’d be having a break down and he’d be like “It’s YOUR EYEBROWS??? Not the end of the world OH MY GOD” and you’d be like JUNGKOOK ITS OVER and he’d be like WHATS OVER??? ITS AN E Y E B R O W  

Don’t Trust Me >> Suga, You (Part 2)

Part 1

Present time

Maybe Yoongi wasn’t the type to get out of his studio a lot but he needed it. He needed a little break to clear up his mind and get his ass on chair to work again.

He grabbed a cup of coffee and climbed up the elevator to the rooftop of the building. There was no much time till his comeback and he also was working on his Mix-tape so he was already too busy to think of unnecessary and useless things.

But it seemed like those useless things chasing him now. Once the cold air hit his face, a huge advertisement banner was that was placed over the other building, glowing bright and her smile and beautiful was hitting him hard.

Because the last time he remembered seeing her, this smile was replaced with hurt and sadness. A thing he didn’t wish to see, especially since he loved her smile the most.

“I told you…” Yoongi sighed, looking up at the banner. “We were happy just the way we were… I told you not to trust me.”

But why seeing her smile hurt?

Yoongi inhaled, looking away from the banner, he was glad that her work was going well.

Making future plans never were Yoongi’s thing. He always just lived in the moment or worked hard and let the future be based on his work, but he knew. He knew that future always betrays you.

And it betrayed him with her. He got scared, he wasn’t the cowardly type, but he was too scared when he found himself too happy with her.

He found himself being attracted to her more than he intended to be, more attached to her smile that he made her lose so easily. He was scared when he found himself, feeling more toward her.

So he decided to take a break.

He wanted to save the situation before the both of them got deeper into it, not realizing that maybe… Maybe it was too late to save.

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I’m Okay

Character: Youngjae x OC
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Number of words: 1028 words
Summary: Youngjae falls sick in Beijing and when he’s brought back to Korea, you rush to see him.

Originally posted by ggyuworld

I hope Youngjae and Jaebum feels better!! They should be given a warmer waiting room and stuff.. Wrote this when I heard about what happened in Beijing :( 

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Flowers, Part 1

Author’s note: I typed this up entirely in my notepad app on my phone so there’s some stylistic changes. This should be the first part of a small series. Also I changes the title from its original in light of part two being published soon. I do not own any part of Blizzard or its many franchises or characters.

A familiar hum of traffic lolled from the streets below. Amber eyes glazed over the vehicles out of boredom, analyzing the oblivious motorists. ‘Too easy’ Widowmaker thought, ‘like plucking grapes from the vine.’ Huffing her distaste, she turned her eyes to the empty room that promised her target. '146 seconds,’ she reminded herself. Although Talon had rigorously trained her in patience, it didn’t stop her from getting irritated when a target took its time. She huffed again, realigning the scope to her eye. Another hum electrified the air, making her hair stand on end. Swinging her firearm and rolling to her back, she only just managed to catch the time traveling speedster with the muzzle.

“Hiya love!” She was surprisingly chipper for someone staring down the barrel of a rifle. Widowmaker squinted, regarding Tracer with a great deal of skepticism. Rolling back to her prone position, she reminded herself of the schedule. '112 seconds…’ A blur clouded the vision of her scope and she snarled nabbing the impeding offender. She pulled back a handful of white petals. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to the small Brit, who had now taken a prone position next to her. “Figured, ya know, you might like a little surprise…” her words hung with uncertainty that was punctuated by her leather-clad shoulders shrugging. Widowmaker regarded the flower that was now crushed in her hand and laid it by her side as she aimed her weapon. 'Foolish girl is trying to distract from my timeline. 33 seconds…’ Widowmaker waited for the next attempt at delaying the mission.

“I take it, cherié, that you do not care for this man’s life.” If there was anything she allowed herself to take as much joy in as a kill, this was it. Tormenting the fly that more often committed the tormenting was a small joy she could afford herself, against Talon’s strict conditioning.

“Nah. Not really.” She played with the petals that had been crumpled up by Widow’s side. Now the assassin was baffled, but she dare not draw her eye from her scope and let that annoying little wasp read the confusion on her face. “Japanese arms dealer, real arsehole if you ask me. We won’t miss him. More curious why you blokes want him dead.” Looking up from the crushed flower, her brown eyes searched Widow’s face.

“It is none of your business.” She curtly responded as her target stepped into her cross hairs. “Besides,” she purred as a smile danced at the edges of her lips, “it doesn’t matter anymore.” The crack of the rifle split the air and Tracer’s ear drum.

“Oi! You didn’t have to do that so bloody close to my head!” Tracer grabbed at her ear and rolled as the assassin calmly stood up, changing targets. Pressing the muzzle of her gun into Tracer’s accelerator for second time this evening, she leaned into the butt of her stock. Readying herself for another shot, the young British woman threw her hands into the air. “Hold on! Don’t I get any last words?” A sly grin crossed her face as Widowmaker rolled her eyes.

“Humor me.” Tracer took that as her opportunity to fling the petals she had gathered into Widow’s face. The assassin wouldn’t admit it, but she flinched, expecting the assault to be an explosive. This split second was all Tracer needed to blink out from under the gun and draw her pistols. They stood aimed and ready, but neither side fired. A searing pain erupted in Widowmaker’s stomach. Dropping her weapon, she doubled over. Tracer rushed to the crumpled woman, finding dark-stained fletchings protruding from her middle.

“No…” She cursed as she hoisted Widowmaker into her arms and starting running.