— my aus featuring Jaebeom and Jinyoung

absolutely insane. INSANE

even tho it’s been so long since he’s been acting, I just KNOW that got7’s group chat goes insane whenever this kinda scene happens

I miss Jinyoung. where’s my prince ☝🏼😔

so turns out…miracles DO HAPPEN and I have updated this 🩷😔

next day.

“It’s my house. It’s not like I can go anywhere else.” Jinyoung lets out a small laugh, “good.” Jaebeom hates the sound of it. He will fire him tomorrow.

Jaebeom can’t really focus on anything the other is saying because his hands are still on his face, which is why Jaebeom slowly grabs it and brings them back to Jinyoung, making the other frown. “I’m fine. Go home.” “No. I’ll find the first aid kit. You stay right here.”

just slightly, it’s barely there, as if it’s scared of making it worse. “It’s not important…” Jinyoung sighs, “you’re a public figure. Everything you do is important. This will be in every single news outlet tomorrow.

“I had a fight…” he answers slowly, scared the words won’t be enough. He hopes it is. “With who? Where? Why? Jesus…” he can feel Jinyoung inspecting his face, his little fingers moving over every single inch, touching spots only himself does. A finger touches his split lip

guy that splashed a glass jar full of water on his face yesterday is? “Fin- OH MY GOD!” Jinyoung gets closer to him. Way too close. He doesn’t like this. He’s breathing his air…touching his face with his hands. “What happened to your face!?” He looks worried… Why?

“Your mother’s words, not mine.” Jaebeom roll his eyes, “great. I am home. You can leave now.” Jinyoung sighs. It looks like he wants to say something but is fighting against it. Jaebeom understands why he doesn’t wanna say it, but what he fails to comprehend is where has the

Jinyoung sighs, “after the stunt you pulled earlier, you once again, vanished. And I, as you so called put it, am your babysitter.” Jaebeom frowns. “I don’t understand.” “I couldn’t go home before I knew you were…tucked into bed.” Jinyoung stands up, making Jaebeom do the same

other’s brows. “Why are you here?” He whispers. Jinyoung stirs, sitting up abruptly, a scared expression on his face. Jaebeom only pouts, retreating his finger. “Why are you here sleeping on my couch?” He asks again.

His knees are brought to his chest while his arms curl around himself. Jaebeom knees down, staring intently at the other. His face tilts from one side to the other in an obvious question mark. He can’t help himself but to reach out a finger that, of course, ends up between the

Jaebeom rolls his eyes, a “tsk” involuntarily coming out of his lips. He sighs staring at the pathetic little bean in front of him: Jinyoung is curled up, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s dreaming about solving a very complicated math equation.

Nobody has permission to enter his home beside his parents and his bodyguards. As Jaebeom is closer his heart beats a little faster, not because he’s scared but because he does not wanna do this right now. Of course the fucking lump is Jinyoung.

from the apartment bellow his penthouse turn off. He’s walking past his couch when something catches his eye. The whole house is covered in darkness, but a lump in the couch is unmistakably visible. Jaebeom walks a little closer to it…almost scared of who it is.

Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t hate…it just…doesn’t feel like him. Like home. Jaebeom knows there is a light switch here somewhere…hidden underneath all the fancy gadgets, he just…has no idea where it is. He moves from the floor to ceiling windows, watching as the lights

He’s moved to this apartment a few months after he signed his first billionaire contract, and to be honest, he didn’t choose a thing in his own house. The picture frames? His mom. His bed, his tv, his kitchen cabinets, his wardrobe, everything. His mom.

Jaebeom looks around the empty space, then to the city lights that are the only thing creating any kind of light. The buildings outside are quite interesting — yes, it’s funny. They’re interesting now that he’s feeling miserable, and slightly tipsy.