Got7 Imagines

partying

Genre: angst/trigger warning ⚠️
Members: Youngjae & Jaebum
(not requested)

"Babe you've had enough to drink, let's go." Jaebum says, trying to convince his highly intoxicated boyfriend that it's time for them to go home. As soon as they stepped into Mark and Jackson's house, the younger was downing drinks. Jaebum, on the other hand, knew he was going to have to drive home, so he stayed away from the drugs and liquor.

"You're no fun! I'm not ready to go yet." the younger replies, taking another drink from his cup. The older lets out a deep sigh, fed up with the way his boyfriend is acting, and snatched the cup from his lips.

"I said let's go." He says after placing the cup on the counter. He grips Youngjae's upper arm and leads him towards the front door. They push past bodies that wreak of alcohol and marijuana as the music is blaring in their ears.

They eventually make it out of the noisy house. Youngjae is struggling in his boyfriend's grip as he leads him to the car.

"Let go of me!" Youngjae says, trying to pry his boyfriend's hand from his arm.

Jaebum opens the passenger side of the car and tries to put his boyfriend in, but the younger pulls away.

"I said I don't wanna go!" he says, sluggishly, almost tripping over.

"Choi Youngjae get in this fucking car." Jaebum replies through gritted teeth.

"You're not m-my fucking dad." he states, stumbling back towards the entrance to the house.

"Youngjae! Youngjae! Come back and get in the fucking car!" The older calls after him, but he ignores him and walks back into the party.

Jaebum scoffs and slams the passenger door shut. He runs his hand through his hair and pushes out an irritated breath. He walks to his side of the car, slamming the door as he gets in.

"If he wants to act like a fucking adult, I'll treat him like one. He can find his own fucking way home." His spits out as he pulls off the curb, heading home.

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"Hey Mark, is Youngjae still at your house? He never came home last night." Jaebum says as he paces back and forth on his phone in his living room. He sensed something was wrong when he woke up to an empty home. He tried calling about 10 other people that were at the party last night and none of them had seen his boyfriend since last night.

"I'm sorry man, the only person that stayed behind last night was BamBam. The last time I saw him was when he was smoking with Yoongi and Bobby in the backyard." Mark replies, in a groggy morning voice.

"Smoking? Youngjae doesn't smoke." He says, as his face scrunches up in confusion.

"Trust me, he was fucked up man. There's no telling what drugs he took last night."

"Well if you hear fr-" Jaebum starts, but is cut off by the front door opening. He peeks his head towards the door and sees Youngjae limping in, looking like death itself.

"Never mind he just walked in. Thank you." Jaebum says, hanging up the phone and throwing it on the couch.

"Where the fuck have you been?! I've been worried about you!" He scolds.

Youngjae ignores him and walks towards the bedroom, Jaebum hot on his tail.

"So you're just gonna ignore me?! HUH?" He says as the younger walks to his dresser and grabbing some new clothes. He walks towards the bathroom and locks himself inside.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Jaebum says on the other side of the door as he heard the shower start. He kicks the door and walks back to the living room, fuming.

Youngjae on the other hand was crying with his back against the door. When he heard his boyfriend walk away, he stripped his clothing slowly and examined his scars.

Bite marks

Hickies

Scratches

Not wanting to see anymore he got in the shower, where he watched the blood trickle down his legs. How could he be so irresponsible and not leave when his boyfriend wanted him to? He wouldn't have been in the situation he was in if he had just listened.

He stands underneath the hot water, looking up at the shower head as tears continue to fall. He's in there so long he can't tell whether there are tears or just the water running down his face.

Jaebum is sitting in the backyard trying to cool down. How could he stay out all night and just come home and ignore him? He was up all night worrying if the younger was safe! He takes a sip of his soda and checks the time on his phone. He thought it would be good to give him a little space before he starts questioning him this time.

Jaebum has always had a very bad temper. He always used to get in fights back in high school, but now that he's in college, he has learned how to "control" it. Of course he wouldn't dare put his hands on his boyfriend, so when they fight he would simply go to the backyard and cool down for a while, until he can have a conversation without getting red in the face.

The clock on his phone reads 10:41am. His eyebrows furrow in confusion while his eyes are filled with worry.

"He's been in there for almost 3 hours..." he whispers to himself. He stands up, takes his can of soda, and walks back into the house.

"Youngjae. Baby? Are you out of the shower yet?" he calls out, setting his drink on the counter top.

No response.

He walks to their shared bedroom and knocks on the bathroom door.

"Baby?" he asks as he leans on the doorframe. The water behind the door shuts off.

"Y-yes?" a small voice calls out, followed by a choked sob.

"Are you alright?"

Silence...

"Jae baby, open the door please. Let's talk things out, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just worried about you."

"I'm sorry..." the younger says before bursting into tears all over again.

"Open the door." Jaebum says in a stern voice.

Shuffling is heard behind the door before it's slowly pulled open. The sight Jaebum sees is something that will forever be stuck in his brain. His boyfriend, his Youngjae, with bruises littering his beautiful skin. Both of their eyes well up with tears.

"W-who-" Jaebum clears his throat, attempting to sound firm and not like he wanted to break down and cry. "Who did this to you?" He asks in a stern voice.

"S-somebody at the party. All I can remember is...their hands pinning me down a-and taking off my c-clothes. After that I don't r-remember anything..." Youngjae says, immediately breaking out into tears. "I don't f-fucking remember!" He cries into his boyfriend's neck, as he engulfs him in a not too tight, nor too loose hug.

"We will figure this out okay? Everything's going to be fine. Okay? Everything is going to be fine." Jaebum replies, as he rubs circles on the younger's back gently.

"How do you know!" Youngjae remarks, still sobbing in the older's embrace.

"I just do. Okay? Everything is going to be fine." he says, not only reassuring his boyfriend, but himself too.

fuck...well that was...that was something alright...don't worry, the next imagine will be more lighter and less...depressing and serious.