Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

don't be mad at me | jaebeom

fluff, suggestive

Fighting with Jaebeom was becoming the one constant staple in your relationship. The two of you butted heads like a pair of reckless, temperamental kids. This time, you had passed an already high threshold of annoyance and after slinging a few choice words in his direction, stomped away with a slammed door in your wake.

Meanwhile, the Tuan residence was alive with music that was much too loud and alcohol that was much too strong. Bambam was passed out in a nearby bush. Yugyeom attempted to rescue his friend and somehow managed to return covered in mulch. And without Bambam.

The lovers' quarrel with Jaebeom had soured your mood and put a damper on the party, but you stubbornly rebuffed the idea of an apology. Determined to enjoy yourself on such a rare occasion of time off with the boys, you gave Jaebeom the cold shoulder and proceeded to chase your annoyance with Captain Morgan.

Jaebeom, on the other hand, had no earthly concept of what to do with you. The two of you were headstrong and you challenged him at every possible opportunity. He loved that about you. Dominance was his middle name, but it seemed Whipped was his last.

Which was why he couldn't fathom your current behavior. You had given up. There was no verbal sparring. Instead, you treated him as if he didn't exist and Jaebeom had decided in the past ten minutes of enduring your indifference, that that was very much worse.

The moment you stepped into the house for some ice, he was on your tail. Buzzing from the liquid courage, you didn't notice your new shadow until the heat of him was at your back. His skin had soaked enough of the sun to radiate warmth on your bare shoulders and the yellow bikini did little to hide you from his insistent gaze.

Moving toward the refrigerator, you stopped and slowly turned around, giving your boyfriend a once over through narrowed eyes.

"Can I help you?" you hissed, folding your arms to appear wholly uninviting.

Jaebeom glanced down at your form and tilted his head, sizing you up. Judging by the tension in your body language (of which he was a fluent reader) and the look of sheer annoyance on your face, he had determined you were at a new, undiscovered level of pissed the fuck off.

"If there is something you want to say to me, out with it," Jaebeom prodded, leering down at you and wondering if you would take the bait.

Rolling your eyes, you threw up your hands and huffed, "I'm not in the mood, Jaebeom. If you wanna fight so bad, go poke at Mark. He'll give you a run for your money."

Jaebeom wracked his brain for what had gone wrong. The two of you didn't clash over petty things. No, you bumped heads over differences of opinion and personality. Backhanded insults had been thrown, but there were no hits below the belt.

He decided to take a different approach to your hostility.

"Don't be mad at me," Jaebeom suddenly murmured, with the coyness of a kitten.

You were taken aback. He sounded so meek and wounded. Clinging to your rapidly fading anger, you softened your tone slightly and replied, "Then, don't give me a reason to be mad."

In an instant, his hands were on you - one sliding into your hair, the other wrapping around your waist. Planting your palms on his broad chest, you stared into his dark eyes as you felt him steering you to the adjacent doorway.

The dining room was empty. Everyone was outside. The wall was cold at your back, a stark contrast to the heat of the body pressing against yours.

"Jae...," you sighed as his lips brushed over the corner of your mouth and settled on your jaw.

Your boyfriend said nothing, but his hands spoke for themselves. Rough palms roamed over your hips, traversed your waist. All the while, your neck was being graced with affection and a bruise was becoming branded over your rapidly thumping pulse point.

"Baby," you crooned, breathless. You let your hands fall to his lower back, scraping your nails bluntly over his sensitive skin. Jaebeom was apparently intent on sucking the rage out of you. His kisses became even more audible with the wetness of his lips.

"Don't be mad at me," he echoed, nuzzling beneath your ear.

Damn it, this tactic was working. You were certifiably melting on the spot. His breath was hot on your skin, sending chills down your back. Shivering in his arms, you tightened your grip around his waist, pressing your breasts against the firm expanse of his chest.

Jaebeom pulled back only long enough to peck a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, though your current position had certainly snared his attention. With a dark, throaty chuckle, he asked, "Forgiven me already?"

"Keep going and I might," you replied, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his swimming trunks to tease him.

His brows lifted, sparks of passion coming alive in his eyes.

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