Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

Mirage (Optional)

Morning light slowly peeks through the curtains, making you stir from your slumber. You feel faint breathing fanning your cheek. Slowly, you open your eyes to find him just about to start his day.

His eyes sparkle with how the sunlight hits them gently. You can get lost in their depth forever. Night sky cannot hide and night stars cannot compete with how beautiful they are.

"Good morning," he grumbles, leaning to kiss the tip of your nose, morning breath not in mind. Not that you mind-he's still the sweetest. You move to wrap your arm around him, relinquishing to his scent.

You gently tap the freckles on his shoulders and back. It's these little things that makes him even more special.

"Hey, you okay?"

You blink.

The music slowly fades in again, and you make out of the surroundings. Kat is looking at you with worry.

"Are you drunk now?" she asks, tapping your cheek to see if you're responsive.

It brings you back to your senses, enough to remember why the flashback started anyway. You've been drowning yourself in alcohol so you can feel numb-feel like you don't need him to be with you.

Then he enters through the door, and suddenly, he's the world.

"Let me call Nel so we can pay the tab and go, okay?" Kat says with a sigh, already used to your unstable behavior for the past few weeks.

You don't answer, eyes following his movements instead.

He still glows even through the faded smoke.

A woman comes into view.

You feel a pang on your chest when he smiles at her. No, not that smile. Everyone will fall for that smile. It should only be for your eyes.

You feel something wet travel down your face, but you're too distracted to acknowledge it.

His arms make way around her shoulders. You can see how his fingertips play with her sleeves.

You can still remember how it feels when he was making ripples on your shirt with the movements of his hands. Your body melting into his. The passion and compatibility.

It used to be yours. He used to be yours. Until you fucked things up. Now, you're just cold.

You're frozen. You can't leave. You can't leave thinking he will be leaving later with somebody else.

You need to stand up. You need to tell him the truth. You've got nothing to lose-he was your everything.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying again?" you hear Kat's voice, and your view is again blocked.

Why are people always appearing just as when you've gathered the strength.

"Oh, there's our ride," Nel says, helping you up your seat so you can both wait for the coming man.

You don't care. All you know is your resolve crumbles down again with the image of your world leaning in to whisper something on another woman's ear.

There are no lights blinking but red.

You've lost him again.

You've lost again.

"You've met each other, right?"

"Yes."

"Thanks for picking us up."

"No problem. Wouldn't want you girls commuting this late. Hi?"

You feel someone tap your arm, and you turn with a sharp intake of breath. It's like being saved from drowning. It probably is.

Nel is giving you a scolding glare. "Hey, he's talking to you. Where are you-" she turns to where your attention had been. Her eyes widen, "Hey, isn't that-"

"Shh!" Kat is quick to stop her. They both turn to you, not knowing what to ask first, but figuring where the tears came from.

"I'm fine." But God knows, your heart will stop for good hath they said his name. You clear your throat. "Sorry, I'm just really drunk." You finally look up to see their friend in pure confusion. He is familiar. And you can feel a sense of comfort even though you haven't spoken to him directly until this moment. "Are you taking us home?"

He quickly composes himself and smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

You can't help but force a smile back. It amazes you that you can even do that. He just... implores that you try. "Thank you. What's your name again? I keep on forgetting it."

He offers his hand, a very late introduction since you've always been looking somewhere else whenever he wants to start.

Maybe, just maybe, from destruction comes creation.