Drabble Dump: Got7 Hyungline [2/2]
Part 1 (Markson, JJ Project, Jinson)
4. Markjin
The first time really was just a coincidence.
Jinyoung was taking out the trash, as usual. A thankless job especially considering it all came from a bakery. That meant half chewed donuts, dirty napkins, and the worst of all, coffee. No matter how many times Jinyoung double-bagged, triple-bagged, quadruple-bagged the stuff, it was almost guaranteed some foul smelling brown liquid would still be dripping out from the seams of the bag.
Jinyoung hadn’t had anything against coffee personally before he began working at this particular bakery, but now he couldn’t stand the stuff. By the end of the day the discarded beverage no longer held its savory scent, but had long since turned sour in the heat, and god Jinyoung just wished he could snap his fingers and make it disappear.
Since Jinyoung wasn’t exactly Harry Potter, the next best thing was to run the disgusting crap out of the bakery and fling it into the dumpster outside as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, when one was in a hurry, the likelihood of tripping increased significantly, and Jinyoung had never been the most coordinated person to begin with.
The coincidence, was that he’d tripped right into the arms of Mark Yi En Tuan, who just so happened to be a major cutie and lived right above the same bakery where Jinyoung was currently employed.
And by some miraculous stroke of fortune, Jinyoung had managed to not spill the disgusting bag of garbage all over him.
Instead, he managed to dump it all on himself.
So, yeah. Not the best of first impressions to leave. Jinyoung hadn’t known whether to be relieved or mortified, but thankfully, Mark had handled the situation with all the poise and charm of a gentleman. While Jinyoung had been too busy alternating between cursing and apologizing, Mark had already dashed inside, successfully gotten a hold of paper towels and a new garbage bag, and promptly proceeded to pick up the scattered trash.
By the time Jinyoung had finally come back to his senses, Mark had already disposed of the dropped garbage, and was handing Jinyoung the roll of paper towels with a smile.
“Here, sorry about that. Though it might be easier for you to change out of those clothes than attempt to clean it up…” Before Jinyoung had a chance to say a single thing, Mark was already retracting the paper towels. “Hey, you know what, I live right upstairs, you can borrow some clothes!”
And how could Jinyoung have said no to that smile? After stuttering out his thanks, he’d followed Mark up to his apartment, gotten cleaned up, and changed into a borrowed set of clothes.
And yet, despite the embarrassment of it all, Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel the slightest sense of anticipation.
If he borrowed Mark’s clothes now, that meant he’d have to return them later, correct? The perfect excuse for a second meeting.
And a third meeting (taking out the garbage again). And a fourth (putting up posters). And a fifth (getting some air on his break), sixth (checking to see if the dumpster was full), seventh (garbage)….
Okay, yes, Jinyoung was perhaps just the slightest bit smitten and a whole lot obsessed.
Thankfully, after Jinyoung had finally run out of dumb excuses for why he always happened to be outside when Mark came home, Mark, who always saved the day it seemed, provided him with a legitimate one.
The twentieth meeting took place inside the bakery, and rather than garbage it involved a box of donuts instead, and on them, carefully glazed:
Will you be mine, Park Jinyoung?
5. Markbum
Mark was a very patient person. You really needed to be, as a surgeon. When other people’s lives literally rested in your hands, it required the utmost care, patience, and attention.
But goddammit, Mark was not a fucking saint and he had had enough.
Even if he approved of the guy’s music tastes (Defsoul was one of his favorite bands, actually), he DID NOT approve of any music, good or bad, being blasted at freaking 3 A.M. IN THE MORNING WHILE HE WAS TRYING TO GET SOME VERY WELL EARNED SLEEP THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
After enduring two nearly sleepless nights in a row and nearly screwing up terribly at work, Mark knew he needed to put an end to it.
At that exact same time of night, the walls once again began to thrum from the vibrations of a booming bass, the guitar line easily penetrating through the ceiling and floors, effectively jerking Mark out of his slumber. Groaning, he lay still in bed for a few moments longer, preparing himself, before decisively throwing off his covers.
Mark didn’t care that he was in his pajamas, marching up the floor above barefoot. He didn’t care if his hair was sticking out every which way or if he looked like shit, because if anything that would just help him prove his point.
It took a solid two minutes of pounding against the door (not in time with the beat, mind you) before the blaring music inside finally came to a temporary pause, and the door swung open.
“Wh--”
“Would it kill you to turn your music down? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s past 3 A.M., and most people are asleep at this time.” Mark didn’t give the other man a single second to speak, bluntly delivering his message with an icy cold glare. It was only after the words left his mouth, that his brain finally registered the appearance of the man standing in front of him.
He was tall (well, taller than him anyways), solidly built with broad shoulders but not ridiculously buff, but also admittedly handsome, with black hair that was long enough to flop into his eyes, but not excessively so that it seemed unkempt.
All in all, he looked perhaps more mature than what Mark had been expecting, but all the same fit the exact image of someone who’d blast rock music in the middle of the night with no consideration for others.
The man in front of him seemed unphased by Mark’s unfriendly demeanor, and instead, only raised an eyebrow.
“Perhaps you could invest in a pair of earplugs? I may have a few spare ones actually, if you’d like.”
At this, Mark only felt his irritation and rage intensify.
“Are you really this shameless? No, I am not interested in earplugs; rather, now, I’m informing you that if you refuse to let others sleep in peace, I will be reporting you for causing a disturbance, I don’t care how good your music tastes are.”
At this, a hint of surprise flashed across the other man’s eyes, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.
“So, you at least approve of my musical tastes, then? Familiar with Defsoul?”
Mark had to physically fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“Yes, I’m actually quite a big fan of Defsoul. However, like I said, I do not appreciate any kind of music that interferes with my sleep. Look, I’m not looking for a fight here, just be reasonable.”
For some reason, Mark’s words only made the other man’s smile grow wider.
“Do you know what the band members look like?”
“Why would I--what?” Mark’s tone lost quite a bit of it’s original frigidness for confusion instead at this sudden question, not understanding why he was still focusing on the band. “No, I don’t, their album covers are always black and white, artsy abstract stuff, and it’s not like I care about what they look like enough to look them up. But what in the world does that have to do with anything?!”
At Mark’s words, the man burst out into laughter, but quickly stifled it at the dangerously frosty glare being sent his way.
“Sorry, sorry. You’re right, you’re right, I’ll be more careful from now on. And to show the sincerity to my apology…”
The man turned around, disappearing swiftly back into his room while leaving his door still ajar. Mark only stood there, confused as he waited. The other man returned within seconds though, pushing something into Mark’s hand.
“Thanks for the support, and good night! Come by and visit some time!”
And with a flash of his pearly whites and a quick wave, the man promptly shut his door once more.
“What the hell…” Mark muttered under his breath as he turned to walk back down to his own apartment. Although he didn’t exactly understand what had transpired, as long as he could sleep in peace from now on…
It was only when he reached the elevator that Mark took a good look at what the other had forcibly shoved into his hands. It took him mere seconds to recognize it as one of Defsoul’s earliest albums, but it was the unfamiliar blank ink on one corner that caught his attention.
It took him a few moments to decipher the messy scrawl, but when he finally did, he nearly dropped the album.
Sorry for disrupting your sleep! Best wishes for sweet dreams,
~Defsoul's Im Jaebum
Im Jaebum. Even if Mark didn't recognize his face, he recognized the name. Im Jaebum. The freaking lead singer of one of his favorite bands, who just so happened to lived directly above him. And had maybe also just invited him to stop by again sometime, despite Mark telling him off for blasting music late at night.
What the actual fuck.
(Mark was secretly fanboying.)
6. Jackbum
Jaebum had been ready to go to bed, already stripped down to his boxers, when the persistent knocking started at his door.
To be fair, it was only 8pm, but Jaebum had just returned from an overseas trip and was still incredibly jetlagged, and tired, so you really couldn’t blame him for wanting to ignore whatever friendly neighbor it was and just go to sleep.
But man, this was a persistent one because the knocking didn’t let up for a solid five minutes, and finally, finally Jaebum gave in.
It was Jackson. Of course it was Jackson. Although Jaebum had only met the guy a handful of times, usually on the elevator, those few meetings had made it abundantly clear what type of person Jackson was. Loud, talkative, overly friendly….and all in all someone with absolutely no concept of personal space or boundaries.
“Hey, Jaebum! Shouldn’t you put on some clothes?” Was Jackson’s cheerful greeting.
“I was about to go to bed, shouldn’t you stop ogling?” Was Jaebum’s dry reply, earning a laugh from Jackson. “What’s up?”
“Can I use your TV? You have cable, right? Please, pretty please?” It was like a switch had suddenly been flipped on; wide, imploring eyes and pouty lips immediately turned a usually manly face into a very solid impersonation of a puppy.
“Why?” Jaebum asked cautiously.
“Mine isn’t workingggggg,” Jackson proceeded to wail overdramatically, as if his dog had died or something. “It’s the season premiere of one of my favorite shows tonight and I need to watch! It’s on in half an hour! Please please please??”
Jaebum grimaced.
“Sorry Jackson, no can do. I actually just got a new TV, and since I’ve been out of town I haven’t had time to set it up yet. Go...go try Mark or something. I’m heading off to bed, good luck and night.”
With that, Jaebum moved to shut the door, but Jackson was quicker, immediately wedging his foot and the side of his body in the doorway.
“No, wait! Mark’s out right now, you’re my only hope, Jaebum! I’ll set up your TV for you, there’s still some time left anyways! Please please pleaseeee this is so important to me I need to watch!”
At Jackson’s panicked pleas, Jaebum finally gave pause. Well, if Jackson was willing to set up his TV, might as well take advantage of it if it meant less work for him later. He’d been planning to go to sleep anyways, so it really wouldn’t hurt to let Jackson watch his show either…
“Alright, fine,” Jaebum relented, moving out of the doorway to let Jackson in.
“YESSS THANK YOU SO MUCH~” Jackson attempted to give Jaebum a flying leap hug in thanks, but Jaebum managed to sidestep successfully, watching Jackson barrel into his couch instead, unimpressed.
Unphased, Jackson picked himself up immediately, attention already fixed on the large cardboard box sitting in the middle of Jaebum’s living room.
“This is it, then?”
Jaebum nodded, moving to his cabinets to pull out his toolbox.
“Here ya go. Just don’t break anything, please, and I’m gonna head off to bed. You can show yourself out after you’re done, and try to keep the volume down. Good night.”
“So cold…” Jackson tutted, but when Jaebum sent him a glare over his shoulder Jackson only chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Got it, got it!”
Business finally dealt with, Jaebum wasted no more time in settling down in bed, pulling the covers over his head, and drifting off to sleep.
~~
On the bright side, Jackson must have heeded his directions of keeping the volume down, because Jaebum slept soundly, not waking a single time through the night before finally awakening to the sun shining through his curtains.
On the downside, Jackson had not only decided to disregard his instructions of leaving after his oh-so-important show was over, he’d even taken it one step further.
Jaebum woke to the bright morning sun, but also to a drooling Jackson three inches from his face.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!”
There was a spasming of limbs, and in the process, Jackson was mercilessly tossed from the bed, landing on the floor with a painful sounding thump and a groan.
“Whattttt it’s so earlyyyyyyy,” Jackson’s muffled voice came from somewhere on the floor while Jaebum’s fury only spiked.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE?”
“It was scaryyyy last night! There were noises so I obviously couldn’t go home, and your couch squeaks so I obviously couldn’t sleep there!”
Jackson yawned, finally sitting up and looking perfectly innocent, as if he’d done nothing wrong and was perfectly justified in his actions. Jaebum took a deep breath, glaring darkly at Jackson, convinced he could feel his own blood pressure rising by the second. But Jackson only cocked his head, as if confused why Jaebum was staring at him in such a way. “What?”
Jaebum finally exploded.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FLAT!!!!!”
A/N: Do drop me a comment if you enjoyed~
4. Markjin
The first time really was just a coincidence.
Jinyoung was taking out the trash, as usual. A thankless job especially considering it all came from a bakery. That meant half chewed donuts, dirty napkins, and the worst of all, coffee. No matter how many times Jinyoung double-bagged, triple-bagged, quadruple-bagged the stuff, it was almost guaranteed some foul smelling brown liquid would still be dripping out from the seams of the bag.
Jinyoung hadn’t had anything against coffee personally before he began working at this particular bakery, but now he couldn’t stand the stuff. By the end of the day the discarded beverage no longer held its savory scent, but had long since turned sour in the heat, and god Jinyoung just wished he could snap his fingers and make it disappear.
Since Jinyoung wasn’t exactly Harry Potter, the next best thing was to run the disgusting crap out of the bakery and fling it into the dumpster outside as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, when one was in a hurry, the likelihood of tripping increased significantly, and Jinyoung had never been the most coordinated person to begin with.
The coincidence, was that he’d tripped right into the arms of Mark Yi En Tuan, who just so happened to be a major cutie and lived right above the same bakery where Jinyoung was currently employed.
And by some miraculous stroke of fortune, Jinyoung had managed to not spill the disgusting bag of garbage all over him.
Instead, he managed to dump it all on himself.
So, yeah. Not the best of first impressions to leave. Jinyoung hadn’t known whether to be relieved or mortified, but thankfully, Mark had handled the situation with all the poise and charm of a gentleman. While Jinyoung had been too busy alternating between cursing and apologizing, Mark had already dashed inside, successfully gotten a hold of paper towels and a new garbage bag, and promptly proceeded to pick up the scattered trash.
By the time Jinyoung had finally come back to his senses, Mark had already disposed of the dropped garbage, and was handing Jinyoung the roll of paper towels with a smile.
“Here, sorry about that. Though it might be easier for you to change out of those clothes than attempt to clean it up…” Before Jinyoung had a chance to say a single thing, Mark was already retracting the paper towels. “Hey, you know what, I live right upstairs, you can borrow some clothes!”
And how could Jinyoung have said no to that smile? After stuttering out his thanks, he’d followed Mark up to his apartment, gotten cleaned up, and changed into a borrowed set of clothes.
And yet, despite the embarrassment of it all, Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel the slightest sense of anticipation.
If he borrowed Mark’s clothes now, that meant he’d have to return them later, correct? The perfect excuse for a second meeting.
And a third meeting (taking out the garbage again). And a fourth (putting up posters). And a fifth (getting some air on his break), sixth (checking to see if the dumpster was full), seventh (garbage)….
Okay, yes, Jinyoung was perhaps just the slightest bit smitten and a whole lot obsessed.
Thankfully, after Jinyoung had finally run out of dumb excuses for why he always happened to be outside when Mark came home, Mark, who always saved the day it seemed, provided him with a legitimate one.
The twentieth meeting took place inside the bakery, and rather than garbage it involved a box of donuts instead, and on them, carefully glazed:
Will you be mine, Park Jinyoung?
5. Markbum
Mark was a very patient person. You really needed to be, as a surgeon. When other people’s lives literally rested in your hands, it required the utmost care, patience, and attention.
But goddammit, Mark was not a fucking saint and he had had enough.
Even if he approved of the guy’s music tastes (Defsoul was one of his favorite bands, actually), he DID NOT approve of any music, good or bad, being blasted at freaking 3 A.M. IN THE MORNING WHILE HE WAS TRYING TO GET SOME VERY WELL EARNED SLEEP THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
After enduring two nearly sleepless nights in a row and nearly screwing up terribly at work, Mark knew he needed to put an end to it.
At that exact same time of night, the walls once again began to thrum from the vibrations of a booming bass, the guitar line easily penetrating through the ceiling and floors, effectively jerking Mark out of his slumber. Groaning, he lay still in bed for a few moments longer, preparing himself, before decisively throwing off his covers.
Mark didn’t care that he was in his pajamas, marching up the floor above barefoot. He didn’t care if his hair was sticking out every which way or if he looked like shit, because if anything that would just help him prove his point.
It took a solid two minutes of pounding against the door (not in time with the beat, mind you) before the blaring music inside finally came to a temporary pause, and the door swung open.
“Wh--”
“Would it kill you to turn your music down? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s past 3 A.M., and most people are asleep at this time.” Mark didn’t give the other man a single second to speak, bluntly delivering his message with an icy cold glare. It was only after the words left his mouth, that his brain finally registered the appearance of the man standing in front of him.
He was tall (well, taller than him anyways), solidly built with broad shoulders but not ridiculously buff, but also admittedly handsome, with black hair that was long enough to flop into his eyes, but not excessively so that it seemed unkempt.
All in all, he looked perhaps more mature than what Mark had been expecting, but all the same fit the exact image of someone who’d blast rock music in the middle of the night with no consideration for others.
The man in front of him seemed unphased by Mark’s unfriendly demeanor, and instead, only raised an eyebrow.
“Perhaps you could invest in a pair of earplugs? I may have a few spare ones actually, if you’d like.”
At this, Mark only felt his irritation and rage intensify.
“Are you really this shameless? No, I am not interested in earplugs; rather, now, I’m informing you that if you refuse to let others sleep in peace, I will be reporting you for causing a disturbance, I don’t care how good your music tastes are.”
At this, a hint of surprise flashed across the other man’s eyes, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.
“So, you at least approve of my musical tastes, then? Familiar with Defsoul?”
Mark had to physically fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“Yes, I’m actually quite a big fan of Defsoul. However, like I said, I do not appreciate any kind of music that interferes with my sleep. Look, I’m not looking for a fight here, just be reasonable.”
For some reason, Mark’s words only made the other man’s smile grow wider.
“Do you know what the band members look like?”
“Why would I--what?” Mark’s tone lost quite a bit of it’s original frigidness for confusion instead at this sudden question, not understanding why he was still focusing on the band. “No, I don’t, their album covers are always black and white, artsy abstract stuff, and it’s not like I care about what they look like enough to look them up. But what in the world does that have to do with anything?!”
At Mark’s words, the man burst out into laughter, but quickly stifled it at the dangerously frosty glare being sent his way.
“Sorry, sorry. You’re right, you’re right, I’ll be more careful from now on. And to show the sincerity to my apology…”
The man turned around, disappearing swiftly back into his room while leaving his door still ajar. Mark only stood there, confused as he waited. The other man returned within seconds though, pushing something into Mark’s hand.
“Thanks for the support, and good night! Come by and visit some time!”
And with a flash of his pearly whites and a quick wave, the man promptly shut his door once more.
“What the hell…” Mark muttered under his breath as he turned to walk back down to his own apartment. Although he didn’t exactly understand what had transpired, as long as he could sleep in peace from now on…
It was only when he reached the elevator that Mark took a good look at what the other had forcibly shoved into his hands. It took him mere seconds to recognize it as one of Defsoul’s earliest albums, but it was the unfamiliar blank ink on one corner that caught his attention.
It took him a few moments to decipher the messy scrawl, but when he finally did, he nearly dropped the album.
Sorry for disrupting your sleep! Best wishes for sweet dreams,
~Defsoul's Im Jaebum
Im Jaebum. Even if Mark didn't recognize his face, he recognized the name. Im Jaebum. The freaking lead singer of one of his favorite bands, who just so happened to lived directly above him. And had maybe also just invited him to stop by again sometime, despite Mark telling him off for blasting music late at night.
What the actual fuck.
(Mark was secretly fanboying.)
6. Jackbum
Jaebum had been ready to go to bed, already stripped down to his boxers, when the persistent knocking started at his door.
To be fair, it was only 8pm, but Jaebum had just returned from an overseas trip and was still incredibly jetlagged, and tired, so you really couldn’t blame him for wanting to ignore whatever friendly neighbor it was and just go to sleep.
But man, this was a persistent one because the knocking didn’t let up for a solid five minutes, and finally, finally Jaebum gave in.
It was Jackson. Of course it was Jackson. Although Jaebum had only met the guy a handful of times, usually on the elevator, those few meetings had made it abundantly clear what type of person Jackson was. Loud, talkative, overly friendly….and all in all someone with absolutely no concept of personal space or boundaries.
“Hey, Jaebum! Shouldn’t you put on some clothes?” Was Jackson’s cheerful greeting.
“I was about to go to bed, shouldn’t you stop ogling?” Was Jaebum’s dry reply, earning a laugh from Jackson. “What’s up?”
“Can I use your TV? You have cable, right? Please, pretty please?” It was like a switch had suddenly been flipped on; wide, imploring eyes and pouty lips immediately turned a usually manly face into a very solid impersonation of a puppy.
“Why?” Jaebum asked cautiously.
“Mine isn’t workingggggg,” Jackson proceeded to wail overdramatically, as if his dog had died or something. “It’s the season premiere of one of my favorite shows tonight and I need to watch! It’s on in half an hour! Please please please??”
Jaebum grimaced.
“Sorry Jackson, no can do. I actually just got a new TV, and since I’ve been out of town I haven’t had time to set it up yet. Go...go try Mark or something. I’m heading off to bed, good luck and night.”
With that, Jaebum moved to shut the door, but Jackson was quicker, immediately wedging his foot and the side of his body in the doorway.
“No, wait! Mark’s out right now, you’re my only hope, Jaebum! I’ll set up your TV for you, there’s still some time left anyways! Please please pleaseeee this is so important to me I need to watch!”
At Jackson’s panicked pleas, Jaebum finally gave pause. Well, if Jackson was willing to set up his TV, might as well take advantage of it if it meant less work for him later. He’d been planning to go to sleep anyways, so it really wouldn’t hurt to let Jackson watch his show either…
“Alright, fine,” Jaebum relented, moving out of the doorway to let Jackson in.
“YESSS THANK YOU SO MUCH~” Jackson attempted to give Jaebum a flying leap hug in thanks, but Jaebum managed to sidestep successfully, watching Jackson barrel into his couch instead, unimpressed.
Unphased, Jackson picked himself up immediately, attention already fixed on the large cardboard box sitting in the middle of Jaebum’s living room.
“This is it, then?”
Jaebum nodded, moving to his cabinets to pull out his toolbox.
“Here ya go. Just don’t break anything, please, and I’m gonna head off to bed. You can show yourself out after you’re done, and try to keep the volume down. Good night.”
“So cold…” Jackson tutted, but when Jaebum sent him a glare over his shoulder Jackson only chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Got it, got it!”
Business finally dealt with, Jaebum wasted no more time in settling down in bed, pulling the covers over his head, and drifting off to sleep.
~~
On the bright side, Jackson must have heeded his directions of keeping the volume down, because Jaebum slept soundly, not waking a single time through the night before finally awakening to the sun shining through his curtains.
On the downside, Jackson had not only decided to disregard his instructions of leaving after his oh-so-important show was over, he’d even taken it one step further.
Jaebum woke to the bright morning sun, but also to a drooling Jackson three inches from his face.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!”
There was a spasming of limbs, and in the process, Jackson was mercilessly tossed from the bed, landing on the floor with a painful sounding thump and a groan.
“Whattttt it’s so earlyyyyyyy,” Jackson’s muffled voice came from somewhere on the floor while Jaebum’s fury only spiked.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HERE?”
“It was scaryyyy last night! There were noises so I obviously couldn’t go home, and your couch squeaks so I obviously couldn’t sleep there!”
Jackson yawned, finally sitting up and looking perfectly innocent, as if he’d done nothing wrong and was perfectly justified in his actions. Jaebum took a deep breath, glaring darkly at Jackson, convinced he could feel his own blood pressure rising by the second. But Jackson only cocked his head, as if confused why Jaebum was staring at him in such a way. “What?”
Jaebum finally exploded.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FLAT!!!!!”
A/N: Do drop me a comment if you enjoyed~