Warnings: ddlb dynamics, if that’s not your cup of tea

Word Count: 1.9k+

Author: Mia

A/N: This is just straight fluff. Absolute, teeth-rotting, cavity-inducing sugary fluff. Hope you enjoy it!

Warning(s): a little (a lot of) swearing

Author: val 

Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: Hey guys! This took forever wOw but I’m finally here with my first fill! I’m a casual writer val who joined at the start of this year and is amazing at procrastinating but I hope you’ll enjoy this, even if the tenses might be hella inconsistent because I suck. Also, fun fact, I’m the youngest here!!

Warnings: Nope

Word Count: 960+

Author: Mitchie

A/N: This turned out to be more angsty than I had planned…I hope you like it :) 

“You have to stop doing that,” Jinyoung groaned as he tried to finish his message while Jackson tried to distract him.

“Doing what?” Jackson asked while grazing his nose down Jinyoung’s neck and leaving soft kisses in the dip of his collarbone.

Rough shivers took Jinyoung by surprise and he gripped his phone tighter, “That.”

Jackson chuckled, the warm air sent another shiver through Jinyoung. Jackson rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder and watched as he texted his sister. Jinyoung loved feeling Jackson this close to him. It was something he wanted every day, but he knew that Jackson wasn’t comfortable being affectionate in front of everyone else. Every time one of the members were around, Jackson became more distant; in his eyes, Jinyoung could tell that he still loved him, but he just wished he would show it publicly. It was a selfish thought but it was how he felt internally.

“Come from around the couch and sit with me,” Jinyoung commanded.

“Why?” Jackson asked, moving from behind the couch anyway and standing in front of his boyfriend.

Jinyoung tugged on his hand so Jackson sat next to him and nestled his head onto Jinyoung’s lap. Jinyoung leaned down and left a light kiss on his temple, making Jackson’s stomach flip and his fingers tingle. Jackson could tell by the way that Jinyoung timidly played with his hair that something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”

Jinyoung sighed and Jackson already knew what he was going to say, “Will we ever be able to tell them?” Jinyoung asked, clearly upset but trying not to let it show too much. “I know you don’t want to, but I can’t keep you a secret anymore, at least not to the other members.”

Jackson lifted himself from Jinyoung’s lap. He huffed out a breath of frustration; they had this conversation almost every time they were alone together. “Why do we have to tell them? We both love each other, isn’t that enough?”

Jinyoung stood up angrily, “Sometimes it is, but I’m tired of being ignored by you whenever we’re near the members or out in public! I’m tired of not being able to even hug you when we win or kiss you whenever I feel like. I want you, Jackson, at least in front of the members if not in front of the public!” he ran a hand through his hair and paced in front of the couch for a second before sitting down.

They both stared at each other. Jackson’s fear prominent in his eyes even when he tried to hide it; Jinyoung’s eyes were tired and broken down from the secret he will never be able to tell anyone. The only reason he had still kept it a secret was because he knew Jackson wouldn’t forgive him if he said anything without talking to him first, he might have even broken up with him which was something Jinyoung wouldn’t be able to handle.

“We’re home!” they heard and Jinyoung felt the usual pain in his chest as Jackson quickly rose from the couch and traveled to the other side of the room.

“Let’s get ready to do choreooooo!” Yugyeom cheered happily.

Jinyoung made eye contact with Jackson once more, but Jackson looked away as soon as the members reached the living room.

It had been a tense dance practice. Everytime Jackson caught Jinyoung’s attention it was a look filled with something angry but also something sad and then he would quickly look away. It hurt Jackson knowing that he caused that pain in Jinyoung and Jackson could do nothing to fix it. He was scared to tell the members. He was scared of how they would react and how the public would react, but he loved Jinyoung more than anything else. He was just as angry at himself as Jinyoung was, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

They started to get into the eye formation that surrounded Jaebum. Jinyoung didn’t look Jackson’s way as Jackson held onto his elbow.  As they pulled away, Jackson accidentally hit Jinyoung’s hand, and he grabbed onto it briefly to apologize but it seemed like Jinyoung didn’t even notice.

Jackson suddenly got an idea and it caused him to trip up on his steps. All the members looked at him, except for Jinyoung, and he apologized. “Can we start from the eye formation again?”

They all got into position and Jackson held onto his boyfriend’s elbow tightly. His heart began to race inside of his chest; he hadn’t been this nervous since he had first asked Jinyoung out; it was a terrifying feeling. After they began to separate, things went in slow motion. Jackson held onto Jinyoung’s elbow this time and slid his hand down until their hands grasped each other’s. For the first time since they started dancing, Jinyoung held Jackson’s gaze. He was shocked as Jackson squeezed his hand slightly and winked at him. Jinyoung felt like he could cry. The unplanned action caused Jinyoung to trip over his feet and this time all the members looked at him.

“Are you guys okay?” Jaebum asked, clearly concerned as to why they kept messing up.

“Yeah we’re fine,” Jackson answered, looking at Jinyoung again. This time his angry gaze was replaced with shock and his eyes looked like he was about to burst into tears.

“Eye formation again?” Jinyoung offered and the other members agreed. They both stared at each other. Jackson’s fear replaced by contentment as Jinyoung’s eyes lit up with hope. As the rest of members separated, Jackson held on tightly to Jinyoung’s hand. He gave Jinyoung a squeeze to remind him that someday everyone would know of their love and that nothing would be able to stop them and this time Jinyoung noticed. He couldn’t be happier.

Warnings: japanese flower emoticons abound lol

Word Count: 1.6k

Author: Chewy

special credits to @gyugyugaga for coming up with @bon_appetweet

also fun fun fun i’ve been on a moodboard rampage and i made one for this fic here~ if you want a visual lol

Warning(s): Swearing, Heavy Angst, Maybe tearsAuthor: EllieWord Count: 500+A/N: Ahh it’s so short… forgive me

Warning(s): Nope. Don’t think so..

Word Count: 1.1k

Author: Mitchie

A/N: I added kid Bambam and Yugyeom. I hope you enjoy :)

Today Jinyoung woke up alone. The unoccupied space next to him felt odd, out of place. He hasn’t woken up alone in almost 5 years. His mind began to wander as he played through every possibility that would make sense as to why Jackson was not in bed with him. It wasn’t a busy work day, they didn’t fight, there’s no fire….so why wasn’t he here?

Jinyoung didn’t start to panic until he checked the kids’ room . Both beds were empty with disheveled covers. ‘Downstairs. They must be downstairs’, he thought as he rounded the corner of their hallway and travelled down the flight of stairs. As he neared the living room, he could hear the faint ruckus of cartoon characters on the t.v.

“I thought you said I would be king!“ Jackson argued. Hearing his voice relieved Jinyoung’s nerves.

“No, I’m king,” said little Yugyeom. “You’re the peasant.”

“What am I?” Asked Bambam.

Yugyeom put a finger up to his mouth and pretended to think. “You can be the Jester! You do funny things to make me laugh.”

Bam went along with the idea and began to jump wildly around the living room. Yugyeom climbed his way onto one of the large recliners and acted like a king with both arms stretched out on the armrests. Bam stopped to stick his tongue out at his younger brother and laughter erupted from both of the children.

Jackson came out of the laundry room with a scarf draped over his head and tied under his chin; he took a knee in front of King Yugyeom, “Please, sir, can I have some money?”

“No!” Yugyeom answered with a big mischievous smile.

Jinyoung watched fondly at the bottom of the stairs as his husband began to fake cry in front of their children. He cleared his throat, making Jackson’s crocodile tears stop abruptly.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Yeah,” Jinyoung chuckled. “It looks like you had all the fun without me.”

“Good morning, daddy!” The boys said in unison before wrapping their arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly.

“Good morning, boys,” he bent down to place a kiss on both of their heads. “Did you brush your teeth?” They nod, “Let me see,” Both boys proudly showed off their nice, clean teeth. “Good!” He praised. “Go upstairs and get dressed so we can take you to school.” They both nodded again and raced each other up the stairs.

Jackson dumped the scarf on the recliner. He puts his hands on Jinyoung’s waist and they share a kiss. Jinyoung thinks he oddly tastes like toothpaste and….gummy bears?

“I’m guessing the boys didn’t have their usual breakfast of pancakes and fruit.”

A mischievous smile crept up onto Jackson’s face, “ Gummy bears might have been added to today’s menu,” This was Jinyoungs favorite thing about his husband: No day was ever the same with Jackson. Even after 5 years, Jackson still finds a way to add a little something different to each day. Even something as planned out as their wedding was changed ever so slightly.

****

Jinyoung had the day planned down to the color of their socks, but of course Jackson had to change up a few things. Before the ceremony began, Jackson had his niece, Aimee, exchange the real wedding rings with little candy ones. The intimate crowd at the venue giggled and “awee’d” as she brought them out. Jinyoung could not believe what he was seeing; he knew only one man could have done this.

Though he began to feel quite anxious about how everyone else felt about the rings, he was put at ease as Jackson interlocked his fingers with Jinyoung’s. He didn’t think he could love Jackson anymore than he already did, but that day was like icing on the wedding cake. Jackson gave him a wink before slipping the candy ring onto his finger.

It fit perfectly

****

Jackson rested his arms behind Jinyoung’s shoulder and interlocked his fingers behind his neck. “What’re we doing after work today?”

“Well…the kids are sleeping over Mark and Youngjae’s, so we could…” Jinyoung trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows and moving a little closer to Jackson.

“Stay home and watch Running Man on the couch?” Jackson offered.

Jinyoung grinned at his husband, “You know me so well,“he whispered. He brushed the tip of his nose over Jackson’s before kissing him again.

Jackson smiled against his lips, “I know.”

****

Jinyoung was welcomed home by the smell of chicken being cooked for dinner. After stressing himself in the studio and dropping the kids off at Mark and Youngjae’s, he was ready to relax and spend the weekend with his husband. Jinyoung set his things on the table by the front door and headed to the kitchen. Jackson was working hard over the stove, whistling to some tune in his head and mixing the chicken in with the vegetables.

Jinyoung came up behind Jackson and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Dinner smells great, Wang gae,” Jackson relaxes into Jinyoungs embrace and continued to stir the food.

“Somebody is happy,” he said while tilting his head to kiss Jinyoungs cheek. “You haven’t called me ‘Wang gae’ in a while now, Park gae.”

“I’m just reminding myself that I have a good life with amazing children and the best husband a man could ask for.”

Jackson kissed his cheek again, “Ditto,” they stood there for a while, Jackson continuing to make dinner while jinyoung embraced him and watched. It was a peaceful silence, one that didn’t require them to open their mouths in order to speak to each other. It’s been a while since they had the weekend to themselves like this. They loved both of their children, but time away from them is healthy and needed for both parties.

 Jackson eventually interrupted their intimate silence, “Alright, dinner is just about done. Get dressed so we can watch our show,” Jinyoung gave him a slight squeeze and left upstairs to change.

****

Jackson watched as Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as soon as his head rested on Jackson’s chest. Dinner was good as always and the first episode of Running Man erupted laughter from the both of them. Jackson knew his husband wasn’t going to make it through 2 more episodes, so he brought a blanket down for them to cuddle up under. He smoothed out the kinks in his hair and listened to the peaceful breathing of the man underneath him.

He whispered a small ‘i love you’ into Jinyoung's midnight black hair and his heart fluttered when he got a small ‘hmm’ in response. He knew the ‘hmm’ translated into an ‘i love you too’ and with that, Jackson rested his head on the cushions of the couch and closed his eyes.

Warning(s): Mythology references, a lot of self thoughtAuthor: SallyWord Count: 10.4KA/N: I honestly am the worst person to ever interpret “fluff” i’m so sorry!!!! Unbeta-ed

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Warning: None? I think?

Word Count: 1k

Author: Mitchie

A/N: Hello, I’m Mitchie, one of the new writers!  I don’t talk much and I write a lot! This is my first 2Jae fic, so I hope you enjoy :)

The doorbell rang as Jaebum finished his fourth round of Overwatch. He had ordered take-out from his favorite place, AmeriThaiKong, and picked the money up from the table to give to the take-out person. He had expected it to be the usual delivery boy, Yugyeom, who had delivered to him the past few weeks. He was a pretty nice kid but they only exchanged a few words each time.

This time when Jaebum answered the door, it was a new person. The guy looked a few years younger than Jaebum and his brown hair covered his eyes as he grabbed Jaebum’s food out of the heating container. He continued to stare until the delivery guy’s brown eyes met his. The man extended the food towards Jaebum with the biggest smile he’d ever seen. The man seemed to have no flaws; from his beautiful brown hair to his bright smile, even the mole under his right eye looked good on him.

The bright smile disappeared as the man retracted his arm back in confusion, “Is this not your food?” He asked. Jaebum began to form words but could only manage a stutter. “You are Im Jaebum, right?”

“Uh…yeah,” he finally managed to say.

“Oh well…here,” the delivery boy smiled again and handed Jaebum his food, which he took this time and sat it on the table next to the door.

“Are you new, uh…”

“Youngjae,” he answered. “And yeah, Yugyeom got transferred to another neighborhood.”

“Great, welcome. I order from here quite often, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me,”

“I hope so,” Youngjae bent his head slightly as he handed Jaebum a receipt and a pen for him to sign.

Jaebum fumbled with the pen longer than he should have before finally being able to sign his name. He handed back the receipt along with his money, “Keep the change.”

Youngjae’s eyes widened, “Really?? This is almost a $20 tip!”

“Yea, you can keep it.”

“Wow. I guess I have to deliver here more often.”

“I hope so,” Jaebum grinned as Youngjae bent his head down once more and messed with the latch on the heating container.

He smiled as he began to leave, “I’ll see you next time, Jaebum.”

Hearing Youngjae say his name again made goosebumps run down his arms. His stomach flipped with a nervous feeling he hadn’t experienced before, “Until next time, Youngjae.”

“Next time” turned out to be the next day.

This time Jaebum made sure to wear something nice instead of the dirty sweats and t-shirt he had worn the day before. He found himself anxiously waiting by the door and fixing his hair in the mirror.

When the doorbell finally rang, he answered the door a little too quickly. “Hey,” Youngjae’s smile seemed to glow today.

“Hey,” Jaebum replied, a little too quickly and a little out of breath.

Youngjae handed him the food and scratched the back of his neck. “Are you having someone over? You look dressed up…” He trailed off and looked down and his foot tapping on the concrete.

“This? Oh no, no one’s coming over.” Youngjae perked up at that and Jaebum grinned. “I…Uh, I just wanted to get dressed today.”

“You look good,” Youngjae’s eyes widened like he had not meant to say that.

“You l-look good, too.”

The delivery boy blushed, “Well, I try to look as good as I can with this uniform and all…”

“It’s nice on you,” Jaebum reached forward and fixed the collar on Youngjae’s shirt. He let his hand linger briefly under his chin as they held eye contact. It was odd how this brown-eyed delivery boy made him feel…

Quickly, Youngjae stepped back and pushed the receipt towards Jaebum, running his hands through his hair and chuckling to himself. Jaebum smiled and handed Youngjae the money and the receipt.

“It was nice seeing you, Youngjae”

“You too,” the man said while stumbling on the way towards his car.

Jaebum didn’t order the next day because he didn’t want to seem desperate, but he did order the day after.

It took a week and a half before Jaebum actually did something. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans multiple times, he even got in a few more rounds of Overwatch before the doorbell finally rang. He took in deep breaths to try and get rid of the butterflies, but his nerves stayed. Youngjae was laughing to himself as Jaebum opened the door.

“What’s so funny?” He slowly felt his nerves leave at the sight of Youngjae’s beautiful, full-toothed smile.

Youngjae, still laughing, took out a fry from the heating container. “You ordered a single fry.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to buy a lot of food because I kind of just wanted to see you.

Youngjae placed the fry back in the heating container. “Y-You did?” He stuttered.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve ordered food almost every day for these past couple of weeks.”

Youngjae scoffed, “You’re a pretty hungry guy.” They both laughed.

“Yes, but not that hungry. I don’t even eat most of the food you bring. It’s just an excuse for me to talk to you because I like you,” Jaebum blurted. Like ripping off a bandaid; scary but quick. “Would you mind going on a date with me?” Jaebum’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, he was way too nervous. It felt like he would pass out before Youngjae even answered.

Before the world went black, he heard Youngjae scoff and Jaebum looked up. Youngjae grinned, “Of course I’ll go on a date with you! As long as it isn’t take-out…”

Warnings: mentions of mental illnesses (schizophrenia) 

Author: Ellie 

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: character death, too much exposition, how to write action?, “I love Dark” -seo changbin voice

Word Count: 1.1k

Author: Chewy

how… do banks work lmao

warnings: jackson’s sense of humour

author: angel

word count: 3.4k

a/n: happy new year friends~ anon i know this is super late, but if you’re still around, hope you enjoy it all the same! this was supposed to be way longer and kind of angstier (oh dear) but i felt we could use something happy ;u; hope you guys enjoy this, thank you for reading~

Warnings: None except for questionable crack

Author: TJ

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Hope this silly fic is amusing for someone xD

warnings: smut, using the word ‘oppa’ too much, camboys

author: jessica

word count: 2157

a/n: finally posting again! I hope you enjoy this anon.

warnings: none except my usual nonbeta-ed mistakes.

author: sally

word count: 3.2K

a/n: I really didn’t expect this to take so long..I don’t even know if it makes sense anymore given that I wrote this with so many interludes