#bambam fanfiction
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Relaxing
Summary: After a long day at work, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Bambam and your four cats.
Oneshot
Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship au
Word Count: 1,262
Bambam X Reader
Requested: I wonder if you can go a lil BamBam fluff :DD Like not over the top fluff but like domestic home fluff? Like reader comes home to a cozy house of BamBam and cats?? Idk, do what you feel is right! Love youuuuuu 💜
[A/n: I did name ½ of the cats. But seriously they can have any name you wish. (One is named King like Bam’s real cat but not an imitation). I don’t write about Got7 too much anymore, if that. I still love them but not enough to write about them. Anyways, the reason I took this is because I’ve known and been friends with this person in real life for many years. On top of having inspiration for it. And today she starts her new job, and I wish her lots of luck. Anyways, love ya too! Hope this is to your cup of tea!]
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You’ve waited for the weekend to come since the dawn of Monday, wanting to be back in Bambam’s arms. But with you both working different schedules, it was hard to be home together. As you clock out, you can’t help but feel giddy. You race out of the building, barely saying goodbye to anyone before hopping in your car. Your phone rings as if he knew, “Hey, Baby, are you on your way?” You grin, “Yeah, I’ll be home in ten. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He hums and says, “No, just you. I ordered your favorite, by the way.” You thank him and say your goodbyes, and after checking the coast that the was clear, you barrel out of the parking lot, looking forward to a long weekend of cuddling and relaxing.
You can’t help but smile as you see your shared home. Back before you bought a house together, he always felt like home. And now that you’re living together, it felt surreal, no matter how many times you return. You call into the house as you set your keys down, “Babe, I’m home~” He calls back, “In the living room!” You smile and reach the living room and see a precious site. Curled up on his lap are two of the four cats you share. You quickly snap a photo, and then he catches sight of you, “I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you all week.” “I’ve missed you too, Bam.”
That’s when the other two unoccupied cats hear that you are home. You hear their loud meows before you see them. You smile softly as the one comes up and walks between your legs, and you pick it up and kiss it while the other leads you to your shared bedroom. The cats hop onto your bed as you change into your pajamas, waiting for you to finish cleaning up. They follow you back to the living room, where you settle beside Bambam.
He smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. Your workday starts to weigh on you as you rest your head against his shoulders. He asks, “You want to tell me about your day?” You shake your head no, and he kisses your forehead, “You don’t have to. I’m glad you’re home.” The two kitties who followed you hop onto your lap, and Bam chuckles, “Seems like they’re glad, too.” You sigh, “This is nice. It’s good to be home.” He nods and lets you have your moments of rest and peace.
Once you unwind from your long day at work, you start scratching the fuzzy gray cat behind the ears, and she instantly starts purring. The other wakes up from the noise and gives you a look, and you let out a light laugh before using your other hand to scratch their neck. The cats on Bam’s lap stretch out and look up to find your home. The one nuzzles into Bam’s chest and asks for pets, which he willingly gives him. While the other, with its outstretched paws, starts making biscuits on both of your legs. Which makes you both laugh as you sit there basking in the moment. The doorbell rings. Bam scoots his cat onto your lap, which causes the one that was lying on his chest to hop off and head to the kitchen to get his food. You both laugh, and he pulls his arm out from behind you and gets up. Once he’s off the couch, the other curls up against your leg where Bambam was sitting.
You smile at the three cats and wait for Bam to return, “Whatcha get?” He grins as he reminds you, “Your favorite.” You give him a small smile, “I thought it’d be a good way to cheer you up.” You agree, and he pulls the coffee table closer to you. He goes to the kitchen, pulls out the utensils, and two drinks for you two. He returns, opens your cans, and hands you your meal so you don’t risk the three cats moving away. But alas, they do, smelling that it’s mealtime. “Did you give them their cans of food?” He nods, “Yeah, but the two here,” gesturing to the ones on your lap, “Didn’t want to eat until you returned.” “And what about Lamb Chop?” He laughs, “She already ate. That’s why she’s so content lying against us.” You laugh, and she moves into your lap after the two who smell pasta hop down to eat their fishy dinners in the kitchen. She rolls over as Bam sits back down and lays across the two of you, “The baby… Always getting what she wants.” He laughs, “Always. How’s our little lamb chop?” She purrs as the two of you rub her belly before digging into your food.
She hops down as you two finish eating. Bam gets up and takes your trash, “Thanks, Bambi.” He smiles, “No problem, Thumper.” You both laugh and after, he throws away the garbage. The two of you go and wash up after your meal. He grabs your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks, “Do you want to watch TV or head to bed?” You think about it before deciding, “Sleep sounds really good right now.” He smiles, brings you into his chest, and holds you, “Okay.” You nuzzle your face into his chest as you sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair and helps you calm down even further. He waits for you to part from the embrace before he asks, “Ready?” You nod, and he leads you both to your bed and lifts the comforter up for you to get under. You give him a light smile as he gets under the covers on his side before tucking you in and wrapping himself around you.
You hear scratching at the door, “Did you let them in?” He groans, “That’s what I forgot!” He clambers out of bed, unraveling himself before opening their mini door. One of them huffs at him, and he sasses, “King, we’ve talked about this. You get huffy with me. You won’t get any treats.” King huffs at him again, and Bam grumbles as he defeatedly makes his way back to bed. You roll over to face him as he climbs back in and gets under the blanket, “You, okay? Did the big bad kitty-cat give you attitude?” He pouts and nods his head. You ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, “Aw, it’s okay, Bammie. He’ll purr, and you’ll forget all about it.” He nods, and lo and behold, King makes his way between you two and rubs up against him. “All is forgiven, little man. You’ll get your treat in the morning as usual.” You look towards King, then at Bam, then at King, and back at Bam before he gets it. And gently moves King from in between you two and kisses your nose, “Is someone jealous?” You pout, “Bam…” Which causes him to grin, “Your pout is so cute, baby.” And kisses your lips, “I love you, now let’s get some sleep.” You whisper back, “I love you too.” He turns off the overhead light with a command and turns on the lower light so you can rest at ease. He rolls you over, and you both laugh as he drags you into his arms. Your cats find their places around you two to sleep. And for the next two days, you can relax and spend them merrily with him and your four fur babies.
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Tear You Apart | GOT7xOC
Pairing: GOT7 x OC
Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.
Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)
Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
"It's just up the block here." Jaebeom said walking with Yugyeom trailing just behind.
On this particular morning, the leader and the youngest were on their way to confront a member of the organization about stealing. They'd probably leave with a finger or two. Make sure he got the message.
A slight breeze blows and Yugyeom stops. Jaebeom turns and looks at him, "what's wrong?"
"Don't you smell that." He sniffs the air. "Fuuck. It smells so good."
Jaebeom raises a brow wondering what the hell YG was talking about but then he smells it too. Jesus. He thought. Funny coming from him but that's how good it smelled. "Yeah I do. Who is that?"
The other mission abandoned, they scan the street for the source. As they look across the way, they spot you walking. It had to be her. They speed to the other side of the road and stalk behind her.
The good thing about being a hybrid is how well you can blend in. Not only were they human in many aspects but they were predators as well. Able to conceal their true selves and built to hunt. She never even noticed them.
They follow her the rest of the afternoon and finally call it a day but not before they get one of their guys to continue following her and report back.
"We've got to try to do this differently. If she gets scared, she'll run." Jaebeom explains to Yugyeom in the car on the way home. "It'll be so much better if she's willing. No compulsion. No holding her captive. None of that."
"Just a little light stalking." Yugyeom quibs with a small laugh but ultimately agrees, "you're right hyung but I want her so bad. What if she says no?" His eyes go dark.
Jaebeom sighs, "then we let her go." His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white. Can we do that, Can I do that? He knew that they needed to be better.
Every potential new mate for them ended up broken because it was all just too much. The manipulations, the compulsions, the constant attention. In the end, it broke them all, whether mentally or physically. And they were lonely. Fooling around with someone to satisfy their needs was nothing. Yes, it satiated the hunger, the thirst but only temporarily. They knew they needed to find the one.
As if reading his mind Yugyeom comforts Jaebeom, "but I think this is it. She's just too perfect not to be."
Once home with their brothers, they explain to them what they smelled. What they saw.
"When can we meet her?" Jackson asks excitedly.
"We don't even know her name yet." Jaebeom rolls his eyes. "Think we need to get the basics first."
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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 44- He's Smitten
Chapter Summary: Jungkook's white shirts go missing. Jen gets noticed by Baekhyun. Bam Bam finally meets Jennie at the Dream concert. Jennie and Jungkook go against each other for dodgeball at school. Jennie checks out Jungkook's English.
Words: 12,000+
Genre: Major Jungkook fluff! And Bam Bam fluff!
Author's Note: Another custom chapter after some BTS events! I really LOVE this chapter and the scenes between Jennie and Jungkook when they played dodgeball at school and ate together after school. One of my absolute favorite chapters I wrote! I love their growing friendship/feelings for each other.
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Jennie slept soundly, on top of Yoongi as they napped on the couch, in the living room. Her alarm on her phone began to ring once the time turned to 1:30 PM, causing them both to stir in their sleep. Reaching over to her phone, she shuts off the alarm and lets out a sigh.
“An hour didn’t go by that quick...” She tried to go back to sleep as she felt Yoongi’s chest rumble against her when he chuckled.
��Unfortunately, it did. Time to go to the studio.” His deep voice was filled with sleep as he began to stretch. Jennie looked at him as he ran a hand through his hair. “You wanna know somethin’?”
“What?”
“You look like shit.”
Used to his smart-ass remarks, she remained unfazed. “Oh? So, do you asshole.”
Yoongi let out another deep chuckle. “What? You want me to lie? Wow, you look beautiful this afternoon.”
“Wow, well you look quite handsome this afternoon.” She mocked. “And your breath stinks.”
Suddenly, Yoongi breathed out heavily so she could smell his stench. As soon as his bad breath hit her nose, she covered it and fell off the couch with a yell.
“Ew! Not funny!” she cringed
“Was to me. Be ready in 20 so we can work on your cover.” He got off the couch to head to the bathroom.
Today was the day Jennie would finish covering Baekhyun’s Beautiful from EXO Next Door. Already admiring him as a K-Pop idol, she wanted to sing one of his songs and the song was really, no pun intended, beautiful. The song was released on April 22nd, and as soon as she heard it, she immediately wanted to cover it. She low-key hoped that he’d even notice the cover.
Meanwhile, Jungkook searched around his room for his white shirts. They were suddenly missing.
“What the heck is going on? I had them right here!” He started destroying the side of his room for his shirts.
Jen heard him muttering to himself in panic and decided to go into his room to see what was the problem. “You good?”
“No, I’m not! I can’t find any of my white shirts! They’re-they’re gone! All of them! ALL OF THEM!”
The Bangtan Girl stared at him like he was crazy.
All this...over shirts?
“Whoa, whoa, slow down. You mean to tell me you can’t find none of your shirts?” She tried to get him to relax as she grabbed a hold of his arm, halting him from pacing.
“Nope! None of them!” He grabbed a hold of her shoulders. “You gotta help me. I need my white shirts, you know how much they mean to me. Help me, please.”
“I’m about to go to the studio. I can help you when I get back.” She suggested, getting out of his grip. “You’re probably overlooking. You sure it’s not in your laundry?”
Jungkook decided to go to his laundry basket and dump out all his dirty clothes. “Nope! Where are they!?” He yelled in frustration.
“What are you whining about?” Jimin approached him out of curiosity.
“Someone had to take them. This is a prank, isn’t it?” Jungkook finally figured it out.
“Take what?” Taehyung joined in.
“Someone took my white shirts!” The Golden Maknae whined and started to fake cry.
Jimin immediately began laughing, which caused suspicion as Jungkook called him out. “It was you wasn’t it!?”
“I didn’t do anything!” Jimin giggled.
“Give them back!”
“Hahahah! It wasn’t me-hahahah!”
“Did you check the laundry room?” Taehyung suggested, trying not to giggle.
“If I find out that one of you messed with ALL my white shirts, there will be hell to pay.” He threatened them and left the room.
As soon as Jungkook left, Taehyung and Jimin started laughing.
“Y’all did it, didn’t you?” Jennie assumed.
“We didn’t do anything, it’s just so funny to see him so worked up over white shirts.” Taehyung giggled loudly.
“I hope he finds them.” She let out a sigh.
“I hope he doesn’t for a while. I like seeing him panic.” Jimin added. “I wonder who decided to take them. Maybe Hobi?”
“We could go ask,” Tae suggested.
“Keep me posted on the madness. I have a song to cover.” She said her goodbyes after they wished her luck, anticipating her new recording.
When she headed to the studio, with her headphones in her ears, she was asked to sound softer and build her way up as the song progressed because, in some parts of the song, there wasn’t any build up the first few times she sang the song.
“Maybe if you think about a boy or ARMY, it could help with the emotion.” She was suggested as she nodded, taking in the advice.
‘A boy, huh? Or ARMY?’ She pondered as her mind started to race with ideas.
With her phone in her hand, having the lyrics on her notes app, she waits for the music to start again. Once the music was heard from her headphones, she starts off softly, bringing out a sad tone to the beginning of the song.
Annyeong naege dagawa
Sujubeun hyanggireul angyeo judeon
neo huimihan kkumsokeseo
Nuni busidorok banjjakyeosseo
Raising her pitch slightly to a hopeful tone, she continued softly. And as she sang the chorus, a smile came across her face as she maintained the hopeful tone of the song.
Neoui misoe naemaeumi noganaeryeo
Nuni majuchyeosseulttaen~
Dugeungeoryeooh~
Her held notes sounded angelic, and strong but not overpowering the beat of the song.
neoui gaseume nae misoreul gieokhaejwo
Haruedo myeotbeonssik~
Saenggakhaejwooh~
Neoege hago sipeun geu mal...You’re beautiful
“Fly to you naegyeote isseojwo...You’re beautiful...” She finished the song softly and opened her eyes as the last bit of the instrumental played out.
“How’d I do?” She asked as she got pairs of thumbs ups in response, praising her efforts. “Ayeeeeee!”
After doing some finishing touches on the song, they post it on BTS’ SoundCloud.
‘Give it a listen! My fav has sung it so beautifully, that I just had to cover it! #JEN’ She tweets, posting the SoundCloud link of her new cover.
She decided to post a photo of it on her Instagram as well with the caption, ‘I had to. #EXONextDoor’
ARMY came rushing in with the comments like there was no tomorrow.
‘This was so cute!’
‘QUEEN!’
‘MOM! I was about to go to sleep!’
‘Welp, I won’t be going to sleep anytime soon. I’m gonna be listening to this all night.’
‘Can you PLEASE do more covers? Your voice is so soothing’
‘Baekhyun needs to hear this!’
‘#DoMoreCoversJennie’
‘@baekhyunee_exo this is great!’
‘I lovvvvveeeee this! Yes Miss Bangtan!’
‘GOD I LOVE HER VOICE’
‘WIG IS SNATCHED’
‘I WASN’T PREPARED!’
‘@baekhyunee_exo listen to this!’
‘If you combine both Jen’s cover and the original song, you can hear how nicely their voices blend. Kudos to Jen’s harmonious vocals. It’s like she’s singing right next to him.’
On her way back to the dorm, she decided to check her Instagram and perceived that a certain someone noticed her cover as she almost dropped her phone.
“He noticed!” She squealed after she read Baekhyun’s comment.
baekhyunee_exo: Well done :)
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On May 23rd, backstage at the Dream Concert, Jen finished getting her makeup done and told the members that she wanted to find her friends. Backstage was hectic, as the staff made sure everything was in order for the show. She managed not to get in anyone’s way as she spotted Jackson finishing up his conversation with one of the staff members.
“Jackson!” She happily waved, catching his attention. A huge smile came across his face as she jogged up to him, pulling him in for a hug.
“Jennie!” He picked her up and spun her around. She laughed at his enthusiasm before getting sat down on her feet. “My favorite American girl. How have you been? Congrats on I Need U.”
“Thank you! Everything is going well, I can’t complain. I’d be lying if I said that we weren’t tired but managing to get wins for I Need U is worth it. I’m so proud of our accomplishments so far.”
“I’m sure. You guys worked hard. I hear that J-Hope and Yugyeom will be dancing together.”
“Oh yeah, they’re gonna kill it. Super excited to see that and GOT7’s stage. Speaking of GOT7, are they free? I’d like to meet them.”
“Oh yeah! They’re very eager. I couldn’t stop talking about you, haha.”
“I hope it was positive things you told them about me.” She let out a laugh.
“Of course, I did. Come on, they’re in the dressing room.” He gestured for her to follow him.
She was excited to meet them, they seemed like great guys to be buddies with. She did want more guy friends after meeting a bunch of girl idols.
“Hey, guys! Miss Bangtan is here!” Jackson announced as they walked into the dressing room. She waved at them in a friendly manner after hearing a chorus of hellos. In the room were Yugyeom, Youngjae, JR, Mark, and JB as they excitedly got into a conversation with her.
“I’m an avid listener of you guys. You’re always on my playlist.” She happily revealed.
“Thank you! What are your favorite songs?” JB asked with a smile.
“I love A, I even know the choreography for it.” She briefly demonstrated as they looked impressed.
“I think she should’ve been in GOT8.” JB laughed as the guys agreed.
“GOT8 sounds catchy. But GOT7 is way better. You guys are the experts in your dances. Other songs I like are Turn Up the Volume, Stop Stop It and Gimme. I’m looking forward to your next comeback.”
After briefly talking some more with the members, Jen noticed that there were only six of them.
“I thought there were seven of you.” She looked around.
“Bam Bam.” Youngjae chuckled to himself, glancing at the members knowingly.
“He’s probably wandering around.” Jackson assumed.
“Ah, okay. I hope I can catch him later. I’ll see you guys around, it was nice meeting you.” She said her goodbyes and left.
“You think he’s gonna even want to meet her? He’s so nervous.” Mark pondered.
“He’s meeting her today. No ifs, ands, or buts. I’m tired of him just staring at her. He needs to man up and talk.” Jackson demanded.
As the show went underway, Jen stopped walking backstage when she heard an excited chorus of her name being called out. Two sets of arms wrapped around her as she was attacked with hugs from Jiyoon and Hyuna.
“Oh geez.” She laughed as the rest of the 4Minute members joined in.
“We missed you!” Sohyun said after they released her.
“I missed you more! How have you ladies been? Oh my God, it’s been a while!” Jen gave them individual hugs.
“We’re doing great, we’re so excited to perform,” Hyuna answered.
“Y’all know I’ll be jamming out when you perform crazy and What’s your name. If you hear screaming, it may be me.” She joked.
As Jen talked with 4Minute, from afar, Bam Bam zoned out as he watched her, mesmerized.
There she was.
She was right there.
So close yet so far, but he was still nervous to talk to her. He felt awkward about approaching her.
What would he say? How would she react?
‘Why is she so pretty?’ He thought with wonder.
He thought her curly hair framed her face so well and brought out her beauty even more. What was it about her that always made his stomach fill with butterflies?
“You’re drooling.” Youngjae nudged him, causing him to get out of his zone. “Go talk to her.”
“She doesn’t bite, man. She’s very sweet.” JB added.
“You’ll get along just fine. Do I need to drag you to her?” Jackson suggested with a grin.
“Please no!” Bam Bam looked at him with horror. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say what’s on your mind?” Yugyeom suggested.
“So, tell her, Hi, I think you’re beautiful. I like you, can I be your boyfriend?” Bam Bam made one of his funny facial expressions as the members ended up laughing.
“That’s...a bit forward.” Jackson giggled.
“And why did you make that face?” JB shook his head.
“Wow, he’s still crushing on Miss Bangtan?” Mark asked in amazement.
“Uh huh. He’s smitten.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.
“I am not!” Bam Bam exclaimed, feeling his face warm up.
“Remember how he was staring at her at the MAMA Awards? Lipsyncing whenever her verse came on? It was so cute.” JR gushed.
“Uh huh. And he’s still looking at her with heart eyes. It’s painfully obvious. But I don’t blame him. Jennie is very pretty-ow!” Youngjae winced once Bam Bam punched his arm, in retaliation. “So aggressive...” He rubbed his arm.
“Well, he gotta wait until the dating ban is over anyway. But at least introduce yourself and be friends with her. Start as friends then confess once the dating ban is over.” JB suggested.
“I’m too nervous, all right? What if she thinks I’m weird?” Bam Bam said with worry.
He thought he could be a bit much with his goofy expressions and it may be a turn off for her.
Would she think he’s weird for how he acts around his friends? How he loves to dance to girl group songs, what would she think about that?
“Are you kidding me?” JR exclaimed. “If she can live with the Bangtan Boys, I’m pretty sure she can deal with you. Jennie will probably think you’re funny and cute. Be yourself.”
“I could’ve sworn she said that she loves when her ideal type is himself and not pretending to be someone else.” Mark thought about her speech on her ideal type, last year.
Jackson shook his head in annoyance. He had enough of his stalling. “That’s it.” He grabbed a hold of Bam Bam and started to walk towards Jennie.
“J-Jackson! No! What are you doing!?” He desperately tried to fight off his grip as he found himself getting closer to her.
No, he wasn’t ready.
He wasn’t ready to approach this girl.
He wasn’t ready to look at her in the eyes.
He wasn’t ready to get lost in them yet.
He wasn’t ready to blush and make a fool out of himself in front of her.
He needed more time.
“I’m tired of your bull, Bam Bam. You’re going to meet her.” Jackson had none of it as they got closer. “Jennie!” He happily shouted after she was left alone.
She turned to the two boys. “Hey, what up?”
“I wanted to introduce you to the seventh member that you didn’t get to meet. This is Bam Bam. Bam Bam, this is Jennie.” Jackson released him.
Bam Bam cleared his throat and smiled shyly, giving her a brief wave.
“Finally! I was wondering where you were!” Her sudden statement caused Bam Bam to look surprised. “Were you hiding from me?” She teased with a smile.
‘Oh my God, her smile...how is she real?’ He thought, feeling himself get flustered.
“N-nah, duty calls.” He replied. ‘Really Bam Bam? Duty calls? I sound so stupid.’ He mentally punched himself.
”I agree, everything is so hectic. That’s the idol life.”
Bam Bam noticed that Jackson had left them alone as he swallowed nervously, meeting her friendly gaze.
“So, you rap?” She asked eagerly.
“Y-yeah. I rap in GOT7.”
“Wow, that’s dope. Yoongi is helping me learn how to rap. I’d love to rap one day. Maybe even be a part of the Rap Line in BTS.”
“I can see that happening. I could give you some tips...if you’re interested.” He suggested
“That’s so sweet of you. I appreciate it.”
“D-did you like your get well basket?” He rubbed the back of his neck as her eyes lit up.
“That was you!?”
He smiled shyly and nodded. “I hope you liked the smarties.”
“Of course, I did! Thank you so much! Well, since I’m in front of you now, let me give you that kiss on the cheek.” She giggled as she pulled him in for a warm hug after placing her soft lips on his cheek.
His eyes almost popped out at the sudden affection but he immediately wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the moment. He caught a whiff of her perfume. It had a fruity scent to it, and it suited her.
‘She is so huggable.’ He thought as he couldn’t keep the smitten smile off his face.
So this was what it was like to have her in his arms. He was in heaven. Bam Bam didn't want to let her go as his mind started thinking about potential date ideas if he could have the courage to ask her out.
The GOT7 members were watching his face with amusement and decided to snap a photo for future blackmail.
After she pulled away, she spoke, “You really didn’t have to do that for me. It was so kind of you. Thanks for caring even if we haven’t met during that time.”
“Anytime. You really worried me. I’m happy that you’re okay.”
“Aw, Bam Bam!” She was touched by his words.
‘The way she says my name.’ He gushed. It sounded so cute the way she said his name with cheerfulness.
“I gotta get back to the dressing room, but it was nice meeting you! I hope we get to see each other again, soon.”
“Likewise.”
She smiled and headed back inside the BTS dressing room while he went back to the members.
“So, did you ask for her number?” Mark asked.
“I wanted to but it slipped my mind.” Bam Bam chuckled nervously.
He was too busy staring anyway. Man was she stunning in person. Photos don't do her justice.
Jackson, however, wasn’t happy with his statement. “How else will you keep in touch?” He frowned, crossing his arms.
“Instagram?” Bam Bam shrugged.
“I would ask for her number if I were you,” JB advised.
“Oh yeah, show him the photo,” Yugyeom spoke up as JR showed him the photo of him grinning like an idiot as he hugged Jennie. “We’re keeping this for blackmail.”
“Why!? Delete that!” Bam Bam shouted.
“Maybe we should show Jennie, what do you guys think?” JB pondered.
“NO!” Bam Bam yelled, trying to grab ahold of the phone.
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In the BTS dressing room, the members were dressed for their performance. Jennie napped on the floor with Yoongi, while Taehyung rested next to her. Hobi decided it was time to mess with the members and he went to disturb Jimin first while filming for a Bangtan Bomb. After messing with him, Hobi went straight to Yoongi and Jennie.
He filmed them, contemplating if he should mess with them but decided against it.
“They’re sleeping too firmly. Last time I got beaten up by them with the others. It wasn’t pretty.” He laughed.
He decided to go after Taehyung instead, messing with his chin while making sound effects to one of the member’s iPhones that was ringing.
Jen kept hearing Hobi’s voice and contemplated if she should hit him so she could sleep in peace. As she opened her eyes, she saw him with a camera, messing with Tae. She glanced over at Yoongi, who had awakened, too.
Not good.
Tae looked over at the napping pair and glanced at Hobi, with fear, shocked that he woke them up.
“You’re really bothersome, doing this.” Tae sighed while Jennie shook her head at Hobi.
“Fuck off,” Yoongi spoke up, causing those around him to laugh.
“He-he cursed.” Hobi giggled.
After a long nap, Jen headed out and walked around until she saw Jiyoon, Gayoon and Sohyun in line for a shooting dart game.
“What’s all this?” Jennie looked around, noticing the spinning wheel and prizes around the staff members, deciding to get in line with them while others got behind her.
“Jiyoon wants the Hulk Buster,” Sohyun answered.
“Hulk Buster! Hulk Buster, please!” Jiyoon looked on, determined. She looked cute, acting like a kid for her Avengers.
“She really wants that Hulk Buster.” Jen laughed. “I hope she gets it.”
“Me too.”
“Oh my gosh is that a Captain America action figure!?” Jennie shouted, pointing it out with excitement. “I want it! I call dibs. It’s mine!”
“You like Captain America?”
“Oh yeah, I love him! Chris Evans is so cute!” She daydreamed, making Sohyun giggle. “He’s my favorite superhero. Just don’t tell Jungkook. He’s more of an Iron Man fan.”
“My lips are sealed.”
After Jiyoon’s failed attempt to get what she wanted, Jennie tried to shoot at the spinning wheel and failed too, winning kimchi flavored noodles. Jiyoon had won cereal and couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“Man, I really wanted that Captain America action figure. I could have it in my room for display.” Jen let out a sigh.
As she parted ways with Jiyoon and the others, Jen continued on her path to go back to the BTS dressing room.
“Finally, I found you!” She stopped in her tracks when she saw Chanyeol from EXO staring her way, smiling brightly.
‘Is he...talking to me? No way, there must be someone behind me.’ She looked back but didn't see anyone.
“Are you talking to me?” She pointed to herself as he nodded happily and bowed as she did the same before looking up at his tall figure.
Jeesh, he was taller than she thought. But his bright smile made his height less intimidating as she felt at ease.
“Sorry if this is really random. I got really excited when I finally found you, hehehe.” He giggled shyly, covering his face. “I’m Chanyeol.”
“H-hi, I’m Jennie.” She felt her face warm up at the Happy Virus.
She always felt like EXO was untouchable and people she could never seem to approach. But Chanyeol seemed very eager and friendly to want to talk to her.
She wondered why.
“Baekhyun has been looking for you. I decided to help him out. He’ll be thrilled to know that I found you.”
“Come again?” Her stomach dropped.
Baekhyun?
Her bias?
He was looking for her?
Her??
Miss Bangtan?
She wanted to faint right then and there.
“He’s very eager to meet you! He wanted to talk to you about your cover. Can I just say that you have done very well? I enjoyed listening to it. Baekhyun can’t stop talking about it. It has been driving some of the members bonkers, hehe.” He giggled.
“Are you serious? Gosh, thank you!” She couldn’t believe he said that. That was a huge confidence booster.
To be praised by Chanyeol of all people. An SM artist. Just wow!
Chanyeol had given Baekhyun a quick text and they waited while having small talk until he walked up to them. Jen told him that she wanted to get the Captain America action figure but had failed, as he decided that he wanted to try out the game after Baekhyun arrived.
“Ah, there he is.” Chanyeol pointed him out and left them to talk.
“Hello!” Baekhyun smiled brightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jennie!”
“Hi!” She managed to say, mesmerized that he was right in front of her. He grabbed her hands with his smile still plastered on his face. It seemed to have calmed her starstruck mind down as she returned his smile. “You’re one of my favorite idols. It’s an honor to finally meet you. I saw your comment on my Instagram, about my cover. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to listen to it. It really means the world to me that you, the original artist of the song, would listen to my cover.”
“It’s funny how it came about. Chanyeol had seen fans tagging his Instagram and mine on your photo and he brought it to my attention. We decided to sit down and listen to it. The first opening notes, Chanyeol couldn’t keep his jaw closed.” He chuckled at the memory as he released her hands.
“Seriously?” She covered her mouth in surprise.
Now that was a plus, that she was able to do that. She needed to stop doubting the potential of her singing ability. There is much to improve, but this right here was a huge start.
“Uh huh. It was well done. How long did it take you?”
“I’ve worked on the song for a week. Due to my schedule, I didn’t have that much free time. I was already familiar with the song because I’d listened to it so many times and sung along in my room. The rearrangement was made in the studio, I worked on making sure the same emotion that you had was there for the song, while still making it my own and then I took it from there. I had a blast working on it.”
“I’m eager to hear more from you. I have always wondered what is it about me that you love so much. I would come across photos of your interviews or videos of you speaking so highly of me. It’s very touching. May I ask why?”
“Well, it’s not hard. Your vocals are so amazing. Like you have no idea how your vocals have made me want to step up my vocal skills. Every time I hear you sing, I am inspired to be able to sing so emotionally, so heavenly and have that much passion. I love watching you perform, too. Your voice and charisma blow me away. I’m learning a lot in this industry, been in BTS for three years and we are still growing musically. You along with many other idols are an inspiration for me.” She revealed in a genuine voice.
“Ah, you’re making me so flustered from the constant support you have for me.” He said eagerly. "Thank you, Jennie,"
He always enjoyed meeting new people and he enjoyed Jennie’s friendly, determined aura around her. Her voice went great with his song. If they were to sing together in the future, it would be a treat for fans for sure.
“I would love to sing with you, one day if you are interested. I’m continuing to improve my vocals so I can push for future collaborations with other idols.” She continued, hoping he would agree.
His smile got wider as he nodded eagerly. “I would love to collaborate with you and teach you a few vocal methods in the future. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know and we’ll work from there once our schedules aren’t in the way. I’m positive SM will agree to it.”
“Re-really!?”
“Really.” He confirmed.
“Thank you so much! Is it okay if I hug you?” She asked.
He laughed at her excitement and nodded, bringing her in for a warm hug.
After their conversation, she asked for a selfie. He stood next to her, smiling sweetly while she grinned widely as they both put up finger hearts.
‘THIS HAPPENED! So happy to finally meet you! Thank you!’ She posted on Instagram and Twitter, causing EXO-Ls and ARMY to freak out.
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After BTS had performed, Bam Bam went out to find Jennie. The GOT7 members were watching him from afar, to see if he would do what he said he was going to do.
Ask for her number.
“You think he’s gonna do it?” Mark asked.
“He better do it,” Jackson demanded.
“I don’t think he has it in him. Watch him chicken out.” JB laughed.
“He better not.” Jackson huffed.
“There she goes.” Mark pointed her out.
Once Bam Bam saw Jennie, taking out her earpiece, and putting it around her neck, he let out a breath and approached her. He repeated everything that he wanted to say in his mind, confident that he wouldn’t be awkward.
Once she turned around and flashed him a smile, he tensed up as she spoke, “Hey, you! Long time no see! Great performance out there!”
“Th-thanks. You were great out there, too. I uh, wanted you to have this.” He presented his hands that were behind his back, revealing the Captain America action figure that she had wanted.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she took a step back. She looked from the action figure to him, in astonishment as he started to chuckle softly, satisfied with her reaction.
“No way! H-how did you manage to win this, oh my gosh!” She happily accepted it, examining it in awe. “My Captain America!”
“I was in line for the game and overheard you talking about it. I was aiming to try out the game, just for fun, but I decided why not try to get the action figure for you.”
“Bam Bam, you just made my night.” She pulled him in for another hug.
‘Two hugs in one night? I’m on a roll.’ He happily thought.
Jackson nodded in approval. “Damn, that was smooth.”
“Whipped~!” Youngjae announced as the members laughed with him while they continued to watch.
“How long did it take you to win this?” She asked after they pulled away.
“Three times.”
“Man. You really didn’t need to go through all that trouble for me. But who am I to complain? I got my Captain America!” She cheered.
“Jennie! Come on!” Jin had called her out from afar, wanting her back in the dressing room.
“Gotta go, but thank you again, Bam Bam.”
“W-wait.” He grabbed a hold of her hand, making her turn back around. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
“Can I-uh-can I get your number?” He stuttered out.
He hoped he wasn’t too forward or was giving her the wrong impression. He sincerely wanted to get to know her more. He liked her after all.
“Yeah, of course!” She took his phone and quickly typed in her number for him. “Here you go!”
“Sweet. Thank you. I’ll see you around, Jennie.”
“Definitely. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” She headed back to meet up with Jin.
“He really had it in him,” Mark said in bewilderment.
“Should we start the ship name? BamJen?” Jackson suggested.
“When do you think he’ll text her?” Jinyoung asked as the members questioned the future of Bam Bam and Jen’s friendship.
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The next day, Jungkook continued to freak out because he still couldn’t find his white shirts in the dorm.
Who would be so evil to take his precious shirts?
Who had the guts to do something like this and expect to get away with it?
“Okay, guys, this isn’t funny anymore, the prank is over, give me my damn shirts back!” He yelled from his room.
“Aish, you still can’t find them?” Namjoon shook his head.
“Damn it!” Jungkook slammed his hand against his opened door in frustration as he walked to the living room.
He was pissed.
This prank wasn’t funny anymore.
“They weren’t in the laundry?” Jin asked, calmly.
“No...” The Golden Maknae grumbled. “Can someone just tell me who did it? I haven’t worn any white shirts in weeks! Somebody just give them back!”
Jimin continued to laugh with Taehyung which caused Jungkook to curse and attack them, wrestling them in the living room. After he beat them up, Jungkook stormed back to his room to try to seethe in solitude.
Once he left, a smirk slowly came across the Bangtan Girl’s features.
‘Wonder how long I should keep this up.’ She thought evilly.
Jungkook was so mad. She almost felt bad for doing this to him. He trusted her so much that he wouldn’t dare suspect her of all people to mess with his white shirts.
Jimin peeped her smirk. He was the only one who knew her secret. When she decided to tell him, he was genuinely surprised that Miss Bangtan of all people would steal Jungkook’s white shirts.
That she would be bold enough to do such a thing.
Days later in the afternoon, Jen chilled in the living room, playing video games by herself until her phone buzzed, getting a notification from the BTS Group Chat.
Jimin: uhhh just to give you a fair warning...Kook is looking for you
Raising a brow, Jennie immediately texted back
Jennie: Why?
Jimin: He knows
Jennie: What do you mean "He knows"
Tae: Ennie, you need to HIDE
Hobi: NOW
Yoongi: You R on ur own kid...
Jennie groaned.
You have GOT to be kidding.
Why did she open up her mouth? She should've known that Jimin would blab out that she took his shirts. How stupid of her to trust him.
Jennie: Jimin!!
Jimin: He beat it out of me! I'm sorry! Jungkook is so scary when he's angry! I'm sorry, Ennie!
As soon as she heard another ping, she checked the notification, feeling her stomach drop at who had messaged next in the group chat.
Jungkook: Jennie.
Jennie: Hey Kookie! :) :) :)
Jungkook: So...you touched my white shirts, huh?
Jennie: Me? Nooooo, I would never
As soon as Jen saw the next message, she immediately got off the couch, in panic.
Jungkook: I’m coming for you
She reread the text and ran into her room, earning a loud laugh from Namjoon who was in the kitchen. Shutting the door, she locked it, pacing around. She should've thought things through. She'll never make the mistake of telling anyone her plans.
She decided to hide under her bed, hoping that would be a great hiding spot.
Jennie: I didn’t do anything!
Tae: Jungkook please reconsider! Ennie is an innocent soul!
Hobi: Don't do this Jungkoko!
Yoongi: She dead
Jimin: Jungkook don't!
Jungkook: Where is she?
Jin: Whatever mess you make, I won't be cleaning it up.
Jennie: Jin! You not going to help me!?
Jin: This is your responsibility, sweetie.
Yoongi: She dead.
Jimin: Jungkookie noooooooooooo
Jungkook: I won't ask again.
Jungkook: WHERE
Jungkook: IS
Jungkook: SHE?
Namjoon: Last time I checked, she just ran in her room
Jennie: NAMJOON!
She received a peace sign emoji from the leader and a devil emoji from Jungkook
Jennie: Kookie please!
Namjoon: I'm leaving the dorm. I don't want to see or hear what punishment he has in store. I'll be at the studio
Yoongi: She dead.
Jimin: YOONGI NOT THE TIME!
Yoongi: Do you want me to lie? She's dead.
Namjoon: Don't punish her too hard, Kook. You don't know your own strength at times
Yoongi: She'll learn her lesson once he's done with her
Namjoon: Good luck Jennie!
Hobi: No! No! No! Jungkook this is a bad idea!
Jimin: Jungkookie don't lay a finger on our Ennie!
Jungkook: I'll be laying more than just a finger on her
“Why me?” She complained.
She was now alone in the dorm. And Jungkook was coming back any minute. It was too late to leave the dorm. He could be already here.
And as soon as she thought about it, she heard the front door open and close.
Great...
Her stomach dropped as she heard footsteps. She quickly put her phone on silent, doing everything she could to not make a sound. Hearing her doorknob rattle, her nerves got worse.
“Of course, you would lock the door.” She heard Jungkook’s voice filled with annoyance.
“Jungkook! It was just a prank!” She exclaimed. “Leave me alone! I’m sorry! It was a prank!”
“Oh, I know. But when you mess with my white shirts, I have the right to give you a proper punishment. Open the door.” He demanded.
“Jungkook, think about what you’re doing!”
“Open the door, Jennie.”
“Jungkook, let’s talk about this!”
“Oh, we’ll talk. My hands are going to do the talking. Now, open the door.” His voice went down an octave, giving off a threatening tone.
She decided to stay silent and for a moment she heard no more noise.
Maybe he left?
She considered getting from under the bed but decided against it after she heard more noise coming from her door. She realized that he was working on removing her bedroom door handle with some type of tool he found.
‘You have GOT to be kidding me! Am I worth this much trouble?! Over white shirts!?’ She panicked as he finally opened her door.
She swallowed nervously as her eyes came into view with his timberlands walking around her room.
“Are you going to reveal yourself or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?” He talked out loud to her.
Jen kept her mouth shut. Maybe she could try to escape this. He was fast but she could squirm out of his grip if he caught her. Seeing the light from her phone flash, she glanced at it to see the missed messages from the group chat
Jimin: Jennie! Are you safe!?
Tae: ENNIE!
Yoongi: She dead
Hobi: Munchkin!
Jimin: GUYS SHE’S NOT ANSWERING!
Yoongi: She dead.
Namjoon: She brought this on herself haha.
Jimin: What have I done!? Ennie! Answer us!
Yoongi: She dead.
Hobi: You sure you should’ve
“Crap!” She yelped as he grabbed a hold of her ankles, pulling her from under the bed. She didn’t even get the chance to read the rest of Hobi’s message.
Jungkook turned her around to face him and pinned her to the floor before she could have the chance to crawl away. As she looked up at his stern expression, she swallowed hard. That was a look she was not used to.
“Now...we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.” He advised. “I think it’ll be in your best interest to go the easy route because I tend to not be so merciful when it comes to things like my white shirts.”
“Kook, come on now. Let’s not do this.”
“You brought this on yourself.”
“Jungkook!”
“Now I’m going to ask you one question...and you are going to answer me truthfully, do you hear me?” He got closer to her face.
His serious expression made him look more mature as his piercing gaze stayed on her like a hawk, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It was intimidating to see him like this and she wondered how she would be able to escape.
Where was Jimin or the rest of the guys? Shouldn’t they be scrambling over here to help her instead of texting the group chat?
“Where are my shirts?” Her thoughts were interrupted.
“I don’t know where they are!” She struggled against his strong grip. She could hardly move from under him.
“Strike one.”
“Kook!”
“Tell me where my white shirts are.”
“I don’t know!”
“Strike two. One more, you’re done for. I’m going to ask you, one more time. Where-are-my-white-shirts?” He demanded as his nose grazed hers.
“They’re someplace...where you are never going to find.” She boldly answered. “Admit that I outsmarted you, Kook.”
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, feeling himself getting more aggravated that he still didn’t have his white shirts.
It had been weeks.
Weeks since he’s had them.
Her stomach flipped when he leaned down, and she felt his warm breath against her ear. “You know, I really thought I could trust you. It seems like I need to be more mindful of those close to me. Because they can turn on you just like that. And take things that are precious from you. Like my white shirts for example. You know I wasn’t even going to prank you at all for this prank war? But I guess you didn’t have the same mindset. So, do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”
“Let me go and forget this happened?”
“I could...but that won’t be fun, now would it?” He put both her wrists in one hand as his other found itself slowly grazing the side of her stomach, causing her to squirm.
That was a sensitive area, because he’s been there before, and she knew what he was about to do.
He was going to tickle her.
“No, please! Not that, anything but that! I’ll buy you lamb skewers! Anything but that!” She started to panic.
“Should’ve thought of that before you said what you said.” He moved back from her face, watching her attempt to move around from under him.
“It was so tempting, I’m sorry-“ She was cut off by her laughter as he began to aggressively tickle her sides with both his hands. “St-sthap it-hahahah! Jungko-ok!”
“What was that? Huh?” He teased, as he tickled her relentlessly, watching her become undone.
“Are you going to tell me where my shirts are?” He questioned over her loud laughter.
No matter how much her hands tried to push him away, he continued to be relentless.
“Please-!”
“Please what? If it’s not about the location of my white shirts, I’m not listening to you beg for mercy. Suffer.” He answered her pleas with no remorse.
After a few more moments, she couldn’t take anymore, and finally, gave up. “Okay! Okay! Enough! I’ll tell you!”
He left her alone, smirking in satisfaction as he waited for her to pull herself together. “Now...about those white shirts...”
“Th-they’re at Amber’s place.” She revealed, trying to catch her breath.
“And I’m sure you’ll return them to me, today, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Glad we could work something out.” He grinned triumphally. “But just a fair warning...Pull something like that again, the punishment will be even worse. That was me going easy on you. These hands can do a lot more damage.”
“I am never telling anyone anything ever again.” She groaned.
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The next day, at school, Jennie and Jungkook attended gym class together. The two combined classes found themselves sitting on the floor, as the gym teacher announced that today’s activity would consist of dodgeball. Hearing that caused Jungkook’s mood to boost. He loved dodgeball and was looking forward to playing it.
“Jeon Jungkook. Jennifer Walker.” The gym teacher called them out, gesturing for them to stand next to him. “You two will be today’s team captains.”
‘Team captains? So, I’m going up against Kook in dodgeball?’ Jen thought as she glanced at her best friend.
Jungkook and Jennie were more competitive than others, and it would mean the world to her if she could beat him in dodgeball. It would give her some type of closure since he would usually beat her in video games.
The gym teacher told them to play one round of rock, paper, scissors to see who would get the first pick and Jungkook won by choosing paper over Jen’s rock.
The Golden Maknae looked around the handful of classmates that sat on the gym floor, waiting patiently to be picked. He pondered about which person to choose first, wanting strong teammates since he was stronger on offense when it came to dodgeball.
His eyes landed on Jennie’s shy friend, Hayoon, who was looking down at her feet. “Hayoon.” He called out, causing her to lift her head in surprise.
“Y-yes?” She stuttered.
“Come on, you’re on my team.” He smiled softly, beckoning her to come over.
As soon as she heard him call out her friend’s name, Jennie stared at him in disbelief. “What? My friend though? How dare you?”
“All about the mind games.” He teased as Hayoon stood behind him.
“Sorry, Jennie.” Hayoon smiled apologetically.
“Okay, you knew I was gonna pick her.” Jen frowned at the Golden Maknae.
“Exactly. I know you better than you know yourself. I know how you think.” He replied confidently.
“She’s supposed to be mine.”
“Not today.” He grinned cockily.
“I’m going to....” She trailed off, shaking her head. “The Lord is testing me today...”
“What?” He challenged. “What are you going to do, my dear friend?”
She wanted to smack that grin off his face but she suppressed her urges.
“You better take good care of her.” She huffed and turned to Hayoon. “If he does anything wrong, let me know. I’ll give him a beating back at the dorm.”
Hayoon smiled softly. “I’m sure Jungkook and I won’t have any problems. He is a nice person.”
“You hear that Jennie? I’m nice.” He happily announced.
“She’s only trying not to hurt your feelings. We all know you suck.” She turned back to her classmates, smirking in amusement when he yelled “Yah!”
After picking their teammates, the gym teacher began to explain the rules. “All right, I’m sure we know how to play this game but I added some more rules, to make it more intense. If the ball hits you, you’re out. While you stand on the sidelines when you’re out, you can have one of your teammates that’s still in the game, throw you a ball and you can try to shoot the ball into the basketball hoop. If you make the ball in the basket, everyone from your team is back in the game. If it hits the backboard, only you are back in. Captains, face each other, please.”
Jungkook and Jen faced off, staring each other down intently, as their classmates looked on in anticipation. Jen looked at him up and down, stepping up to him.
“Golden Maknae.” She acknowledged.
Jungkook smirked at her competitiveness. “Miss Bangtan.” He mimicked her movements.
“Ready to lose?”
“I think the question is, am I ready to win.”
“No, not today. You may beat me in video games, but today, you will be the one who’s losing for a change.”
“We shall see about that.”
“I want a clean game.” Their gym teacher interrupted their face off. “We’ll play three rounds. Whoever gets two wins will be victorious."
Jungkook looked at his opponent, examining her. Jennie’s defensive skills were only getting better and better. Something that he couldn’t touch. But unlike him, she didn’t have great aim and never went on an offensive route for games. If he could stay on her team, throwing the balls relentlessly, he should get everyone out and win the game effortlessly. His team had stronger players, the main thing he needed to focus on was her quick instincts to avoid getting hit.
Defense vs. offense.
It would be a great set of matches between the two teams.
The 97 Liners shake hands while their teams go to their spots. Attempting to walk back, Jen is pulled forward by Jungkook due to his strong grip on her hand. She looked up at the tall Golden Maknae with a serious expression.
More trash talk?
“Before I let you go, I just want to wish you luck.”
“How kind of you.”
“And I’ll happily enjoy some lamb skewers when I win. Your treat of course.” His bunny smile showed on his features.
She knew he was up to something. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him playfully. “Hm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, when I win, I want my noodles. I will enjoy that treat to the fullest.”
“I think you may want to get your mind off noodles. The lamb skewers will be a great meal after school. Might as well prepare for it.”
“Ha! You tried it.”
“Make the best 97 Liner win.” He released her and headed over to his team with a confident look on his face.
Meeting up with her team, they prepare for the first round. “What’s the strategy?” One of her female teammates asked.
“All right, I have a plan in mind. It may sound crazy, but I strongly believe this will work. I want to take a risk.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Don’t get the dodgeballs first. Wait for them to get it.” She informed as they stared at the set of medium-sized, colorful balls in the middle of the gym floor.
She heard some of her teammates question her strategy. “You sure? Shouldn’t we run and get the balls?”
“That’s what they think we’re going to do. But we’re not going to. Catch them off guard. Make them believe they’re at an advantage.”
“Okay and then what?” Another teammate asked
“I want us to watch the balls and catch them whenever they throw them. Put your hands out like this.” She demonstrated. “Whatever you do, catch it, and then they’ll get out. If we can all catch their balls when they attack, then that means we’ll have fewer people to get out in the game, and we’ll have all the balls then. Trust me.”
Her teammates noticed a strong leader aura around her, as her plan made sense.
“When you get a ball, aim for their legs and feet.” She continued. “If you aim at their upper body, they’ll have more of an advantage to catch the ball. Their legs, however, different story. I won’t let you guys down, I will fight until we are victorious today. I will lead us to victory. Keep a cool head, and keep your eyes open at all times. Anything can happen in just a blink of an eye. Got it?” She looked at her teammates, who appeared motivated and pumped up.
They all put their hands in the middle. “One, two, three, Defensive!” They shout, throwing their hands up in the air.
Both teams placed their hands on the wall, waiting for the teacher’s cue. This was it. All or nothing. Jen’s heart began to race from anticipation. Her team needed to win this.
“Begin!” The gym teacher blew the whistle.
Like Jen planned, her team stayed back as Jungkook’s team ran up and got the balls. His team looked confused that her team stood back and thought it wasn’t the wisest choice. His team, as expected, threw the dodgeballs at her team, and Jen watched in approval when her teammates caught the balls.
Jungkook widened his eyes in shock at what just happened as he saw a handful of his teammates walk to the sideline. Irritation was clear on his face as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at Jennie. He was not happy at how quickly he lost teammates.
“BOOM!” Jennie fist pumped, high fiving her teammates who were cheering. She turned back to Jungkook with a huge smile on her face, having her arms outstretched, tilting her head to the side. “Now THAT is how you make a statement! We here to win today!”
“Game on.” He growled. “Watch your back.” He pointed her out.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game. I outsmarted you. Admit it.” She shrugged.
“Yeah, and it’ll be the last.” He huffed.
He was not happy. He refused to lose to her.
It was on, now.
As the game went on, Jen’s teammates noticed how patient and understanding she was towards them as she gave them encouraging words throughout the game. She wanted everyone to remain calm and not be intimidated just because Kook’s team had stronger players.
Suddenly, without even noticing who hit him, Jungkook gets hit on the thigh by a ball.
“Jeon Jungkook, you’re out!” The gym teacher announced.
“Aish...” He threw his ball down in frustration and walked over to the sidelines.
He was so focused on trying to get Jennie out that he failed to realize others were trying to get him out too. Getting strong players out of a game was always a smart move, and he knew he had targets on his back.
Jennie’s team managed to win Round 1 thanks to their effort of catching the dodgeballs whenever their opponents tried to hit them.
“Aaaaayyyyyeeeeeeee!” Jennie yelled as she performed the Shmoney dance in celebration.
She happily gave her teammates high fives, praising them for their efforts, and told them to keep it up.
For Round 2, Jungkook’s team came back in full aggression. It seemed like getting the first loss of the game, lit a fire in the Golden Maknae as he did everything he could to get as many opponents out as possible.
Seeing an available ball standing in the middle of the gym, the 97 Liners glance at each other and make a run for it.
‘I need that ball.’ Jen thought hastily as she ran as fast she could.
Before she could grab it, Jungkook managed to swipe it from the floor first. She stumbled back and fell on her butt with a grunt and cautiously looked up at the Golden Maknae.
“Gotcha.” He smirked, readying himself to throw the ball.
‘Relax, Jennie.’ She calmed herself down.
If her teammates saw her panic, they would panic too. She needed to stay strong in this predicament. Telling her body to move as soon as she saw him move his hand to throw the ball at her, she barely managed to roll away, earning whoas from her classmates.
“As expected.” He grabbed another ball that was by his feet.
Mostly everyone had the balls on the sideline, aiming to make a basket so their whole team could get back in the game.
He threw another fastball at her, making her jump out of the way with a yelp.
‘If I didn’t move one inch, that would’ve hit me.’ She huffed as she got on her feet, watching his every move. One false movement, she was done for.
‘Clever girl.’ He thought, impressed.
He enjoyed the challenge.
‘Maybe if I could try to catch the ball.’ She thought as she stayed alert. ‘But his aim and speed of the ball are so intense, I’m not sure if catching it would be wise, in fear that it may fall out my hands.’
Hayoon stood next to Jungkook as she aimed a ball right at Jennie, who ducked down in the nick of time.
“Aye! Why is it two on one!?” Jen exclaimed as she continued to jump out of the way from any balls aiming at her.
“Sorry, Jennie. But you need to get out.” Hayoon giggled and threw another ball.
“Bye!” Miss Bangtan waved at her friend when she caught her ball. A pout came across Hayoon’s face as she walked over to the sidelines. Before Jen knew it, a dodgeball hit her right in the butt, causing her to turn to the thrower in shock. “Ow! You hit my ass!”
“Perfect shot!” Jungkook laughed, fist pumping. “Don’t take your eyes off me, next time!”
“Oh, so that’s how we gonna play, huh?” Rolling her eyes in annoyance.
Jennie stood by the sidelines while the rest of her teammates played against Jungkook and his team. Jen had tried to make a basket a couple of times but to no avail as Jungkook blocked every single one.
“Oh my god! Back off!” She yelled in frustration.
Why couldn’t he just focus on the game? Not on blocking her baskets?
Hayoon unexpectedly made a basket, causing her whole team to cheer.
“I made the shot!” She jumped up and down happily.
Jennie groaned as she saw all of Jungkook’s teammates run back into the game. She watched painfully as her teammates remaining got hit, causing Jungkook’s team to win this round. He immediately celebrated with his teammates, acting hyped up as he jumped up and down with them.
Jennie on the other hand, gathered her team to group up in a circle. “We may have lost that round but don’t let that discourage you. We still got this. All of you did a great job holding your own. And now we are in the last round. We’re going to need to be more on offense this time. But remain cautious of your surroundings. Never take your eyes off your opponents. We got this. Go hard or go home. Let’s take this victory!” She shouted as her team cheered.
“Final round!” The gym teacher blew the whistle.
This time, Jen sprinted forward to grab two of the balls in the middle of the floor and managed to hit two people in the process. After ducking around and avoiding the balls that were aimed at her team, she finally caught a ball that almost went over her head. Tossing it to one of her teammates to use, Jen watched triumphally as the person who threw the ball walked to the sidelines.
The game was equally matched, and both teams were determined to win. Near the end of the game, Jen stood by the sidelines with her team while Jungkook was still in the game, with one other person going up against three people left from her team. He seemed to be getting everyone out before it was just three people left because her teammates could not seem to hit him with a dodgeball.
“Whatever you do, don’t let Jennie get back in.” Jungkook requested his teammate as he went on to try to get the last people out.
Those Lamb Skewers were his.
Meanwhile, Jen couldn’t hide her frustration every time she aimed the ball at the backboard, it would get slapped away by Jungkook’s teammate before it could touch it. Butterflies were in her stomach as she witnessed that there was only one person left from her team.
“Please...” She whispered as she tried one more time.
“Walker! You’re back in!” The gym teacher announced.
Sighing out of relief, she ran to her teammate. “You good, girl?” She asked as she got handed a ball.
“No, I’m freaking out! I can’t do this. I can’t hit them, we’re going to lose!”
“Hey. Get that negative mindset out of your head. Remember what I told you. You can catch the ball to get people out in dodgeball. You got this. Trust me.” She reassured. The two of them ducked as a loud smack was heard against the wall when Jungkook’s fastball clashed against it. “I would like my head!”
“And I would like to win!” She heard him say.
Jennie kneeled and caught his teammate’s ball that was aimed at her feet, leaving Jungkook to be the last man standing for his team. He throws two fastballs, ready for this game to be over before anyone else from her team can get back in the game.
Unable to move in time, one of the balls hit Jen’s shoulder, causing her to fall back. Looking up, she saw that her teammate had a shocked expression on her face and she saw a dodgeball in her hands.
She had caught his other dodgeball.
“Atta girl!” Jen got up and rushed to hug her.
“Winner! Team Jennie!” The gym teacher announced. Her team all rushed up and joined in the hug, jumping up and down, and cheering in celebration.
“WOO! That is what I’m talking about!” Jennie beamed, with a huge smile on her face.
Jungkook, sitting on the gym floor, was disappointed that his team lost but was praised for his efforts. He watched Jennie celebrate, and it was like he was watching her in slow motion as her hair flipped to one side when she turned her head to him. The same bright smile still on her face.
She was something else.
Before he knew it, she was in front of him, extending her hand out. He smiled and took it as she helped him up.
Keeping a strong grip on his hand, she spoke, “Good game, Kook. Thanks for going all out on me. Your team pushed me harder than ever before.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m kind of glad you beat me.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah, because you make competitions fun. You’re unpredictable. But just so you know, I’ll be the one winning next time.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“I’m ready for whatever you bring at me, bunny.”
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After changing in the dorm, Jennie and Jungkook took a stroll together, aiming to head to a local noodle restaurant so he could treat her to noodles since she won the game. As Jungkook approached the restaurant, he watched in confusion as Jennie walked past it.
“Wait, don’t you want noodles?” He asked as he followed her.
“I did. But I changed my mind.” She replied as she stopped in front of a Korean BBQ restaurant. “I’m kind of craving lamb skewers.” She smiled, giggling at his happy reaction.
“No way, are you serious!?” His bunny smile came across his features.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” She teased as he eagerly opened the door for her, letting her walk in first.
“Trust me, I won’t let you. You won’t regret it.” He replied as he walked in.
Getting seated at a booth, facing each other, they ordered lamb skewers and watched them cook. Some lucky ARMY came to the right restaurant because they secretly watched the 97 Liners. Some took photos, filmed them briefly, and watched them with giggles.
Jungkook noticed and felt a little shy when he heard one of them murmur, “Don’t they look cute?”
Jennie watched the lamb skewers cook while Jungkook ended up gazing at her. She rested her elbow on the table as her fingers tangled in her curls. The way she would briefly check her phone, watch the lamb skewers cook with anticipation, and how she scrunched up her nose out of habit, he thought it was some of the most adorable things he had ever seen.
Feeling eyes on her, she decided to remove her hand from her hair, setting her arm down. She flashed him a sweet smile and silently commenced a staring contest until she burst out in laughter from another one of his derp faces.
Jungkook smiled and looked down, chuckling his own self.
“This better be good.” She warned.
“They will be, trust me.” He guaranteed. “You won’t be disappointed.”
“I blame Yoongi for your obsession with this. But at least I finally get to see what the hype is all about.” She grabbed a stick after it finished cooking and took a bite.
“Well?” Kook looked on in anticipation.
“Yo, this is bomb!” She took another bite.
“Yes!” He fist pumped. “Told you that you would like them.”
As they ate, he requested to take photos, to let Yoongi and ARMY know about her new fascination with Lamb Skewers. The first photo he took was of her smiling while looking down because he said that he still couldn’t believe she beat him in one of his favorite games.
‘She’s still laughing at the fact that she beat me in dodgeball today at school. I will not lose again. #JK’
The next photo he took was a selfie of them, as he put up the peace sign and she stuck her tongue out. He tweeted the photo, ‘Suga Hyung, she tried lamb skewers for the first time, and loved it! Got her hooked!’
Yoongi would reply a few moments later, ‘Welcome to the lamb side. Once you get in, there is no way out, smartie.’
Placing his phone down, he looked up, watching her as he noticed her nose occasionally twitching cutely like a hamster. It gave him the urge to want to kiss it. Unintentionally, he let out a soft chuckle which caused her to look up and smile.
“What?”
“You keep twitching your nose.”
“Oh.” She touched her nose. “It’s a habit. I don’t even know I’m doing it.” She laughed. Moments later, he noticed her nose twitch yet again.
“You did it again.” he teased, making her cover her nose.
“I don’t mean to! Stop staring, you’re embarrassing me.” She laughed. A few seconds later, she glanced at him as amusement was shown on his features. “Stop it!”
The Golden Maknae let out another laugh. “Can’t help it.”
As they continued to eat, Jungkook noticed how big her cheeks would get when she stuffed food in her mouth. It was official. He saw no difference. She resembled a cute hamster. No wonder ARMY had been commenting about that on their Twitter. Now he saw why.
“So, how is your English?” She went to her native tongue.
He looked shooked at her question. “Don’t want to talk about that.” He said with a sigh.
“What did you get on the English test?” She went back to Korean.
“Let’s not talk about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“When’s your next test?”
“I have a test from the basics to what we’re learning now.”
“Let’s work our way up then. When’s the test?”
“In a few days.”
“Jeon Jungkook.” She scolded as he grinned sheepishly. “I’m going to kill you. You should’ve told me earlier. I could’ve been helping you.”
“Sorry.”
“Forgiven.” She replied. She watched him go through his bookbag, take out his English study guide for the test, and hand it to her. “Let’s start with greetings. Greet me in English.”
“Hello, my name is Jungkook.”
She did a double take when she heard his voice go down an octave. “How the heck did your voice get so deep?” She stared at him, astonished. “Manly...”
“Manly?” He repeated with a grin.
“Your voice sounds so different when you speak in English. And your accent is thick.”
“You like?” He raised a brow.
“Eh heh heh~” She chuckled nervously, causing him to smile teasingly.
“Yeah. I do.” She admitted.
His bunny smile got wider. It made him feel good that she enjoyed hearing him speak in her language. And how she called his voice manly. He felt good about himself.
She looked back down at the paper. “It’s 9 AM. What do you say to someone during that time?”
“Good morning.”
“It’s 3 PM. How do you greet someone?”
“Good afternoon.”
“It’s 11 PM, how do you greet someone?”
“Good night.”
“Okay, I see you.” She praised, nodding in approval. “Let’s have a brief conversation in English. Good afternoon, Jungkook.”
“Good afternoon, Jennie. How are you?”
She had to admit, he sounded cute when he was trying to speak English. She would help with his pronunciation of the words so he could speak clearer as they spoke.
“I am great. How are you?” She responded.
“I am well.”
“What is the weather today?”
“It is sunny.”
“What season are we in?”
“It is spring.”
“Can you describe the weather? Rain? Clouds?”
“It is sunny with clouds. No rain.”
She nodded. “All right we’re getting there. Looks like you’re also learning about appearances and colors. So, how would you describe me in English?”
“Beautiful.”
She couldn’t fight the growing smile on her face. That was smooth.
She touched her hair, wanting him to describe the color. “Hair color.”
“Pretty.”
“Hahah, the color, Kookie. Color.”
“Brown.”
“Can you say it in a sentence?”
“You have pretty hair.”
“The color?”
“You have pretty brown hair.”
She giggled. “Thank you. What type of hair do I have?” She touched her hair again, fluffing her curls.
“Pretty hair.”
She placed her head down as he began to giggle. If he keeps this up, her face will begin to warm up at all these compliments.
He was straightforward with his answers. No hesitations, just genuine.
“Pretty curly hair.” He corrected himself as she lifted her head back up.
“What color is my skin?” She tapped her bare forearm before going back to look at the paper.
“Beautiful black skin.”
Stopping what she was doing, she slowly lifted her head, gazing at him, speechless. That statement hit her heart as she thought about those wanting her to bleach her skin, calling it dirty. She received so much crap about her colored skin, and to hear him call her skin beautiful with no hesitation, touched her.
“...Do you...” She spoke softly. “...really mean that?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “You...have beautiful skin. Not dirty. Do not listen to hate. Listen to love. Listen to BTS. Listen to ARMY. You are beautiful. No lie.” His English was still broken, he stumbled on the words, and not to mention his thick accent was still there but she caught what he was trying to tell her. “I thought this of you. Since we met.”
Her eyes began to water as she looked down, speaking back in Korean with a shaky voice after clearing her throat. “Gosh, these onions are really getting through my eyes, Kook.”
“But there are no onions around here,” he said in his native tongue.
She wiped her developing tears and sniffed. She didn’t want him to see her cry, but she was overwhelmed with happiness.
“I want to learn more English so I can talk to you in English.” He brought up.
“But we can speak in Korean together.” She sniffed softly and met his gaze.
“I know that but, you already know my language. I want to get to know your language so there won’t be any language barrier between us. I kind of envy those who can talk to you in your language. Like Namjoon Hyung. I want to be able to do that.”
He was so serious about this.
“And you will. Learning a language takes time and patience. You’ll get there, Kookie.” She smiled in reassurance.
“Okay.”
“All right, let’s get to the harder stuff for your upcoming test.”
When the bill came, Jen went to grab it and ended up placing her hand on Jungkook’s.
“I’ll pay.” He said.
“It’s cool, I want to.” She reassured.
Jungkook shook his head, starting to get stubborn. “I want to pay.”
“Kook, I never get to treat you. Come on. Let me pay.”
“No, I got this, it’s fine.”
“Kookie!” She whined.
“Jennie!” He whined back.
She let out a sigh. “How about this? We both pay half and half. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“But the next time I’ll treat you, got it? It’ll be a trend. Next time I’ll treat. Then you. Then we’ll pay half and half, then I’ll treat again and so on.”
“Not a bad idea.”
“Glad we could agree, my good friend.”
“Indeed milady.”
Soon after they paid, the fangirls finally began to speak, calling out their names and waving.
“Hi!” Jennie waved.
The girls were covering their faces with their hands, acting shy around them as they waved back.
“How was school?” One of them asked.
“It went well. My team beat Jungkook in dodgeball!” She happily announced.
“L-let’s not get cocky now.” He whined, causing the girls to giggle at him.
“Will you be on Running Man again?” Another fan asked.
“Yeah, I want to see the Golden Duo on Running Man again! It was so fun seeing you work together.”
“I’m down. Are you?” Jen turned to Jungkook.
“Why not?” He smiled.
“I hope they have a couples episode soon, so you two can go there together and beat everyone. It’ll be so fun to watch. They usually have those episodes and have a couples' tag game. I would love to see that happen soon.”
“If they want us, all they gotta do is ask. I would gladly go back to Running Man.” Jungkook added.
After some cute photos with the fans and a brief conversation on whether they were eating well and resting up, Jennie and Jungkook walked back to the dorm as the girls immediately tweeted their photos
‘Saw JenKook today! Just my luck! Jennie’s hair bounced when she walked, it was cute! And Jungkook is so hot! I’m crying!’
‘Spotted Jennie and Jungkook eating after school! Love the 97 Liners!’
‘Jennie is so nice! She looks small compared to Jungkook with his big muscles, it was cute! His muscles are getting bigger! It was a sight!’
‘Why are the BTS members so beautiful in person? They’re unreal!’
‘I wanted to ask Jennie if I could touch her hair but was too afraid she would say no. Her hair is so pretty, though!’
Back at the dorm, Jungkook took out his keys, placing one of them inside the door.
“Jungkook,” Jennie called out softly, placing her hand on his to stop him.
“Yeah?” He turned his head.
Placing a hand behind the back of his head, she stood up on her toes, pressing her soft lips against his forehead for a moment. His eyes widened at her sudden gesture as he felt his face heat up once she pulled away.
She smiled softly at him. “Thank you. For calling my skin beautiful. Your kind words always hit close to home.”
“Y-yeah, always. I meant every word. Don’t forget that.” He smiled shyly and opened the door, letting her go in first.
Later in the afternoon, Jennie and Jin were in the kitchen. She was in the mood for oatmeal because she saw the box in the cabinet. Jin offered to make it for her, so she sat at the dining room table, waiting patiently. She craved apple cinnamon oatmeal. It was one of her favorites to eat. Jin decided to make it from scratch, just for her.
Meanwhile, Jimin met up with Taehyung and Jungkook on his bed, having a big bag to show them.
“You sure that'll work?” Jungkook asked.
“Hobi Hyung fears everything, it’ll work.” Jimin giggled evilly and took out a live lobster. It was huge as the boys looked at it moved in awe, touching it experimentally.
Jungkook and Tae wanted a front row seat to Jimin’s prank. They had told Jennie about it and she told them that she didn’t want to be responsible for Hobi’s death via petrification, but she’d know if the prank went well if she heard him scream. She was rooting for a successful prank, supporting their evil antics.
Hobi was currently in the bathroom, showering after dance practice, and Jimin thought the perfect time to prank him was while he was in the bathroom. Slowly opening up the bathroom door with the lobster, alive, in his hand, Jimin tip toed in, undetected. Tae and Jungkook suppressed their giggles as they watched from the doorway.
This was going to be a good prank.
With Jin, he finished making the oatmeal and made two big bowls for her and himself. He sat next to her, handing her a spoon. They waited until it cooled down, before eating a spoonful.
“How is it?” He asked.
“Tastes just like home.” She took another bite. “And you made this from scratch? It’s so fresh, the apples are so sweet. I love it, thank you Jin!”
“Anytime, sweetie.” He felt proud of his work and enjoyed his cooking.
A piercing high pitched scream was heard from the bathroom, startling the oatmeal eaters.
“What in the world...?” Jin looked up as they heard loud thumping, crashing and rapid shuffling coming from the bathroom.
It sounded like Hobi was slipping and falling around in the tub and his screams got louder.
“JIMIN!” Another scream was heard from Hobi, over the Maknae Line’s laughter. “GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
“Yep. They done it now.” Jennie took another bite of her oatmeal, shaking her head.
“What the heck is going on in there!?” Jin shouted.
“Ah, he’s fine.”
Jin turned his head to her, widening his eyes. “He doesn’t sound fine!”
Hobi scrambled out of the bathroom, naked with suds in his hair as Jimin chased him with the lobster. Jungkook and Taehyung dropped to the floor with laughter.
Jennie looked up and turned her head at the worst time, getting a full view of Hobi’s bare ass.
“Oh, my God!” She screamed, covering her mouth in horror.
That image was not going away, anytime soon for her. She could not unsee this. She was glad it wasn’t the front.
“SHIELD YOUR EYES!” Jin yelled, pushing the back of her head down into her warm bowl of oatmeal. “There is a lady here! What are you guys doing!? Knock it off!” He shouted at the boys.
He heard Jen banging her hand on the table in submission and looked down in shock at what he was doing to her. He let go and laughed nervously when she slowly raised her head.
Her face and hair were covered in oatmeal while she stared at him with annoyance.
“S-sorry.” He grabbed a napkin and tried to clean her face but she snatched it from his hands.
Suddenly, she grabbed a handful of her oatmeal and shoved it in his face. Appalled, he grabbed a handful and shoved it in her face.
“Jin!”
“You hit me first!”
“You shoved my face in oatmeal, first!”
“I was trying to protect you from that horrid sight!”
“You know what?” She got up from her seat and he followed her movements. She aimed another handful of oatmeal at him but he ducked and it ended up smacking Namjoon in the face.
Gasping in shock, she covered her mouth, while Namjoon let out a sigh, and stood up, taking off his hoodie.
“Who did it?” He demanded.
Jin immediately pointed to her.
"It was an accident!” She laughed.
“Really, Nie Nie? Well, this wasn’t an accident.” Namjoon said as he hit her with a handful of oatmeal.
“Oh hell no.”
The three of them began to toss oatmeal all over each other, initiating a food fight as the dorm filled with laughter along with Hobi’s constant screaming.
“Grab her! Grab her!” Jin shouted as Namjoon grabbed a hold of her while Jin had another handful of oatmeal ready.
“No! No!” She tried to get out of his grip. Once she did, Jin accidentally smacked Namjoon in the face instead.
“YAH!” the leader shouted.
Jennie ended up giggling at their bickering and watched them throw food at each other.
Yoongi walked into the dorm, making one of his WTF faces when he saw the chaos occurring in the dorm. Jin, Jennie and Namjoon are covered in food, and Jungkook and Tae watch Hobi run around the dorm naked with Jimin chasing him with a lobster.
“Hey, Yoongi!” She waved.
“I don’t even wanna know.” He shook his head and walked into his room.
Namjoon wiped some oatmeal from Jen’s face. “You’re going to need a shower.”
“You’re telling me. Look at you.” She gestured.
The Maknae line walk to the dining room, wondering why they were covered in food.
“We had some business to take care of,” Jin revealed.
“Want a hug?” Jennie opened her arms wide.
“NO!” Jimin shouted, taking a big step back with the guys.
“Let’s get them.” Namjoon went after Jimin.
Jennie went after Tae while Jin went after Jungkook. They run around the dorm, attempting to grab ahold of them for a hug despite being covered in food.
“Why do I associate myself with them?” Yoongi grumbled as he went to fix the mess created in the bathroom.
Like Jen said before, every day is a new adventure living in a dorm filled with the Bangtan Boys.
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› mastermind ♡ yugyeom e bambam 🎧 ⇢ song
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Hey So this is a little serious post revolving around Thai idols.
okay, to begin with I just wanna say. I am horrible with formatting and grammar so forgive me I wanna make this as simple as possible.
so as you may know in Thailand we pick a nickname which we are referred by for the rest of our lives. even in school and work we are addressing by that nickname . the only time our legal govermnet name is used is military or legal reasons . it is deemed pretty disrespectful to address someone as their government if you are not the government for offical issues and purpose. so using a thai idols legal government name within the fanfic is disrespectful to the said idol and thai culture . personally I have been seeing it happen a lot more recently due to the new way of how most writers are no longer using the idols stage name in fics, however I see it more happening to ten. than lisa or bambam. I know lisa sometimes does refer to herself as lalisa, and that is her choice being fully comfortable with both her nickname and her government . some thai people are. however there are some who are not and still highly would prefer their nickname when being addressed . however I feel I ran away from the point.
simply just asking please do not use thai idols legal names in your fanfics.
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The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom
It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!
“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.
He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”
“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”
“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.
“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.
“This has been great and all but- “
“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.
“I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.
“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.
He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”
You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.
“Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”
“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.
“You know that’s not what I me- “
“I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.
“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”
“So, are you gonna help me or not?”
“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”
“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.
“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”
“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.
“Now can you clean me up?”
Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.
“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.
“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.
“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”
“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching. You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.
“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.
“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…
“I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.
“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently. She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!
“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,
“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.
“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.
“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,
“I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”
Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”
“So why- “
“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”
“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.
“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”
“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.
“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.
“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number
“Told you 😉-JB.”
#got7#got7 high school#got7 high school au#got7 scenarios#got7 stories#got7 fanfic#kpop fanfiction#kpop high school au#kpop scenarios#kpop oneshots#story prompt#got7 mark#got7 bambam#got7 jackson#got7 yugyeom#jaebeom#got7 youngjae#got7 jinyoung#hello tumblr#explore page#jb#mark tuan#jackson wang#park jinyoung#youngjae#bambam#yugyeom#kpop got7#ahgasae#igot7
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Golden Boy - Chapter 15: The Mirror
This morning was easier than the day before, Jungkook realized as he pulled himself out of bed. Once again, there was the smell of breakfast food filling the air around him as he pulled a pair of jeans and a clean shirt from his backpack. It was the last clean set of clothes he had. Yugyeom had told him they’d only be gone for a few days, so he hadn’t packed much.
He figured that it was probably a sign that it was about time to go home. Maybe he should head back to the city tomorrow. He still didn’t feel ready. He didn’t want to have to confront the things that had been left unfinished in Seoul.
Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he was the gray cloud that hung over everyone and everything in the pack’s house. He had noticed how conversations became hushed when he walked into the room and when Yugyeom was clearly changing the subject to something less sensitive for him.
But it was time to get over it. Life sucked and was completely unfair sometimes. That was a lesson he learned time and time again. There was nothing to be done about the terrible cards fate had decided to deal him.
READ MORE ON AO3!!!
#bangtan sonyeondan#bangtan#bts jungkook#jungkook#supernatural elements#supernatural#kim namjoon#got7#got7 yugyeom#got7 jaebeom#bambam#magic#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#fairies#fantasy#fandom#ao3 writer
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Jannine Weigel aka Ploychompoo
#bamchompoo#jannine weigel#ploychompoo#thai artists#tpop#thai fanfiction#thai singer#bambam1a#bambam#waiting for a collab to happen#a big fan of her but she only post stuff in thai#what about her international fans?#jannineweigel#kpop#thaipop#location#thai actress#gif#bambam doesn't go to thailand anymore so?#collaboration#ship#pink sapphire#cyf
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Thinking of quitting my fic writing cos I can't even bribe my friends to read my stuff cos it's not like I dunno fluffy enough :(
#kpop fanfic#kpop fanfiction#kpop scenarios#bts scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop fan fiction#kpop story#kpop smut#stray kids fanfiction#bts fic#got7 fan fiction#ateez fic#ateez scenarios#got7 scenarios#bts jungkook#bambam got7#ateez fanfic#lee felix#ateez hongjoong
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Oh hello everyone, I took a break from the regularly scheduled angst and whump!! Here is a fluff fic featuring Bakugo, Kirishima, and a PUPPY!!!!
#I'm so happy with this tbh#BamBam my beloved#a true hero#emma writes#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#bakugo#kirishima
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please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.
🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞
♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut
✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed
— oneshots
»» First Time ♧ i. jaebeom
➥ 3.1k; Y/N's first time with her boyfriend
»» Second Time ♧ i. jaebeom
➥ 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, Y/N has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.
»» Never Mine ♤ w. jackson
➥ 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with Y/N, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.
»» the Day Death Fell in Love ♤♧ p. jinyoung
➥ 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met Y/N.
ⓘ DISCLAIMER :: MONSTER/ALIEN FUCKER ENTHUSIAST ⓘ
©️ kwanisms 2024 | all works on this blog are protected under copyright. Do not repost, continue, or translate my works. All graphics made by me. Content and support banners made by me using cafekitsune's template.
#got7 scenarios#got7 imagines#got7 fanfiction#got7 fanfic#got7 angst#got7 fluff#got7 x reader#mark tuan x reader#jaebeom x reader#jackson wang x reader#jinyoung x reader#youngjae x reader#bambam x reader#yugyeom x reader#got7 masterlist
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The Decay of the Blossom - Chapter 23
Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.
CHAPTER 23
“I made dinner! I hope you are hungry.”, Jimin’s uncle screams as soon as he hears the front door open. He hears what sounds like shoes being thrown around. “Jimin?”
“Yes, me. Who else would come through an unlocked door?”, Jimin asks angrily. With the dishes in his hands, his uncle gives him a startled expression. Jimin had anything but a kind expression on his face whilst he breathed quickly. The rapid movement of Jimin's chest revealed to him that he was indeed running.
“Everything alright?”, his uncle wonders as he places the plates on the table. “Were you running? You are totally out of breath.”
“How could you...? Why would you...?”, Jimin groans. “Didn’t I... I asked you to...”
“I think I need more words to help you...”
“You went to school to talk about Y/N with her teachers? Who gave you the right to do so?”, he asks once he regains his breath. “Y/N told me that the drama teacher mentioned you.”
“I know you wouldn’t like it, but I think you might be right with your concerns.”, his uncle sighs as he puts the Spaghetti down. “I talked with a female colleague for almost all day at work before I decided to go down there.”
“I asked you not to do anything! Could you just once do what I ask you to do?”
“Jimin, I can’t. My job is to protect children.”, he explains as he sits down at the table. “If you like it or not, I will do what I think is right for the safety of a child.”
“You are saying...?”, Jimin sighs annoyed.
“Sit down and eat.”, his uncle demands. “Come on, let’s talk whilst eating dinner.” Jimin nods as he sits down. “I understand that this is not what you wanted to happen, but that is what I needed to do. Please understand, my job is my job. Trust me, if I could stay out, I would.”
“Could you not do your usual talk with her first? Normally you talk with the kids first before you step into action.”
“Not this time.”
“Why?”
“Because I watched her.”, his uncle says as he puts the Spaghetti onto his fork. “Mmhmm... Try it Jimin! Self-made spaghetti sauce.”
“You did what?”, Jimin wonders as his eyes become bigger.
“I made the Spaghetti sauce myself.”
“No!”, Jimin states frustrated. “You were watching her? For how long have you been watching her?”
“The kid of my colleague’s friend is going to your school as well. She filmed Y/N every now and then for me.” His words went easy from his lips which confused Jimin even more. Speechless, he watches his uncle eat. “You should really have some, it tastes so good!”
“You truly...?”, Jimin asks with his mouth full as he takes a full spoon of Spaghetti. Once he swallows his food, he leans his head against the back of his hand. “Is that even legal? I think you might be in trouble because of it.”
“Leave that to me. Anyway, I figured out that Y/N’s stepfather has some good connection to hide his aggressions. His connections were through money, as you probably have discovered by now.”
“So, he that is why he is so concerned about his reputation...”
“Yeah. Seems like that is the only thing that he stayed loyal to in his life.”
“Illegal stuff too?”
“Yes, but he can’t be taken to court as those payments were covered for other reasons, fake reasons. Multiple ones... Which means, every investigation on him regarding violence were dropped. They never made it to court.”
“He has never been punished for what he did?”
“Nope. Not a single one.”
“How many cases are there?”
“Some were former ex-girlfriends who suddenly said they lied to get money. Money transfer to those women left his account. Men he had fights with outside his home, were receiving money from him and they never once said that they want to press charges.”, the man sighs. “Jimin, if that eye and lip looked as you told me, I don’t know if he stops himself to not attack Y/N. The youngest victim of his was a nineteen-year-old boy.” A long breath leaves the man’s lips as he looks at Jimin. “Does Y/N have any sign of abuse?”
“Y/N did not have any blue spots or anything...”
“He stopped paying for her lunch.”
“He did? When?”
“I don’t know for how long I only know that he stopped the payment. She is no longer able to use her lunch card. This guy even told a teacher as she is not listening to him, she does not even get a cent from him for anything.”
“That is why she was not eating lunch...? That makes no sense at all.”
“To you it doesn’t.”, his uncle explains whilst pointing at his nephew with the fork. “For people like him, it makes total sense. Look, I only know from him from what Jinyoung’s dad told me, what the teachers told me, what you told me and what my friend was able to figure out. Put everything together and you get a selfish pig.”, Jimin’s uncle tells him angrily. “Keep an eye on her. Maybe she will let something slip...”
“I will pay more attention to her words.”, Jimin agrees. “I don’t think she will be allowed to, but maybe I can invite her over this weekend. If her father agrees.”
“Sounds good. Gives me a chance to read her body language.”
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“You are late!”, Y/N’s mother scolds as Y/N enters the front door. She stands in the open doorway, emotionless, looking at her mother. The scent of alcohol surrounds her like a fog.
“Yey I am home!”, Y/N cheers sarcastically. “I could not be happier.”
“Stop that nonsense! Why are you late?” Her mother's eyes may be empty, but her voice conveys how she actually feels about her daughter's delay.
“Because of you two! Did you have to make a scene like that every time you are at my school?”
“Every time? Y/N, they tried to rip your reputation apart!”
“Reputation? Which reputation, mom? I am a nobody in this school!”, Y/N yells as she loses control of her emotions.
“You are not a nobody, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Don’t let people drag it down!” The more her mother talked, the more drunk she sounded.
“Since when do you care about reputation? Without all this fancy stuff and the money, you were such a better person!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady. Don't forget your boundaries.”, she warns as she quickly shuts the door.
“Mom, you told me not to care what people say when we had nothing. Now you care? Why? What has changed?”, Y/N wonders frustrated. “Why is this all so suddenly important?”
“Don’t embarrass your father at school by letting them talk about you like that!”
“My father is dead! This guy who is probably sitting drunk on the couch is not my father!”
“Don’t scream at your mother!”, her stepfather yells as he points to her room. “Go inside and be quiet. Nobody gives a shit what a little troll like you have got to say.” His clothing appears to have absorbed the smell of alcohol. His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.
“Better alone in my room than five more minutes with drunk people.”
“What did you just call us?”, her stepfather asks as he steps in front of her. “What... did you... just say?” His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.
“Leave me alone!”, Y/N says as calm as she could.
“Drunk people?”
“I want to go into my room, leave me alone!”, Y/N yells as she feels even more threaten by the man in front of her. Her mother takes a deep breath as she witnesses her husband hit her daughter across the face.
“Think about your words twice next time. Don’t get out of your room until tomorrow!” With the pain on her cheek, she walks into her room quickly without looking back at her mother. When she looks around her desk, she sees that everything but her notes, pencils, and school materials has vanished.
“Rex?”, Y/N asks with a shaking voice as she searches her room for her beloved stuffed animal. “Where the hell is it?” The longer her stuffed animal appears to be missing, the more concerned she becomes. When the nervosity takes a hold of her, the fear of losing her last memory of her father begins to rise. For a brief moment, the knock on the door allows her to forget about her worries.
“Eat some of these.”, her mother whispers as she looks at her. She didn't seem to notice the opening of her bedroom door. “Just some snacks but something at least.”
“Mom, where is Rex?”, Y/N wonders as she steps closer to her mother. “I left Rex right there on my desk.”
“I came home and everything was gone, Y/N. I think your father might have taken it.”
“What!?” The word escapes her tongue uncontrollably loud.
“Ssh!”, her mother shushes her. “Great...” Before Y/N could say anything else, her mother closes the door in front of her face.
“What were you doing in her room?”, her stepfather questions. When she did not response, footsteps were clear to hear. “I asked you a question.”
“I was listening if she was alright. You were pretty hard on her.”
“I was hard on her? She is too sensitive.”
“She is a teenager, consider your words a bit more.”
“The door was open. What did you do in there?” He must have come closer as Y/N can hear his voice very clear through the door. Stressed, she takes the snacks and puts them underneath her desk. Quickly, she places her backpack in front of it.
“Why does it matter?” As Y/N notices the movement of the door handle, she sits down on her bed. “Let her sleep!”, her mother says loudly which worked like a clue. Y/N picks up the blanket and lies down as fast as she could before the door opens.
“Sleeping, huh?”, the man says as he steps into the room.
“Honey, please let her sleep.”
“I can’t sleep with all the noise.”, Y/N lies. “Get out of my room!”
“I pay for this apartment, not you!” Slowly, he looks through the room. Y/N finds it difficult not to rage at him for taking Rex away from her. Even though it pains her so much, she understands it makes no sense to talk to him when he is intoxicated. “Do your studies first before you go to sleep!” With no further word, he leaves them alone.
“Mom, did you hear how he speaks to me?”
“That is just because of the stress.”
“Stress?”, she asks her mother as quiet as she could. “We almost have to whisper to even speak with each other. Do you think that it is normal?”
“Y/N. Everyone is different when in stress. He is just explosive.”
“That’s what you call it? Explosive?”
“Stop behaving like a toddler and stop speaking as you are an adult! You are normal, nice behaving kid. My child that I raised well and I know that you are not like what you behave like lately.”
“Mom, he took Rex!”
“It doesn’t matter! He can buy you a new stuffed animal if you need one so badly.”
“It is not about it being a stuffed animal! That was dad’s last gift before he passed away.”
“I understand that you still love your dad so much but you have a new father. It is time to move on.”
“How can you say that?”, Y/N sobs, unable to stop herself as the first tear falls from her eyes.
“We all must move on, Y/N. If you like to talk like an adult, be one for this matter.”
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Y/N did her best to hide the tears she had shed the night before. Losing Rex was the last thing she expected to happen to her. Fortunately for her, she had her headphones in her backpack while at school. She slips the headphones into her ears and turns on some upbeat music.
She would not often listen to this style of music, but it made her feel better than she had anticipated. She can hear what's going on around her because the music isn't too loud. It appears that leaving home so early today was a prudent decision, as few students were already at school. She arrives into the gym, exhausted from crying herself to sleep.
She rests down on one of the gym's mattresses because they are very comfortable. As the silence becomes more comfortable, she shuts her eyes and dreams away.
The sound coming from her headphones must have piqued someone's interest, for she can hear footsteps approaching. She sits up and turns in that way, concerned about who it could be. “What are you doing here?”, her friend Jin wonders as he steps next to the mattress.
“You scared me to death!”, Y/N laughs as she touches her chest. “I thought you might be a teacher.”
“Maybe in the future...”, Jin jokes as he does an eye roll. “I guess the space is empty?”, he wonders as he points to the spot next to her.
“Uhm, no. I came alone.”
“Cool. My spot then.” As her friends gets comfortable, she lies back down too. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
“I came too early and now I am trying to dream away.”
“Nice.”, he says as he takes a deep breath. “School is so nice with no other students around...”
“What were you doing here so early?”
“Just the typical school president, class president talk. They won’t miss me.”
“But you are the school president. Don’t you have to be like the strong voice?”
“Nope. I am only important if there are troubles between classes and teachers. Almost like a peacemaker. Otherwise, it is just a title.”
“If you say so.”, Y/N sighs as she places her hand on her stomach.
“Hungry?”
“Huh?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Just because I place an hand on my stomach, it does not mean I am hungry.”
“That is not what I meant... I am hungry and would try to get something from the store down the street. Do you want to come with me?”
“Not really.”
“I pay!”, Jin says with a wink.
“I pass, but thanks.”
“Anything you want?”
“Jin, I don’t want anything.”
“So, a little of everything?”
“Gosh, alright. I am coming with you, are you happy then?”
“Hell yeah. Let’s go!”, Jin commands as he gets up first. “Come on!”
#bts#got7#bts fanfic#bts fluff#got7 fanfic#got7 bambam#got7 au#bts fanfiction#bts suga#bts yoongi#bts rm#bts jhope#bts jungkook#bts jimin#bts v#bts x y/n#got7 x y/n#bts fanfic au#got7 fanfic au#bts jin#got7 mark#got7 jaebeom#got7 jb#got7 jinyoung#got7 youngjae#got7 jackson#got7 yugyeom#bts seokjin#got7 fluff
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Next Chapters!
Hi! I’ll see y’all next year in January 2024 for more uploads! So happy new year and have a safe new years! Super excited to be enjoying New Year’s in NYC this time! 😁 and I want to thank you all for checking out my stuff. Whenever it’s lurking, liking or reblogging, I appreciate you taking the time to give my creativity a chance as I put myself out there again for fanfiction 🙏🏾
The Bangtan Gal
And What If I Don't? (Out to dinner with her family, Jen is questioned about her personal life as a few family members want her to date someone within her race. But she questions what the problem is with not. JenKook spend a night in the dorm alone while the guys are out.) Major Jungkook fluff! Another one of my favorite chapters ❤️
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BTS Now 2 (Jennie gets an allergic reaction to Pineapple as she teams with Hobi for BTS Now 2)
Our First Win (Jen joins V, Rap Monster and Jessi in an episode of Hello Counselor. BTS promote their new album and get their first set of wins)
He's Smitten (Jungkook’s white shirts go missing. Jen gets noticed by Baekhyun. Bam Bam finally meets Jennie at Dream concert. Jennie and Jungkook go against each other for dodgeball at school. Jennie checks out Jungkook’s English.) (GOT7’s BamBam fluff and major Jungkook fluff! One of my favorite chapters❤️)
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Forced To Believe
This will be after I post the remaining 3 chapters from the previous post about upcoming chapters for Forced to Believe 💯
In Due Time (Morgan visits NXT to team with Bayley. Goldust continues to be an issue for Morgan. CM Punk is on The Shield's radar. Melanie and Jon spend Thanksgiving together with Melanie's family)
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Trying To Gain Momentum (Morgan continues to have targets on her back while Punk butts heads with her)
The Slammy Awards (Melanie celebrates Jon's Birthday. Ambrose confronts Morgan on why she has been lying to him. Problems arise when Ambrose's attitude problems start to annoy Morgan and the rest of his teammates. CM Punk makes a shocking request at TLC)
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That Was A Miracle (The Shield face CM Punk at TLC. Ambrose continues to be on thin ice with Morgan) (definitely one of my favorite chapters!!)
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The Answer Is No (CM Punk continues to annoy Morgan with his ridiculous request. Morgan's rivalry with Tamina heats up again)
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Tribute To The Troops (The Shield attend Tribute To The Troops as Morgan and Tamina continue to go at it)
#smol update#bts female member#jungkook x black oc#jungkook x oc#jungkook fluff#bts 8th member#bts fluff#bts fanfiction#kpop female oc#kpop black oc#kpop fanfic#kpop fluff#the shield 4th member#the shield#dean ambrose x oc#dean ambrose fanfic#wwe imagine#wwe scenarios#bts scenarios#bts imagine#wwe fanfiction
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Domesticism (BamBam drabble)
Pairing: Platonic BamBam x gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: BamBam likes to think he’s a nice roommate. You think so too, but you’re not going to tell him that.
Word Count: 233
Warnings: One use of damn.
Your bones crack as you shift in your seat, loud enough to draw the attention of your friend and roommate, BamBam. “Damn, you heard your bones crack, right? Maybe you should see a chiropractor,” he says, looking up from his phone with a raised eyebrow.
You shrug, not looking up from the dissertation you were writing. “One of these days when I have the time. I’m too busy right now.” BamBam doesn’t let up.
“Didn’t you say it hurts when you move your head too much? That’s a bit weird.”
You still don’t look up. “Nah, I’m sure it’ll go away in a bit. It’s not on the top of my worries.” Another page, another paragraph. BamBam sighs. He gets up, shifting, but you still don’t look up.
However, when his bony, cold, hands press into your neck, you jump in your seat and turn to look at him, wincing at the crick in your neck. “Bam? What are you doing?”
BamBam just scowls at you, but you can see the laugh in his eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying to be nice and make you relax. Go write your dissertation, dumbass.”
You laugh, leaning into his touch and continue writing. BamBam smiles at the back of your head endearingly as his hands work out the knots in your back. It’s almost sickeningly domestic but he doesn’t mind, and he hopes you don’t either.
#got7writerscollective#drabble#bambam#got7 bambam#bambam fluff#bambam x reader#bambam fanfiction#bambam got7#got7#got7 fluff#got7 fanfiction#got7 drabble#got7 fanfic#bambam drabble
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Pairing: None
Warnings: I don’t...thINK there’s anything but dont take my word on it?? dont commit identity fraud ig
Genre: Mystery???????? i still dont know genre yet
Summary: This was supposed to be jinyoung centric with just a bit of bambam but bambam was like “im the star of this show” so here we are
Word Count: ahhhh like 1003
Still for tipsy drabbles!! we’re almost at the end of my got7 storyline!! also they should be able to stand alone but lmk if not lol
It’s almost two in the morning and Jinyoung has been working overtime for who knows how long. After a series of murders cropped up, all very different and yet somehow interconnected, the entire police department had been focusing on these cases, and as Police Chief, Jinyoung was struggling. The only lead Jinyoung had was someone whose face and name he didn’t know, who had offered him a deal, yet the details were never specified.
This would be entirely under the table, something Jinyoung was doubting the ethics of, but what else was he to do? If more innocent citizens died because of his morality issues would he be able to live with himself? Jinyoung groaned, twining his fingers into his hair and tightening the grip he had on the dark roots. As he doubted his own morality, the time for the meeting drew near. The anonymous person agreed to meet under Jinyoung’s terms, at the police station, which Jinyoung was thankful for, but he was still throwing caution to the wind. If word of this got out he would be an outcast.
He straightens up in his comfortable swivel chair, letting go of his hair and letting the sharp pain ease up. As he pulls at his lapel and brushes through his hair, schooling an emotionless look onto his face, he moves to wait by the side door. He cannot show any emotion to this… to-be informant if you will. Anything could go wrong in this meeting, as they hadn’t come to an agreement nor terms.
Five more minutes. Jinyoung slowly shifts from foot to foot, wandering into the empty visiting room. He can’t stand at the door any longer or he’ll start fiddling around. As much as he prides himself on the neatness of his desk at the station, he naturally is a fidgety and messy person. His mother would cry at the sight of his apartment. Maybe once all this shit is behind him, Jinyoung will retire back to Jinhae-gu. Hopefully, he’d be back in time to see the cherry blossom festival.
As he makes his way back to his office, a knock can be heard from the side door. Jinyoung almost spills all his water onto the carpet in his haste to hurry to the door and unlock it. When he opens the door, he still can’t catch a glimpse of the hooded man, but Jinyoung can see that the informant is barely shorter than Jinyoung but definitely skinnier. “Are you Park Jinyoung?” The voice that comes out is a lot higher and scratchy than Jinyoung would’ve expected, but he nods anyway.
“BamBam?” The informant finally pulls off the hood, revealing a young man with large lips and big eyes. He doesn’t look Korean and Jinyoung barely holds his shock back. Surely, he can’t be older than twenty-three. “You’re the guy?”
BamBam laughs, still sounding younger than Jinyoung would’ve wanted or expected, and shoulders his way into the police station. “Yeah, yeah, I know I look young. I’m BamBam as you know.” he confirms dismissively. “Wah, this place is so much nicer than I thought.”
Jinyoung quickly regains his composure, walking briskly ahead of BamBam. “Please, come this way to my office. We’ll be able to talk more freely in there.” BamBam follows along, his heeled shoes clacking on the tiled floor.
When they reach his office, Jinyoung practically falls into his swivel chair as BamBam sits more easily on the rickety wooden chair that was provided. Jinyoung makes a mental note to replace the chair when BamBam leans forward and places his bony elbows on the table. “So, let’s get to business, shall we?” Before Jinyoung can respond, BamBam continues with his proposal, a glint in his eyes. “I want safety. I want a new identity. I want a new life, basically. In return, I will owe you three favours. You can ask me anything of any size, as long as you keep them related to the current case.”
BamBam’s eyes flick down to Jinyoung’s desk and Jinyoung blushes furiously as he tries to tidy it up some. This case was getting on his nerves, surely this kid can’t blame him for that. “I...I don’t think that’s very fair,” Jinyoung says after a moment. “I’m risking everything, you as well, if I redo your entire life. And you only give me three favours relating to the case.”
BamBam raises a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, and Jinyoung tries not to be unnerved at the other’s cool demeanour. “I never said how large the favour was allowed to be.” He smiles a cat-like grin and Jinyoung works his bottom lip through his teeth. There were so many cons to this. He could lose everything, but if someone new comes into power they would mess up everything he had done to get here.
Was it worth it?
After a while of thinking, of which BamBam graciously let Jinyoung have, Jinyoung sighs, nodding slowly. “I agree to your terms.” BamBam beams, winking and standing up from the chair.
“Pleasure doing business with you. Once you have everything ready, contact me like before and send me the info. After that, it should be easy for you to ask for any favour you wish.” He brushes off some invisible dirt on his hoodie and opens the door to exit when he turns to smile once again at Jinyoung, whose eyes have not left BamBam since the other winked. “If I fail to meet my end of the deal...well, let’s just say I give you permission to blow my skull off.” The tone of his voice is way too smooth to be a promise of death if something goes wrong. One more wink and BamBam turns away again.
As the door closes behind him with a solid thud, Jinyoung can’t decide what BamBam was hinting at. Instead of lingering on BamBam’s words, he sighs and calls Hyunwoo, his inside man for the NIS. Hopefully, he will be able to pull a few strings without alerting anyone.
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Prompt: “What’s that smell… are you making cookies?”
Day: 23/31
Pairing: BamBam x n. Reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Language, kissing
Word Count: 716
Bambam is whistling as he enters the house, the smell of something wonderful hitting him as soon as he walks in. Mouth watering, he sets off towards the kitchen. He hears you in there, so he yells out, “What’s that smell…” and is shocked at the mountain of cookies on the counter. There’re so many different varieties, from chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and gingerbread just to name a few. “are you making cookies?”
You turn from your work and give him a deadpan stare. “No shit, Sherlock.”
He goes to take one, but you are quick to slap his hand away. “These are for tonight.”
Rubbing his hand dramatically, he whines, “Not just one?”
“No. They are for the Christmas party. Once they cool, I need you to help me decorate them.” You wave him back so you can open the oven door to pull out the next batch.
“Just think of it this way.” Bambam snags a cookie before darting to the other side of the kitchen island. He grins at your glare. “Just one less cookie to decorate. I’m really saving us a lot of work time.”
You huff exasperatedly but also shake your head fondly as you check the cookies. Deeming them satisfactory, you turn the oven off and wipe at your forehead. The kitchen sure heated up from all your baking.
Hands are pulling on the strings of your apron. “Bambam, I still need to clean.” You grumble trying to keep the apron on but he swiftly moves the cord from around your head.
“As much as I think you look cute in this apron,” He grabs at your shoulders, pushing you out of the kitchen, “you need to go relax. I’ll clean, don’t worry.”
“Oh, but I do.” You try to keep your feet planted, but get pushed along gently anyway. Despite being kinda lanky, you know he has a lot of muscle from his practice under that turtleneck he is wearing.
You spread your arms out to try to grab onto something and slow your exit from the kitchen area. “You’re going to eat cookies, aren’t you?”
Bambam gasps at your accusation. “What, I would never!... Ok, so maybe like one or two but who would notice those missing.”
“I would.” You shout as you are finally pushed out of the kitchen. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you sabotaged some of them either.”
“Oh, that is a good idea- ow!” Bambam yells dramatically as you swat at his arm. “Ok, ok, I won’t mess with any of the cookies. I promise.” He holds out his pinky finger to you.
With a moment of hesitation, you stare at his finger until he puts it right under your nose. “Let me do this for you, please.”
Taking his pinky in your own, you agree. “I’m going to shower, but just know I do know how many total there should be.
“Go, go away with you.” Bambam waves you away.
You leave him, but not without a curious glance over your shoulder first. He grins at you with a twinkle in his eye. Taking your shower quickly, you are pleasantly surprised when you head back to the kitchen to see Bambam decorating and not eating cookies.
“I made a special one for you!” He sings, and nods his head towards a plate on the table. You look at him curiously as he watches you now like a hawk as you head over to see it.
Clearly, he wants a reaction, and a reaction he does get. You gasp and your hands come up to your mouth in shock. Written carefully on the cookies in red icing are the words ‘I Love You’.
Arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into a warm chest. “I love you.” He reads the words aloud.
“I- “you sniffle, and turn into his hold to get a good look at him. “I love you too.”
The two of you grin sweetly at each other before leaning in to share a sweet kiss.
“Don’t think this lets you get away with sneaking any cookies.”
“Ah, you figured me out.” He grins deviously, pulling you closer for another kiss.
Ok, so he may get away with stealing a couple, but it is the holidays and you do love him.
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