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character: GOT7's BamBam author: rinni genre: fluff request: "since my birthday is new years eve, do you think you could do a birthday scenario with bambam? please thank you so much" notes: we hope you have a happy birthday, and a happy new year as well! please enjoy this scenario as our gift to you~

With Christmas and the festive holiday now at an end, only one more thing stood until the fresh beginning of the year - New Years.

You didn't particularly think of it as a holiday because, well, it's your birthday. Too selfless to consider your day of birth to be important yet too selfish to consider it unnecessary, you liked to think that the world was simply celebrating two good things at once. It made you feel good. What also made you feel good, was the arms of a certain handsome boy hugging around your waist. "Oh, your mom makes the best seafood," he complimented. He was referring to the birthday-slash-holiday meal your mother had made. It was tradition to serve a delicacy of seafood on this important but not too important day. You snickered, squeezing the hands that rested on your abdomen. "You said that last year." "Well, I'm not lying." Bambam pouted, resting his chin on top of your head. You were both standing outside, waiting. Chilled by the cold winter air, you cuddled our back closer to him, encouraging him to hold you closer. He complied happily, practically trying to meld your bodies together. "And now we wait." You both didn't have to wait long, for a line light was shot into the air before exploding into a fiery burst of beautiful colors. You laughed happily, jumping slightly in Bambam's grasp. He jumped too, just as excited. "They're so pretty! Almost as pretty as you!" He cooed over the sound, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You gave him a gentle hit, ignoring the whine in favor for leaning back and enjoying the show... Soon, nearly half an hour later, the last of the fireworks had been fired. You stretched a bit, taking a step away from him. It was time to go back inside. Stepping closer, you were suddenly stopped by Bambam. You gave him a pouty look. He smiled, humming happily, "You're not going to leave, are you? The show isn't over!" "What are you-" Suddenly, a flare was sent into the sky, followed by a loud boom and a burst of color. You took a deep breath, cheeks heating with your smile. A giant red heart, vibrant and beautiful, clouded the sky. Two warm hands clasped onto your waist, the handsome face of your lover suddenly filling your view. "Happy birthday my sweetheart." You bit your lip, "And a happy new year." That year (and your birthday) happily went out with a bang.

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request: "Hello, I really enjoy reading your scenario. Can I request another scenario when Leo's parents want to hold your newborn baby for the family photoshoot but every time you give him or her to them the baby starts to cry so you and Leo have to calm he or she down?Could you let me know if you'd accept it?Thank you!" author: rinni genre: fluff character: VIXX's Leo

You smiled, leaning against the wall as Leo talked to the photographer and manager. He was bouncing a bit, arms delicately balancing the small baby in his arms. She was so tiny in her fathers arms, but seemed content with the loud atmosphere with her fist in her mouth.

A hand clapped on your shoulder, stirring you from your trance. Looking up, you met the eyes of Leo's father. He was stern, but just as softhearted as his son. "Are you sure you don't want to be photographed? I'm sure Taekwoon would appreciate it."

You chuckled a little, shaking your head. "As much as that sounds fun, I'd rather not. It is a portrait for you guys after all." He went to speak again, but he was ushered away from you. He, his wife, and their son all were pushed over to the designated backdrop. Leo, baby girl still in his arms, sent you a lingering look, that unreadable expression on his face. You knew him well enough that he wanted you in this photo. He had told you before that he would enjoy being in a magazine with his wife and you had teasingly told him they would probably edit you out. You see, you weren't very photogenic. Cameras didn't particularly seem to like you, so you returned the feeling. A few pictures were snapped before Leo's mother held her arms out for your daughter. As soon as Leo transferred the baby into her arms, the little girl started crying. Leo instantly took her back, cradling her to his chest and rocking, but nothing soothed her. You bit your lip, watching the photographer become antsy. Your small girl loved her father and grandparents but... You quickly darted to them, nudging Leo in the arms. "Here," you murmured, "let me calm her." Leo said nothing as he transferred her into your grasp. While you held her, she instantly began to stop her wailing. She loved listening to your heartbeat and that seemed to calm her down in any case. A large hand snuck around your waist and you raised a brow at Leo. He offered a small smile before using his other hand to wave over the makeup artist. What? ...Oh! "Taekwoon! Don't you dare-!" You swallowed back the threats on your tongue as the woman came close and smiled instead. She politely got to work. Soon, when she deemed you acceptable with a quick fix to your hair also, she scooted away quickly. Leo let out a soft laugh, squishing you to his side. His parents moved in closer to you. Why were you in the center with the baby? With his mother on your right and his father staggered over her shoulder and yours, you would be the focal point of this portrait. "Relax..." Leo reassured, "You make the picture perfect." You felt a few of your anxieties die in your mouth. Moving your daughter at a different angle, you held a smile as the photographer lifted his camera. Leo smiled affectionately at his two favorite girls as the camera clicked.

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request: "Can I request a got7 scenario?? When you and Bambam have been happily dating for almost a year now, and you've met the rest of his group a couple times, but whenever you do, you get flustered when JB and Jr. talk to you or smile at you because you used to be (/still kind of are) a huge JJ Project fangirl? Thanks so much :)" author: rinni genre: fluff character: GOT7's Bam Bam (ft. Jr. & JB) notes: omg !! i love love love JJ Project!! this one was a lot of fun lol bc it relates to me so easily !! enjoy !!

You bit your lip, feeling your palms sweat a little. You were standing in front of GOT7's dorm door, nervously so. You were here to visit Bambam on his request, but you were nervous.

You had been around the others plenty of times and visited on countless occasions, so that wasn't the problem. You were afraid of JB and Jr. They weren't mean to you, in fact, they welcomed you with open arms but... They were still the JJ Project in your heart and mind. Also GOT7, but still the JJ boys. You prayed that Bambam would open the door and not one of them. Knocking shyly, you took a large breath, trying to calm yourself. Not a moment later, the cheeky boy you loved opened the door, smiling just as brightly. "There you are! I thought you weren't going to show." His smile turned to a playful pout and you smiled. Throwing tour arms around his neck in an affectionate embrace, you pecked his cheek. "I would never turn your offer to hang out down." He instantly returned to affection before hauling you inside after him. You were greeted by the boisterous boys almost instantly. Bambam pushed to the couch before running off to the kitchen to 'get his baby a drink!'. You swallowed and shakily smiled as both JB and Jr. offered you the seat between them. "Come sit with us [y/n]! We never get to talk because of that hog Bambam." You laughed, carefully sitting between them. You could only pray that your inner fangirl would stay hidden... ••• When Bambam came back with a glass of your favorite drink, he found you in between his two older members, hanging onto every word they said. You looked like one of their fangirls... "-JB got in soooo much trouble during the BOUNCE recording, you should have been there!" You clapped your hands happily, eyes sparkling. "Oh my gosh, that is so funny! JB, you must have been so embarrassed!" "You have no idea," the older sighed, flustered by whatever Jr. had told you. You smiled, "I've always loved the JJ Project, you know! It's really-" "Baby," Bambam whinned, causing your cheeks to flush. "Come compliment your boyfriend, not those smelly old men." Both of the 'smelly old men' shouted at Bambam for his insult. You got up, albeit reluctant to leave them. Bambam led you to the loveseat instead, hanging onto you the entire time. "Why do you like them so much, huh? I'm so much cooler you know-" You pecked his lips, earning a gagging sound from some of the members who saw it. "Bambam," you started with a giggle, "don't forget your just a cool as them. Don't get jealous! You know how much I love JJ Project anyway." He pouted again, snuggling into you. He could only hope you would fangirl that much over him one day.

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character: VIXX's Ken author: rinni genre: fluff request: "Hello there! Can I request a KEN ERROR fic, whereby he's a cyborg but he fell in love with the OC who is a human (like sth went wrong, as he's not supposed to have any feelings and emotions). Something fluff and goofy perhaps? Thank you!!" notes: omg this didn't turn out fluffy at all otl and i cut out  a lot so it would be slightly shorter ;; i hope it's ok enough!

His synthetic brain was filled with emotions. He wasn't necessarily suppose to know these feelings - it was a fluke.

The risk of telling you would be too great. Everything he felt for you was real. He didn't need some doctor to fix him. Was his set of limited emotions interfering with any of his functions? No. He was perfectly fine.

He was a normal model. Nothing too fancy, yet not too dull. He was the robot you could buy for a modest price and came with a unique personality (although, he had overheard one of your friends saying all machines were the same, which he asked you later on about. You had been so mortified and demanded where he had heard that.)

His synthetic brain was filled with emotions. He wasn't necessarily suppose to know these feelings - it was a fluke. He had contemplated telling you, but had an irrational fear that you would take him to be repaired. He didn't want that. If you did react like that and take him to be fixed, he would lose the exhilaration of feelings. He wouldn't get that spark of tingles in his fingers when you brushed against him. No longer would he feel the ache in his system while waiting for you to return home after a long day. The fire in his stomach from when you would praise him would be extinguished. Worst of all, the buzzing, vicious whirlwind of happiness, of his love, would be no more. The risk of telling you would be too great. Everything he felt for you was real. He didn't need some doctor to fix him. Was his set of limited emotions interfering with any of his functions? No. He was perfectly fine.

In fact, his love for you drove him to work harder. He read more on cooking, thrilled when you would gasp at the taste, affectionate praise leaving your lips. He took up shopping for you, knowing you had too much work and that getting to the shop was hard. He blended right in. No one ever noticed he was a robot helper, an artificial being. He felt so human. The other robots he had seen were dull and lifeless. They would carry the baskets stiffly in the market, replying with listless words. He was so much more advanced then them. He was no longer a robot, he was a self-dubbed cyborg. Cyborgs, the humans who were implanted with mechanics to increase their abilities. Sure, he was all machine and fake, but his mind felt human. He felt human when watching television with you, when you managed a walk in the park with him. He felt alive when you hugged him goodnight, or when you got sick and demanded he keep you warm by cuddling ("You're incredibly warm. I didn't know robots could feel so real..."). Maybe that's why, when you got home, he felt the undeniable urge to kiss you. "Good evening," he greeted with a smile, stretching his arms out for a hug. You laughed, letting him engulf you. "You hungry?" You hummed, rocking with his arms around you. You never understood Ken. He wasn't like the AI's at work. They were stiff and perfect. Hongbin, your friend from work had once told you all robots were designed with the same initial personality. Ken wasn't. He did things without orders. He cooked for you when you wouldn't ask. He left the home without your consent. You didn't mind. It made you love him more. Releasing you from his embrace, Ken took your coat from you and went to the closet to hang it, fussing the entire way. "It's cold out today. Why didn't you wear a thicker coat like I said too?" He scolded, back faced to you so you could openly shake your head. Slipping out of your shoes, you walked over to the kitchen, the smell of food tantalizing. Another thing you loved about him: he learned to be the best cook ever. You hadn't asked him too - he just did. He had a freewill, which no other robot could say they have. "Ken," you started, "how was your day? Anything happen?" You sat at the dining table, stretching your legs out. He stiffened at your question. Thoughts milled through his head. "Nothing happened... Ravi called. Wanted some stuff." And by stuff, be meant a date. You didn't need to know that. You raised a brow at his sour face at the mention of your friend. "Oh? What did he want?" He served some hot food onto your plate, silent. You hid your smirk. Was he... jealous? You knew of Ravi's slight infatuation with you and that he was bound to ask you out on a date eventually. "Ken." You tried again, reaching for his hand. You were surprised to find it shaking. "What's wrong?" "You can't go with him. It's not right." Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief. You knew Ken had some human-like opinions, but this was new. He had never directly told you his thoughts with so much... emotion. You shifted, all but forgetting the meal he had only half served. Sitting straighter, you leaned and clasped both his hands in yours. He felt so real under your grasp. "Why is that?" You wanted to find out what was making him tick, how the clogs in his head had formed this opinion. He was quiet, teeth gnawing on that plush bottom lip. He looked worried. Do robots even feel that...? Giving him that confident boost by squeezing his hands, he sighed dejectedly. "I don't want to tell you." "Are you... disobeying me?" He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing and jaw slackening. You had become suspicious. "Ken," you continued, "are your systems alright? I can schedule an appointment with the shop if something is off." You went to remove your hands from his, only to grunt in shock as he clamped them in place. You sent him a confused look. "Don't." You stayed quiet. He was shaking. "Don't take me to the repair shop. I don't want to lose this." You swallowed, almost afraid to ask what he was scared to lose. What would a robot have that was hard for them to depart with? Robots didn't exactly have feelings of possessiveness or become attached to things. "Ken..." His hands were warm, like a radiator. It was making your palms sweat. "I feel it all." He murmured, "I can feel the emotions humans do." You let out a shaky breath. This seemed like a dream. The robot you had held close and dear to your heart for years, suddenly becoming human. Impossible. "Don't be ridiculous-" "I love you." A pregnant silence filled the kitchen, the only sound was your quiet breath and the mechanical thump of his system - his heart. He suddenly dropped your hands, the chair screeching against the floor as he stood up. He looked panicked. Those uneven lips started sputtering nonsense a mile a minute, the  normally playful brown eyes darting worriedly toward you to the ceiling and back, and those hands that felt so real beneath yours flying around as he continued his panicky rouse. Ken was too involved in trying to convince you to let him keep functioning, living, like this that he didn't notice you stood up until your grasped his forearms. He froze immediately. "Ken." Your voice was soft. "When I first got you, I didn't think anything like this would happen." He let out a shuddered breath. "I never expected for you to go from a stiff robot to a... a human within a machines body." His eyes were locked on yours by now, swallowed into their depths. A smile arose on your face. "I never thought we would both be so human to feel like this for each other." A new emotion rolled through him, his entire body roared with a flameless fire. He gently brought his hands up to cradle your face, smiling that lopsided grin you love. Planting a very excited kiss on your lips, you swore you could taste his love. You would never take him to be repaired again.

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character: GOT7's Jackson author: rinni genre: fluff request: "Jackson catches you from falling and falls instead? ^^ xx"

You laughed, leaning over to help your idiot of a boyfriend clip his harness on. He was struggling quite a bit, a little too excited for this date...

The instructor gave a chortle as you tightened the straps after securing them, earning a small smile from you. "Well," the man said, "When you two are ready, go for it. We'll be operating on ground level so no one gets tangled or hurt." Jackson let lose one of his famous hyena laughs, grabbing your hand in pure excitement. It was your second anniversary and you had suggested something that could satisfy Jackson's love for adventure and action.

Indoor rock climbing. Sure, it wasn't very private with other couples and families littering the arena, but since when did Jackson ever mind a few eyes? Going up the wall was easy as pie. It was fun, consumed only a sixth of Jackson's energy reserve, and sparked a happiness in both of your hearts. This was a good way to bond, that's for sure. He had reached the top first, patiently waiting for you to reach the top also. When you did, clutching the plastic 'rocks' beside him, you laughed as he reached offer and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. "Ready to head down?" He asked, clearly ready to go another few rounds on the harder courses. You nodded, watching him descend down first. You followed, carefully placing your feet wherever you could.

You slipped on a dark green stone halfway down, yelping as you lost your grip on everything. With your limbs practically disconnecting with the wall, you fearfully waited for the impact of the safety mat below. Instead, you crashed into a hard chest, which in return softened the initial landing. With the breath knocked out if both of you, you blinked as the instructors worried face came into view. "You guys okay? That was a hard fall..." You sat up, glancing below you at the sprawled Jackson. He smiled back, albeit slightly dazed. You cracked a smile back, stifling your laugh. Yep, you guys were always going to be okay!

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character: GOT7's BamBam author: rinni genre: angst/fluff request: "a long scenario with BamBam? you and BamBam are childhood friends.You come to Korea to visit him but you get lost because he not pick you up at airport and you upset to him(he alr promise to pick you)and he got panic.You two love each other."

The clock moved so slowly, your eyes were burning with what you identified as humiliation and regret. He had forgotten you. You had even texted him a few times! No reply and no clue that he had even gotten them. Who would have thought that your own best friend would have forgotten you at an airport?

Twiddling your coat's sleeve between your fingers, you couldn't help but bite your lip while craning your neck. The airport wasn't too busy, but it was crowded enough that you second guessed the situation. Maybe he just forgot where your pickup area was? Or the time of your arrival slipped his mind? No way! You hadn't seen him for so long, not since he left Thailand, so you figured he would be as excited as you to finally have you visit him in Korea... Yet, you saw no sign of him within the crowd. He had told you he was going to pick you up. You quickly shook your head, heading to the baggage claim. Maybe he was caught in traffic? That was a high possibility. So, after gathering your luggage, you quietly made your way to a seat. You would just keep an eye out for him, since he would be there any second now. That 'any second now' turned into a full two hours. The clock moved so slowly, your eyes were burning with what you identified as humiliation and regret. He had forgotten you. You had even texted him a few times! No reply and no clue that he had even gotten them. Who would have thought that your own best friend would have forgotten you at an airport? Shouldering your back defeatedly, you shuffled through the crowd and out the door. You would find the hotel yourself. Besides, it was too late for sightseeing like BamBam had promised you, so it was best to just go and get some sleep. The sky was turning pink as you walked the streets. How much longer would it have been if you decided to wait at the airport? Would he have shown up at all? You bit your lip, thoughts circling painfully in your head. You hadn't even noticed you had gotten lost. Not only were the streets of Korea completely foreign to you, but the signs and language were difficult to understand. You weren't an expert in Korean... Staring wordlessly at a sign, it took you but a moment to feel the pressure of tears pooling. You were an idiot. Why did you come here to start with? BamBam was an idol now, he had a life to live, no friends, beautiful admirers... Why would he take time away from them to see and entertain an old friend from an old life who had a normal impact on his life? He could be doing so much more with much greater people. You took a seat on a bench, pressing your palms into your eyes and ducking your head. Everything was horrible. No friends, no idea where you were, and complete foreign to the language and people around you. Your phone being ringing at a startling volume. Retracting your palms from your now fuzzy, wet eyes to fish your phone from your pockets. The caller ID made your heart lodge in your throat. 'Kunpimook (o^^o)'. Shakily, you pressed the answer key. "Hello." Your voice was rough from not speaking for around two hours, plus the plane time that you slept. "Oh my god, where are you?! I'm looking everywhere and you just aren't here!" His voice made your eyes swell up. You had rarely been able to hear his voice in person for such a long time and now that you had come so close... "You didn't come so I just thought I could leave. You must have been doing something awfully busy since you didn't answer my calls and texts." "W-What? I didn't even check...- Ah, where are you? I-I was stuck at practice, I'm sorry!" You swallowed. He sounded sincere. "I'm lost," you whispered into the receiver, once more feeling meek and pathetic. "I have no idea where I am." "Oh... Just tell me what the place around you looks like. I'll find you." You described as much as you could, rubbing your eyes with one hand so you could see. Tears were pushing and falling down your face. How pathetic of you, to be so angry yet crying over something so stupid. "Stay where you are. I'll be there soon." You hung up after he said that, not even bothering to reply. You let your head fall back into your hands, no caring if anyone saw you in your miserable state. Ten minutes had passed and you heard the telltale sound of someone running. You lifted your head, watching as your dear friend looked frantically around. His eyes seemed to shine when he noticed you. He care your name, skidding to a stop when he reached you. He was out of breath, hands clenched around a bouquet of beautiful flowers... ...Your favorite flowers. "...Why do you have those?" You whispered quietly. He bent a bit at the knee, huffing a bit. He let out a nervous laugh, ruffling his hair while standing straight again. "I-I lied... About being stuck at practice." He sat down beside you, fiddling nervously with the flowers before carefully placing them in your lap. "I was so busy trying to make everything perfect for you. I was planning to take you out for some traditional Korean food, to take you to Lotte World. I was planning to make it all great so you would remember w-when I would ask you... Uh, never mind. Let's just go!" He stood quickly, taking your hand gently and pulling you to your feet. He kept a firm hold by entwining his fingers with yours. He took hold of your luggage with his other, leaving the flowers for you to carry. "Kunpimook," you started, "Why did you do all this?" He hesitated, looking down at you with a nervous face. He had grown. "I..." You squeezed his hand, giving him the reassurance to say what he was going to say. "I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I know it's weird, because we've been friends for so long, but I know that we were made for each other. I've always liked you." "Kunpimook-" "I'm sorry, I just thought-" You dropped the flowers, dropping his hand and circling your arms around his shoulder. He made a panicked sound before you hushed him. "I'll remember no matter the circumstances. I've been waiting forever." He laughed breathlessly, letting go of your luggage to hold you even closer. "Next time, stay at the airport." "Of course."

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character: GOT7's Mark author: rinni genre: fluff request: "Hello! Can you do a sequel to the Mark and best friend sleepover scenario? c: I'll leave the plot up to you this time!"

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Quietly, you tiptoed your way farther into the room, glancing cautiously all over. There was no way to know is your were in the clear yet...

"Got you!"

You wouldn't dare act upon them though. Mark continued laughing, holding you tight and hoisting you around and over his shoulder. Surprised by his actions, you blushed pink, playfully whining. "Let me down you big ape, I was trying to hide~" "No way," he playfully replied, "King Kong didn't let his girl down, so why should I?" If you hadn't been so in love with Mark's voice, the fact that he called you /his/ girl would have flown right over your head. "W-What?! Let me down Mark!" He dropped you like a sack of potatoes on the couch. You squealed, clinging right to his shirt as you fell from his hold. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), that brought him down with you. He grunted in surprise, arms falling out to catch him. That left you pinned beneath him, faces nearly inches apart. His brown eyes were wide in surprise, cheeks pooling with color. Yours must have been just as red as his. "S-Sorry-" "I like you." Both of you paused, embarrassed at his sudden words. His arms shook a little. "I didn't- I mean, uh..." He tried pulling away, to hide his embarrassment and turn away, but you held tight to the shirt between your fingers. "You... don't mean it?" Your voice was quiet and shaky. He swallowed, eyes staring into yours. "I... No, I meant it. I just don't want to ruin what we have..." "Well," you smiled, tugging him a bit closer, "what if I said the same thing to you? 'I like you.' How would you react?" He seemed to understand that you too had just confessed. "Then I would kiss you." "I like you too, Mark." He dove in, wrapping his arms around you. You smiled wider, tugging happily at his shirt. You knew this was better than any scenario you made in your head.

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character: GOT7's JB author: rinni genre: fluff request: "Can you do scenarios when you're GOT7 manager and one of the members (your choice) likes you and you kinda like him too and your afraid of being with him because the fans and the boys actually are helping you two to be together. Love your blog ♥♥"

Jaebum.

It seemed that wherever you turned or looked, he was there. A pleasant smile and sweet, nervous words. In fact, it seemed like it was planned for you to go where he was. Call it fate or call you crazy, but you knew this was not coincidental. Something was up.

You knew there was some chemistry between the two of you, via the gentle brush of his fingers against yours, of the exceedingly long stares between interviews. It made you nervous and excited.

Nervous because he was an idol, which thousands of girls adored and pined for him. Excited because, well, he was the perfect man for you. In every shape and form, Jaebum was the ideal boyfriend you had created in your minds eye so long ago. Sweet, yet strict, calm and supportive with just a pinch of rebellious undertones. He was handsome and eye catching on top of that. But the again, /he was an idol/. He was perfect to not only you, but to all of his loyal fans. What you assumed was chemistry could just be the normal fan service he was so use to delivering to fans. Could it be that it was just his instinct to behave like that around girls, even  with his manager? Maybe. "Jaebum looks good in this shot," Jr said from over your shoulder, inspecting the photos on the small monitor. You hummed in agreement, letting Bambam squeeze in beside you to look. Currently, you and the boys were at another photo shoot, exhausted and ready to call it a day. Only Yugyeom and Youngjae needed to be done then you could take them all back to their dorm to unwind. The photographer called you over and you wiggled your way out from between the two others. "I finished this kid. Who's next?" You waved over Youngjae, smiling at him. "Noona," he asked sweetly, "could you grab me a cool water? I am super thirsty and would like one after shooting." His tone seemed almost... forced. You nodded, heading off and leaving Youngjae to model. You found that the cooler was empty of bottles. There was a smaller sized cooler in the staff car, so you quickly left the set and made a jog out into the autumn air. Shivering a bit, you kept your pace until you reached the vehicle  you went to open the doors, surprised to find it jammed. "Come on," you whispered, feeling the tingles of cold air run along your skin, "just open...!" "Let me help." A warm chest pressed against your back, long arms reaching around you to slid the side door open. You jumped a little, fully aware whose deep voice that belonged to. "What are you doing out here?" "Jaebum..." you stared, turning from the interior of the van to look at him. His face looked even more masculine and handsome in the dim light. "Did you follow me out?" He smirked, chuckling. "Of course. I don't want my beautiful manager getting mugged." You blushed, turning your head to try and hide it. You hit his chest. "Get back inside. If someone sees us like this, they'll think we're in a relationship." He said nothing, not moving either. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "So? Maybe I want to be in a relationship with you." You sputtered, cheeks now flaming. You looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth gaping. "Don't say that! Your fans would disapprove of something so silly-!" "But you feel it, don't you?" He cut you off, hands skidding from your shoulders to your waist. "You get that feeling in your heart whenever I'm around, just like the feeling I get around you." Your heart was racing a mile a minute and your cheeks felt like fire. "Jae, you're an idol-" He squeezed your hips in his hands, efficiently quieting you. "Idols date all the time." He leaned closer. "Whose to say I can't be one of those idols?" You tried to say something, but you found your mouth occupied by gentle, warm lips. Jaebum - the ideal man after your own heart, the love of girls around the world - had his lips on yours. You didn't even have that registered when you started kissing back. He broke away breathlessly, grinning happily and slightly flushed. "Is it official? Are we no longer just flirting?" 'Yes' was your instant reply. He laughed again, taking your hand in his. "Good. Now let's get that water and go back inside." You blinked, watching him reach around you to grab the small cooler with his other hand. "Wait. How did you know I came out here for water? I didn't tell you." He froze, sheepishly looking back at you. "Ah, the boys and I might have planned this... Who knows for sure though?" You glared, but let him off the hook. You would thank the boys later.