Jackson smirked as he left the studio, shaking his head to signal to the others not to bother. Bam however couldn’t be satisfied with just that.
“Why not? What happened? Did they-”
“Can you kindly go somewhere else if you want to gossip.” Jaebums glare appearing in the doorway brought a shock to both maknaes.
“Sorry man!...What happened?” BamBams mouth really needed an off switch, thought Yugyeom as he instinctively dodged the couch pillow. This seemed to be BamBams only answer before the door slammed shut once more. “Awww come on is no one going to tell me-”
Jackson merely shook his head and continued down the hall leaving the maknaes to scramble after him. Their pestering questions only got an answer after the elevator doors dinged shut.
“He chickened out.” Jacksons' tiny amused smirk had both of them yelling incredulously.
“WHY?!” Jackson shrugged, in honesty he had been surprised at first as well. You and Jaebum had been together for several years now, so why all of a sudden he was so nervous didn’t make a lick of sense to the Chinese pop mogul.
“...He’s asked them to marry him before! They said if he ever was serious about it they would say yes so WHY IS HE PANICKING NOW?!” BamBams yells followed them through the foyer.
“Probably because he is finally serious. He’s got this idea in his head of a perfect proposal and if so much as one thing seems wrong he runs from it.” Yugyeom had no idea how on point his observation was, but it wouldn’t take long for Jaebum to realize it either. Did this discovery make asking you to be his partner for the rest of time any easier? Nope. But maybe with a new restaurant and a haircut he’d finally lose the tremors in his hands and get down on one knee. After all, if he didn’t do it soon one of the members was bound to let it slip anyway, especially with BamBam and Youngjae’s big mouths…
Summary: After a massive break up, Jinyoung thinks that the medicine you need might just be revenge.
Prompt: “I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”
Warnings: Mentions of cheating | Mild vandalism (?)
Masterlist
[23:51]
You should’ve known. The moment you saw your partner—now ex—gawking over the person you both saw at the gym was a dead giveaway and you hate yourself for not realising it sooner. Or maybe you hate yourself more for putting so much trust in him. There was always something that your ex did that made you doubt your entire relationship and it makes you wonder why you didn’t see all the red flags until you saw the two in his bed.
Your first thought was to rant about it to someone, but who were you supposed to tell? You can’t tell your siblings, they’d be on your ex’s ass in seconds. You also didn’t feel close enough with the friends you made at work, which left you alone and yearning for someone to comfort you. It was only when you heard the doorbell to your house ringing that you realised there was one person you could rely on—the person that you actually didn’t want to tell.
Your phone lights up beside you and you wipe your tears with the blanket in your lap to see the screen clearer.
Jinyoung:
I know you’re home, loser [23:51]
You feel the tears building up in your eyes once again. Why did Jinyoung choose to come over now? Out of all days and all the time he had before, why did he choose to come when you felt like you were at your lowest?
Jinyoung:
(Y/n)?
I can see your living room lights
Open the door
I have pizza [23:54]
You see, Jinyoung was someone you met mutually through a friend at work—his name’s Mark—and you clicked pretty well with him. The only problem was that Jinyoung always seemed to catch you at the worst times, which made you feel bad because he always shows up whenever you’re having a breakdown or plotting some form of revenge on your coworker who decided to take your lunch from the pantry. Thunder claps and lightning flashes from outside the window to your bedroom and only then do you realise that it’s storming. Which means that Jinyoung’s standing at your doorstep in the pouring rain.
Jinyoung:
I didn’t get soaking wet walking through the rain to your house just for you to say no to pizza.
I have beer too [23:59]
You stare at his messages, debating whether you actually wanted him to see you like this. He doesn’t even know whether or not you’re crying.
Jinyoung:
I know you’re sad
Let me in [00:04]
Oh.
You force yourself out of bed and down the stairs of your home to open the front door. Jinyoung stands at your doorstep, water dripping from the strands of his wet hair and sliding down his face. In his hands are a large pizza box and a plastic bag filled with bottles of beer.
“How did you know?” you ask softly as you move aside to let him into your house. He rubs his feet against the plush carpet right in front of your door, trying to get his feet as dry as possible before making his way into your kitchen. Jinyoung’s hand gestures for you to sit on one of the barstools at your kitchen island while he pulls his wet coat off of his shoulders and balls it up before leaving it on your counter; making a mental note to clean that up later.
“I always do,” Jinyoung mutters as he opens the pizza box. He’s thankful that he somehow managed to keep the pizza dry or else he would’ve had to be faced with both your tears and rain pizza. You’re silent as he pushes the box towards you before pulling out two bottles of beer from the orange plastic bag that’s now perched on your countertop. You give him a weird look that makes him sigh, “Mark hyung told me.”
“And how did Mark figure it out? I didn’t tell anyone.” You pull one of the slices out of the box and take a bite out of it. It isn’t as hot as you’d prefer your pizza to be, but you can’t expect Jinyoung to have fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza when you left him standing outside in the rain for more than ten minutes.
“Mark hyung introduced you to the cock head. Of course he’d know,” he says as he pops open both bottles of beer, sliding on towards you. “What happened?”
“What do you want to know?” you look away from the slice and let your eyes meet Jinyoung’s. His face and body language never seemed to show that much emotion, but his brown eyes always held every single word that he wanted to say.
Jinyoung’s shoulders raise into a shrug, “whatever you want to tell me.” You hesitate with pizza in your mouth, chewing slowly before you sigh and tell him everything. Half a pizza and three beer bottles later, you feel relieved.
“And now I’m just sulking in my house,” you mutter when you finish your fourth slice of pizza. Jinyoung blinks a few times and his eyes drift away from you for a moment as he takes in the entire story.
“I have an idea,” he speaks up after a moment, his back straightening as the idea brews in his mind. “I’m not usually one who condones revenge because it’s petty and it wastes my time, but…” Jinyoung trails off when he sees you perking up.
“What’s your plan?” you quickly ask.
He smirks, “I’m thinking lots of toilet paper and lots of glitter.”
“Why am I here again?” Mark asks but Jinyoung quickly shushes him.
“We’re here to get back at (Y/n)’s ex.” The older man gives him a weird look but obliges anyway, hands grabbing at the envelopes filled with glitter and signed with different names and addresses to avoid suspicion. “Are you ready?” Jinyoung turns to you and you nod as you pull the hood of your jacket over your head to hide yourself.
“You do know that we could get arrested for vandalism, right?” he points out.
“That just fuels the adrenaline,” you hum with a smile when you turn back to him. The corners of Mark’s lips lift into a smile when he sees the mischief painted on your face. You’ve convinced him only because Mark’s a bit of an adrenaline junky and he’d do anything just to feel alive.
The three of you climb out of Jinyoung’s car and quickly make your way into the bushes of your ex’s garden, hiding under the cover of night with a bag full of toilet paper rolls. Mark tears himself away from you and Jinyoung to stuff the envelopes into the empty mailbox before regrouping. Each of you get a few rolls and the revenge plot begins. Call it childish, but you had never felt so much rush within you from throwing toilet rolls. You swing one of the rolls over the house, frowning when you see the way it bounces off of the wall and falls back into the garden.
“Watch this,” Jinyoung chuckles. You watch as he swings his arm with more strength and force, the roll flying straight over the roof and leaving a trail of toilet paper behind it that drapes over the top of the house.
“Show off,” Mark snorts as he throws a roll. Jinyoung scowls at that and throws the roll right at his head, earning a whine from your coworker. “Is that all of them?” he asks. You rummage through the now empty tote bags and nod just as the lights to one of the rooms turn on.
“Fuck, we have to go.” Jinyoung grabs onto your wrist and the three of you run out of the garden and straight into his car. The front door swings open and you hear distant yelling just as Jinyoung slams his foot on the accelerator, speeding out of the neighbourhood as fast as he can to stop your ex from seeing his license plate. Giggles and laughter erupt from the three of you once you’re out of the neighbourhood.
“Feel any better?” Mark laughs when he sees how bright you look as compared to the past two weeks and how dull and tired you’ve been.
“I feel fucking amazing,” you breathe out a laugh, turning to your side to look at Jinyoung who laughs from behind the wheel.
“I’ll be taking food as thanks,” he jokes.
“Oh, shut up,” you roll your eyes playfully, unable to stop the smile that feels permanently etched on your face. “I’m actually surprised that you, out of all people, thought of this.”
“That’s exactly what I said when he called me,” Mark chuckles.
“I don’t know,” Jinyoung shrugs with a content sigh. “Never really liked that guy anyway. I felt like you deserved better, so revenge was the first thing that came to mind when you told me.” You keep your eyes on him for a moment, basking in the adrenaline that courses through your veins. Mark cocks an eyebrow at the way the car slowly falls into silence.
“Thank you, Jinyoung,” you hum after a moment.
“Yes, thank you, Jinyoung,” Mark snickers. “It’s nice to see you having all this fun when you’re usually so stone cold.”
“I’m not stone cold, I’m just unresponsive,” Jinyoung corrects him.
“Unresponsive until someone grazes your shoes with theirs,” you quip, making Mark laugh.
Jinyoung gasps, “those shoes were white and they were expensive! Anyone in the right mind would be upset!” You and Mark’s giggles are only heightened at how Jinyoung starts nagging you two for stepping on his white shoes once a few years back.
“Alright, alright,” Mark says in between laughs, “we’ll be more careful when you’re wearing white shoes.”
“I wouldn’t mind if it was (Y/n), but hyung,” he emphasizes on ‘hyung’, hinting at the fact that Mark acts like a teenager despite already almost breaching his thirties. “I would’ve expected at least some respect for my white shoes from you!”
“Dude, just soak them—that’ll take the stain right off.”
“They’re leather!”
“Let’s just agree not to ruin Jinyoung’s white, leather shoes, so that he’ll stop nagging at us,” you giggle. Jinyoung whines in response as he glances at you. Mark makes another comment that has Jinyoung practically fuming. He’s lucky that it’s a red light because he puts the gear into neutral and reaches behind to grab onto the black hoodie of Mark’s jacket, the older man whining and crying in response while you watch with pure glee.
genre: horror, comedy, supernatural! au, romance
pairing: beetlejuice! bambam x human! gender-neutral! reader
word count: 1.8k
[warnings]: mentions of insects, snakes, ghosts/spirits, magic, one curse
summary: It’s going to take the worst of the worst to rid your home of some unwanted house guests, but allowing in a professional that’s more gags than ghoul - and becoming charmed by him - definitely wasn’t on your agenda.
got7 m.list | navi.
You spent nights lying wide awake too scared to even close one eye. The crashes and cackles all around frightened you to your bones, shivering beneath the covers. Things would shatter, your belongings tossed about carelessly, sounds you would only hear in horror movies echoing through the building. The spirits terrorizing your home even went as far as tampering with you, pulling on your ankles and yanking at your hair. The moment sharp nails met your skin, you called out for mercy.
It was only when a flyer was anonymously placed on your car’s windshield that help would truly arrive. The pamphlet printed with a backwards name on it slowly opening in your hands to reveal part of the truth behind the supernatural. Decorated with minimalistic details, a simple description read inside.
“Drain a little more clogged than usual by hair that’s not yours? Sounds you have never heard before coming from your basement shaking you awake at night? Is your home full of pesky ghosts you want gone? With a trio-ed call of the name you can’t read, all of your worst nightmares will disappear.”
The flyer held a picture of a man inside, his matted hair the color of moss and face as flawless as it was disturbing. The professional-looking flyer sat on your kitchen counter, soon becoming an extra weapon used against you when it went flying at your head. Turning to meet empty air, you rubbed at your temple full of frustration. With the pamphlet cover side up, your eyes gazed over the title once again, the name now recognizable. It was read by your conscience, but not said out loud.
Lips moving to form the first syllable of the name, your feet were swept out from under you, your body jolted against the open kitchen wall. Detained against the smooth drywall at your back, your eyes shut from fear, long fingers holding at your arms. This was your final straw.
“BamBam. BamBam. BamBam.”
A crack of thunder sounded from outside, the entire house falling dark and silent as the spirit released you from its hold. Vanishing from your senses, the oxygen refilled your lungs with a deep breath, the scent of death suddenly filling your nose as you slid back to the ground.
Thudding signaled from your fridge, the appliance shaking rapidly before the door swung open. A thick cloud of smoke filled the room, your eyes burned as the scent grew stronger. A man emerged from the small space, stretching out his arms with a deep inhale and peered around the room. Tethered clothing on his body, he looked fresh out of a grave, dark eyes finding your own in the gloomy kitchen.
“I haven’t heard my name called in so long. I almost forgot it’s my own!” he chimed, teeth white but covered with a layer of bugs. Sticking his index finger with his mouth, he hummed at your shocked expression, flicking out the insects as they fell onto the floor and scampered away. “Sorry about that. You might need an exterminator of pests next. But for now, you’ve got me!”
He cheered alone, tossing his hands into the air and flailing them around in celebration. His hands clamped down on your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. You stood idle as he reared back, a confused expression on his face.
“Can’t expect everyone to react the same.” He said to himself, nodding before he let you go and pushed back from you.
Turning his body, he bent down into the fridge, rummaging around as he pulled out strange drinks you didn’t have stocked along with a number of other items you would never keep in a refrigerator. A loud squeaky toy for a dog was tossed by your head, his hand finding something that made him jump as a snake slithered past your feet and disappeared within an open cabinet. In a matter of seconds, he was lifting out a large bag. Placing it beside the fridge, he slammed the door shut, mumbling to himself about what was inside of the large carrier.
“Rope? No, not rope. Maybe some sage? Oh, I can’t touch that. How about uh-“ he stuttered, looking up at your silent form wearing an unreadable expression. “Oh, you look scared.”
He stood from the bag, dropping the old rope within his palm and letting it coil back into the carrier. With a light laugh, he stuck out his hand to take yours, shaking your entire body with his greeting. “I’m BamBam: professional ghoul ridder-er-er. Yeah.” The man was quite awkward, his stance loose with his knees bent as he nodded to himself again and carried on with the bag at his feet.
“I take it you’ve been dealing with these ghosts long enough to know one when you see one, right?” His smile was almost charming, skinny legs standing his body up straight again. Awaiting your answer, his arms moved around his back, hands clasping together as he rocked on his toes.
“Y-Yes.” You finally stuttered out, finding your voice in the mix of the chaos.
“You do speak!” He nearly yodeled, bouncing in his shoes. Wearing a wide grin, he tugged out a long plank of wood from the mysterious bag. Pulling it up into the air inch by inch, it almost hit your ceiling before he tilted it horizontally and angled it out.
“What’s that for?” you asked lightly, watching his face light up.
“This? Oh, this is just for me to make the ceiling sturdier when I go to scare off the ghosts. And for this.” He spun on his heels, the long piece of wood whacking into an unseen person as they cried out, clamoring on the floor. “Got one!”
A shadow figure came into view, their hand raised to their head caressing the spot BamBam hit against without warning. The green-haired man cackled similar to how the spirits do at night, tilting the wood before he rammed it into the spirits head again, knocking them out cold on the floor.
“Silly bastards don’t know who’s coming for them!” he grinned at you, leaning back to meet your full gaze with a wicked look on his face. “A-ha! You made the right call here, darling.”
You wanted to redact saying his name three times, the cryptic yet entertaining man more than you requested. He leaped around your home looking at the ceiling before he said something you couldn’t make out. Turning the plank back vertical he slid it between your flooring and the beam through the middle of your ceiling. He applauded himself at the work, your concerned expression halting him in his tracks.
“Now - you see, things are about to get a little messy. And while I’m responsible, I’m not taking any lawsuits.” His voice turned slightly serious, his hand pressing against your back as he guided you under the beam and next to the sturdy plank. “Therefore-” He grinned widely at his own voice, watching your eyes glisten with curiosity. “I won’t be held liable for this.”
The kick of the board brought the ceiling to nearly collapse, holes breaking through the wooden beams sending insulation down with more of the dark shadow figures. Almost on cue, BamBam’s arms rose into the air, his tongue slithering from between his lips like a snake as his foot slammed against the floor. Boards breaking under your eyes, the ground seemed to open up in spots similar to the holes within the ceiling, each shadow figure looking at one another before they plummeted down into the deep abyss. BamBam’s hands balled into fists, swaying the clenched palms like he was conducting a symphony. The holes in the floor broke with fire, sealing with pitiful cries of those that had fallen until the home was laced with only silence and the thick panting of the ghost investigator to your side.
“Only room for one ghost here! Not so bad, you see?” He smiled. “How do you prefer payments? Once a year until you're dead, or a quick pull of your heart out now?” Question eerie, the man read your face as worried, laughing with his tongue protruding out - but now normal - as he choked on his own cackle and shook his head. “Jokes! They’re just jokes. For you, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek as a deposit?”
You rocked on your heels, staring at the man with bulged eyes in wonder and fear mixed together. His head jutted from his neck, cheek wide and clean as he awaited his kiss. You were between being in debt to the ghost for the rest of your life, or just a quick kiss? What could truly be worse?
Your lips perked, pressing the smooth skin to his roughly textured face. The breath from his chest released, his body rising into the air as a content and loving look loomed over his face. The expression bright and humane, small hearts floated around his head before popping one by one. Your heart sputtered at the bizarre man, internally questioning how someone so different could be so charming at the same time. His feet lowered back to the ground, a look of sadness behind his irises as he blinked down at your cold hands.
“Well, I suppose I’m off then. Don’t you worry about those pesky spirits any more. And I’m always three words away!” he grinned, laughing at himself for his reference. The last of his pearled smiles taking your view, he backed towards the closed fridge, slowly taking his leave.
Opening the door of your refrigerator, the steam from within released into the room, the temperature hot compared to the cold smoke that would naturally depart from the appliance. BamBam’s smile saddened, your voice caught his ears just as he bent down to retreat back from where he came from, a new look of elation in his eyes from your soft voice.
“Maybe come back again, but sooner?” you asked, his cheeks becoming rosy from the light tone in your voice. “You seem to always be alone-” Mention of his caprice seity intrigued you, watching the corner of his lips rise into a gentle smile at your attentiveness. “-but maybe I can be some sort of company every once in a while?”
His eyes were bright compared to his scary aura, the color of his skin grew flush at your words. He seemed more excited about speaking to you than he did taking care of your ghosts, the tame grip of his hands around the handle of the fridge releasing as he bent down again to step inside. His voice called back to you, muffled by the strange void as he finally left you. “I’d quite like that! If you enjoy another little haunting from time to time!”
Summary: BamBam gets revenge on you, since you have pranked him so many times already. He decides to do something funny to him, but in your eyes, was a disaster to you.
Warning: none
Word Count: 480
Requested here: request
Pranks were a common thing in your household. You decided to prank BamBam the week before. First, you dyed the shampoo red, causing him to scream because he thought he was bleeding. Then, you put mentos in his drink, resulting in the liquid to explode everywhere. Lastly, you bought fake bugs and placed it on the floor, and when he saw it, he almost turned as white as a ghost. However, since BamBam had enough of your jokes, he thought of the perfect way to make you fall for his plan. He took out a piece of paper, wrote something on it and stuck it onto the front door. Then, he proceeded to pack some of his stuff in a luggage and some boxes. After, he put a camera somewhere he knew you wouldn’t see it. He decided to sit and watch you from the backyard. Now, he just had to wait for you to come home.
After, your car pulled into the driveway. When you opened the door to the house, you were confused to see a little note on your front door. You read it. “Let’s break up, I don’t love you anymore. I packed up all my stuff, I’ll pick it up tomorrow. I hope you find someone better.” ‘No no no’, you thought. What did you do wrong? Everything was fine a few days ago when you pranked him. Did he not like it? What went wrong? All those thoughts were going through your head as you were trying to process what was going on at the moment. Then, tears fell and soon, you were a crying mess. You couldn’t believe it, he was actually breaking up with you, but what for?
BamBam quickly opened the door to run and tell you it was a prank. But, when he arrived to your side, you were already a crying mess. “Babe, it’s a prank, I love you.” “Do you really? Is this actually a prank?”, you asked while bawling. “Yes Y/N, it’s a prank. I would never, in my life, leave you. Please forgive me.” BamBam felt super guilty and hated to see you cry, but at the same time, he felt happy that he could get a little revenge on you. He hugged you, “I’m so sorry I promise I won’t do something that savage again.” “You’re getting pranked again next week as your punishment”, you said. “I don’t mind at all, as long as you don’t pull something as crazy as this.” “Oh I’ll be sure to next time, who knows what i’m going to do? I might even pull something crazier than this.” Turns out, you already had the perfect prank to pull on him next week. ‘He will get what he deserves next time.’ you thought as you giggled and cuddled into BamBam’s chest, glad that the “break-up” thing was all a joke.
concept: got7 members play “what’s in the box” and the guys have mischievously put the member’s s/o’s lingerie in the box.
im jaebum:
it took jackson a lot of convincing to get all the members to play it because who in their right mind wants to mess with im jaebum. especially regarding his girlfriend.
but they agreed and here they were standing in front of a blindfolded jaebum. yugyeom was holding the box and jackson motioned him to go to jaebum but he shook his head and stepped back so bambam and jackson pushed him in front.
“are we gonna play or not guys?” jaebum asked waiting for someone to bring him the box.
“yes yes, of course!” jinyoung assured him.
finally, yugyeom walked to jaebum and mark helped jaebum guide his hand inside the box.
jaebum felt the material of the blue panties and brought it out, “i’m not sure what it is.”
jackson just stared trying to stifle a laugh. the others not so sure if they’re gonna cry as much as they’re gonna laugh.
jaebum took off his blindfold and just stared at your panties for a while before his mouth turned into an o and he started chuckling.
“this was jackson’s plan,” youngjae spoke up.
jaebum laughed looking at them, “totally didn’t see that one coming.”
relieved, the rest of the guys started laughing with him too.
mark tuan:
mark was unbothered really, he didn’t want to play but he also didn’t want to disappoint his babies by saying no. he was scrolling his instagram when jinyoung approached him.
“sure, if you guys wanna play, let’s play,” mark said and got up to join them in the living room.
he just looked at the boys who were sharing an evil grin among themselves.
“is there something i’m not aware of?”
“hyung let’s just play!” jaebum said which even had mark raise an eyebrow at his unmatched enthusiasm regarding a variety show game.
mark shrugged it off and did as told.
when his hand came in touch with your bra, he chuckled and pulled it out.
“was i supposed to get angry or something?”
“such a spoilt sport!” jinyoung groaned and everyone dispersed murmuring, shaking their head as if in disbelief.
“guys guys,” mark face palmed laughing at their childishness.
wang jackson:
he was overexcited to play and so eager that he skipped the blindfold part and sat rubbing his palms together when mark brought over the box.
“go on,” youngjae said and jackson eagerly put his hand inside pulling out your lace bra.
he stopped for a while cause why is there a bra inside? oh wait, it’s your bra.
“so this is the game we’re gonna play? oh yeah? two can play at this game.”
park jinyoung:
they did it again. it was jinyoung’s new movie premier day and they held a vlive and decided to prank him with a game of what’s in the box with your lingerie. yep, they pulled shit on him again when his new movie premiered.
“this is our surprise gift to you!” yugyeom said bringing the box.
jinyoung grinned excited, “i don’t believe you guys for all the previous times but okay, i guess.”
“allow me,” bambam blindfolded him as jinyoung sat quietly.
jackson turned the camera away a bit so aghases could see only the boys and not jinyoung.
youngjae brought the box over and jinyoung ventured forward only to be met with the material of your lace panties.
he took them out curious and stared at them after taking off his blindfold. after a while, he started laughing,
“the aghases are watching! stop please, not on my movie premiere, all over again!!”
choi youngjae:
convincing youngjae wasn’t a huge task but his getting his hand inside the box was, he is a nervous little wreck. he kept laughing and pulling his hand back until jackson threatened to tickle him more.
youngjae put his hand in completely and touched the straps of the bra. he took out his hand leaving the bra inside the box and his grin turned to a smirk.
“she likes it,” he said pointing at his crotch, “you guys jealous?”
bambam:
since everyone was already playing bambam agreed too and soon had himself blindfolded but the boys took quite a while to bring the box to him.
they’d secretly gone to his room, searched everywhere and found your bra underneath the bed. it’s like they’re expecting it there.
after procuring it in the box they finally came.
“i thought you guys left,” bambam spoke up as he heard the shuffling of feet.
“not at all, we can never leave you.” jackson chuckled placing the box in front of him.
“let’s begin,” jaebum said and bambam took out your bra in a second.
“oh i know what this is,” bambam said grinning as he took off his blindfold, “wanna know how loud she screamed? oh wait, you guys did already!”
kim yugyeom:
“i don’t know anything,” was the first thing yugyeom said when he brought out your panties from the box, his smile faltered as he stared at his hyungs in front of him.
he glared at bambam who just grinned like a fool.
“you sure you don’t know what they’re?” jinyoung enquired.
“n- i mean ye-yes, of course i know what they are,” he stood up suddenly, “wHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THIS!?” he said with a bewildered look and tried to walk away but the boys barred his way and threw him back in the couch.
“he’s still so shy,” jackson laughed.
“i hope you know where to put it,” jaebum started.
“oh my god, i can’t believe you’re trying to give me sex talk!” yugyeom covered his face laughing in disbelief.
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You never knew how to approach a barista during work just to get his number for your best friend but there’s a first time for everything, right?
“Hey!” You greeted the tall, raven-haired boy who was wiping off the wooden counter. His features were calm, mature and solemn. His eyes were of the finest black – so smooth and so deep. You swore he could steal hundreds of girls’ heart with only one look (other than your best friend’s heart of course). All in all, he looked like a statue of a Greek god. Maybe Apollo? Or Poseidon? You had no clue. You never paid attention to the History teacher in high school.
Anyway, he looked absolutely gorgeous, although the slight smile on his face indicated that he wasn’t in a very good mood that day. Nevertheless, you had to try. It was now or never.
“Can I help you with anything?” He asked before you could examine his features for any longer, his voice already impatient and demanding. His eyes were already squinted in suspicion.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
As soon you as said the words out loud, you wanted to curse so badly. How could you embarrass yourself the moment you started speaking? Gosh, you would never get his number if you kept on making a fool out of yourself! Yet, you had to do it for your best friend. Changmi absolutely deserved to be loved back by her crush.
“I work here.” He furrowed his eyebrows in question, clearly doubting whether you were sane or not. You took a deep breath to get yourself back on track and made an attempt to sound as seducing as possible.
“The thing is…” You tore your gaze off his face to look at his name tag. “Jinyoung…” You cleared your throat after you had managed to read the tiny little letters (or your eye-sight was bad, who knows?) and averted your eyes back to the boy. “That my best friend really likes you and she would like to get your number. So maybe you could write it down and I would give it to her.” You suggested and flashed a hopeful grin at him.
Changmi was so shy that she would never bring herself to ask for the barista’s number herself although she couldn’t stop talking about him for a month. As a good friend you were, you wanted her to get a boyfriend, so you decided to do it for her. (On the side note, you didn’t want to hear her poems about the God-like barista anymore. You were already fed up with it.)
The boy at the counter only snorted in response.
“Why wouldn’t your friend get it herself?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes as he started cleaning a glass, working as precisely as possible. You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. Why was he so frustrated already?
“She’s too shy.”
“Why would I give my number to strangers?” He elevated one eyebrow as he glanced at you. There was a smug smirk forming in the corner of his lips. Oh how you wished you could wipe it off his face!
“Because she likes you!” You flung your arms into the air because you were so irritated. What a dumbass he was! Changmi really wanted to date a guy like Jinyoung? Oh well, you better look out for him!
“I don’t give out my number just like that. I don’t trust girls with such inquires.” The barista shrugged his shoulders quite indifferently which of course hurt your pride. It was fine until he only made you feel uncomfortable with his looks but now that he was roasting you, it was getting too much.
“Not like lots of girls would ask for your stupid number.” You spluttered out of rage, your heart already beating faster. Jinyoung was just as nonchalant as before.
“You would be surprised how many girls wanted my stupid number so far.”
“With that face?” You teased as you pointed at him. “Oh please, that wasn’t even a good joke!” You shook your head in an attempt to talk back to that arrogant, annoying and sassy barista. You started questioning your best friend’s choice because this guy was a total asshole. Or a paranoid. You didn’t know which option was better.
“If you are here to roast me, you are only wasting your time! I won’t get offended no matter what you say.” He gave you a threatening look with an almost vampire-like smile. Like you could see his teeth and his full lips and everything. Oh boy, it was quite scary!
“The only reason why I’m wasting my time here is because out of the two of us, I have a heart and I want my best friend to be happy. Though I feel like you wouldn’t deserve such a lovely soul.”
“Then I guess we are done here.” The annoyed barista clapped his hands like he wanted to put an end to your conversation while he was already making his way out of the counter.
You felt anger boiling up inside you as you watched him walk away. If looks could kill, you were sure Jinyoung had already died of a heart-attack and fell to the ground in the middle of the room because you were that furious.
Even if you told him off, you still had to find a way to get Jinyoung’s number if you wanted to keep your promise to your best friend. Though you started losing interest in that idea.
You blew this chance but there were other baristas in the café, so it wasn’t a hopeless case. Not yet.
Your second victim was a guy named Kihyun. You were back at the café after your lectures ended and Jinyoung was already gone, therefore you had no choice but to talk to someone else (not like you minded it though).
Maybe it would turn out better than another round of bickering with the one and only Jinyoung. (You wouldn’t even be surprised if he had the exact same name as that booty-shaking, narrow-eyed idol – Park Jinyoung. Anyway, that wasn’t relevant to the topic.)
You came up to the counter just like you did with Jinyoung. You didn’t want to look as dumb as last time because you wanted to leave a better first impression. You prepared a little monologue for the guy who had his shift when you turned up yet when he turned around, you forgot everything you had practiced before.
The stranger looked absolutely breath-taking. You weren’t a customer of the café, you once had a chai latte with Changmi but that was all. Plus, you were certain that you would remember a face like the guy’s in front of you.
His chestnut-brown, almond-shaped eyes and his mischievous smile made you feel like your whole world turned upside down. The way his lips slowly turned into a smile as he greeted you was like watching the sunrise in the morning. The sight of his adorable dimples melted your heart and you already felt your legs weakening. Gosh, you wanted to pinch his cheeks so bad!
Wait… what? What kind of idea was that? Pinching a total stranger’s cheeks in front of everyone when the café was already so crowded? Oh no, you had already made a scene that day, you didn’t need more drama to your life.
“Hello! What can I get for you?” He boasted a friendly smile, his fingers toying with the rug in his hands.
“Oh well I…” You stuttered as you tried to look away because his grin was seriously contagious. Concentrate, concentrate! You have a task! You tried your best to look unaffected by his beauty but you still had to gulp when you looked back at Kihyun. “There’s this barista here called Youngjin‒”
“Do you mean Jinyoung?” He cut you off and watched with amused eyes as the realization hit you hard. You swore you wouldn’t even notice your mistake if he didn’t point it out to you. His presence was seriously disturbing.
“Yes, you’re right. I was thinking of him.” You giggled awkwardly but the guy in front of you didn’t seem to mind your silly mistake. Gosh, why was he staring at you like that? Was there something on your face? Your sensible part told you that it was because he was talking to you and it was considered rude if he looked away. Yet, a tiny part of you wanted him to look at you because you literally caught his eyes.
Whatever… it wasn’t even about you but your friend and the crush he had on that sassy barista. So back to the topic!
“My best friend – Changmi – has a crush on Jinyoung but she’s way too shy to make a move. I wanted to get the guy’s number earlier today, but he didn’t want to tell me and started questioning why I wanted to get his number instead of my friend doing it for herself. So I‘ve said that it’s because at least I have a heart not like him. Then, he reprimanded me because he doesn’t give his number to strangers, especially girls with such inquires…” You quoted the exact same words as you rolled your eyes at the memory.
“And you want me to get his number.” Kihyun concluded after he had patiently listened to your crazy mumbling. Oh boy, you were so nervous! You only talked that much if you were on the edge. Poor guy happened to meet you in such a state.
Nevertheless, the gentle smile on his face could make you forget about your incident with Jinyoung. You heart started hammering away rapidly and found heat crawling up your skin. Your nerves were frazzled by the time you spoke up because you couldn’t believe how kind Kihyun was (especially after your encounter with Jinyoung). Maybe you should have come here more often with Changmi.
“Yeah.” You nodded after a few seconds of silence.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He offered chivalrously without giving it much thought. You didn’t want to believe what you had just heard.
“Really?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I help your friend?” He chuckled whole-heartedly and you had to admit it was one of the most beautiful symphonies you had ever heard.
You couldn’t believe your luck. Was he really that willing to help you? It was rare to find such nice guys nowadays. It was the first thing that actually seemed to work out for you lately.
“Thank you so much!” You dropped a sigh in relief, still amazed by the fact that you would be able to keep your promise to your best friend. He shrugged in response like he got his co-workers’ numbers every single day to help a friend who had lost all hope.
“By the way, Jinyoung may seem a bit intimidated at first but he’s actually a pretty nice guy. He’s just tired of giving his number to female customers because he has those requests quite often.” Kihyun explained patiently as he put down the rug. Then, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, probably not aware of the butterflies that invaded in your stomach as soon as his manly cologne wafted through your nose. “Though no one was cunning enough to ask me about his number before.” He admitted with an amused laugh, his beautiful chestnut-brown eyes forming happy little crescents as he was giggling.
You felt a blush staining your cheeks red. You felt like it was a compliment that you were cunning and you had to admit that it felt nice to be complimented by Kihyun. Even though you didn’t know him at all (well not yet), you had a feeling that he was a genuine person.
“I’m a very loyal friend.” You puffed your chest out in pride.
“Yes, I can see that.” He bit his lower lip as his eyes were scanning you, his gaze finally landing on your red lipstick. You didn’t want to be tangled up in crazy scenarios yet his gulp couldn’t go unnoticed by you. At least you knew you weren’t the only one who was embarrassed as hell.
“Would you like something to drink if you are already here?” Kihyun cleared his throat but he didn’t need to gain your attention. Your eyes were already fixated on him. “Since you had to come here once more to get Jinyoung’s number, your order is on me.”
You wanted to jump up and down like a five-year-old after hearing his kind words, his offer indicating that he didn’t want to say goodbye to you. Not yet.
“Well…” You mumbled as you looked at the menu on a board behind Kihyun, searching for something sweet and tasty. When you found out that they had your favourite festive drink, you almost screamed out of joy.
“Can I get a unicorn hot chocolate because it’s my absolute favourite drink and maybe…” You stopped in the middle of the sentence as you averted your eyes back to his face. You almost bit back your tongue but decided to go for it in the end. “… your number?”
Kihyun didn’t show any signs of bewilderment, if anything, his grin grew wider. His eyes were shining fondly, they were full of joy and affectionate. You had a feeling that he didn’t mind your request.
“I’ll get you both in a minute.” He promised as he started preparing your hot chocolate, the shy smile on his face matching yours.
Initially, you wanted to get a date only for your best friend but it seemed that you got yourself one as well.
