May 25, 2022
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Clowns
Next Time
Genre: Fantasy, slight angst, romance Pairings: JB x Reader Word Count: 545 Summary: You knew you would see each other again, but why did this feel like your last goodbye?
You wrapped your arms around Jaebum’s neck, arms loosely hanging over his shoulders. You hated this, knowing he had to go. But it was for his safety. You knew that if he stayed, things would only get worse and you couldn't promise that he would stay safe.
Your lips pressed against his neck, delivering gentle and loving kisses against the soft flesh. The scent of Jaebum filled your nose, musky and earthy, like lavender and sandalwood. It was a scent you had grown to love for so long now. His head tilted slightly and a soft, content sigh left his slightly parted lips. A comforting gesture, filled with love and affection. Your nose pressed against his neck as you stood there behind him, your torso pressing into the back of the chair that Jaebum was slumped against. His hands were clenched tightly into fists and he was tense, despite having your kisses to calm him.
“I don’t want you to go,” you whispered, head lifting and lips grazing his ear.
“I don’t think we have a choice anymore,” Jaebum grumbled out, a heavy sigh leaving him right after. Your arms tightened around him, hugging him tightly as you tried your hardest to memorize the feel of him against you. “If only-”
“Don’t.” You interrupted him. “We can’t change what is going on,” you told him gently. “We just have to go with it, do what we have to do and know in the future we can be together.” Your words seem to strike a chord with him as he relaxed against you. “We have to be strong.” He nodded and tilted his head back, resting it against your shoulder as he stared up at you.
“Don’t forget me,” he whispered.
“I could never forget you.” you chuckled and leaned down, pecking his lips lightly. “I love you too much.” Your eyes locked with his and he smiled. Reaching up, his hand ran through your hair gently before cupping the back of your head and pulling you back down, your lips meeting in another kiss. It almost felt desperate as you both poured the love and affection you felt for each other. It was breathtaking and shook you to the core that you could feel your knees buckling with each passing moment.
Pulling away from the kiss, you closed your eyes for a moment as you gathered yourself. Stepping away from him, you opened your eyes and watched as he finally stood and moved around the chair, facing you. He drew you into a hug, his strong arms holding you tightly and reminding you how safe you always felt in them, and how lonely you were going to feel not being able to be wrapped up in them.
“I love you,” he whispered and pressed a kiss against your head. You whined gently and pressed your face against his chest harder, pressing against him one last time before pulling back. Looking up at him, you gave a weak smile.
“I love you too.” He leaned forward and you shared one last kiss before he was pulling back from you. It was time for him to go. You watched as he walked through the portal and you couldn’t help but wonder when you would see each other.
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[6:30pm] Rain pounds against the window, but the sound of Jaebum’s soft singing fills your ears. You’re no longer scared of the silly storm, with him around it seems small.
———-Models are QUAKING———
GOT7- Paradise
Eyes On You world tour NYC
My Dream Knight, Part 3
Preview:
“What do you think you’re doing? Where’s my device.” Jaebum demanded for an answer with no further questions from her.
“I’m not here to give it back. I’m here to expose.” She says boldly drawing her face closer to his before leaning back and resting. “But before I do, there’s a way to stop me.
She’s teasing him enjoying the moment she has with him under her control. I watched as Jaebum stands there for a moment considering her thoughts. “Go ahead expose.
Part 1 Part 2
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So yes, I was hallucinating and fell flat on the bathroom floor. Dirty much? I couldn’t help it. The next morning, I had woken up with loud banging of pots and pans. Sieun was hovered over me with a mint leaf and an innocent giggle. “She’s awake guys. No need to make a call.”
“That’s right,” I groaned turning to my side after shoving her off. “Don’t make a call, please. If my parents found out, I’ll be dead.”
Hwanseol walks up and hands me a cup of warm water. “That’s the fourth time this month. I won’t even complain about you not cooking anymore... but you’re not cooking anymore!” She complains about my sickness, and I shot her a glare. “We miss your food, that too, but everyone is taking part of your job-- and it’s not good.” Hwanseol leans in to give me sympathy before whispering about the bad cooking.
Slowly getting up, I reached for the water before apologizing. “I know, and I’m sorry.” I took a sip of the warm water and gave it back before heading to my room to change.
We all walked over to the entertainment building and had to check in for the morning and practice our vocal lessons for the hour. Ms. Park walks on over to me and placed a hand on my forehead. “You don’t look too good. Should we take you for a check up?” I shook my head and insisted that I was fine. She looks at me for a moment and nods, “If you feel worse within the next hour, you’re going to need a check up.” I nodded assuring her that I understood.
“Can I take a break?” I asked. Ms. Park glances at my situation and with sympathy she nods. “Be quick.”
I quickly ran towards the door with all the strength that I had and opened it to leave. As I closed the door quietly and swiftly, I had turned to bump into Dowoon. “Rainie?”
“I’m sorry,” I quickly apologized and ran towards the bathroom without much saying. As soon as I got inside, my throat hurled and I had vomited all the water I had left in my system. The feeling was icky and the smell reeked of nothing but bad breath. I spent at least five minutes cleaning the smell before washing my hands and walking out.
“Are you okay?” Dowoon immediately straightens himself as soon as he sees me walk out the door with a faint pale face. “You’re still here?” I asked wiping my mouth. He stuttered, “Ye-yeah. I mean, I heard you… in there.” He pointed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to sit and listen.” He added again to his defense when I frowned a bit.
Trying to let out a soft chuckle, I shook my head. “It was nothing.” I lied as sweat began to form and drip down my hairline. He looks at me unsure, “Are you sure? Your pale face says otherwise.” I still nodded and assured him before excusing myself that I was busy. I didn’t want to get caught horsing around, nor do I want to be caught up with him. He’s planning to debut soon, I just don’t think being close with him is a great idea with all the contracts floating around. I’d be put in great trouble.
Dowoon looks at me for a moment before sighing at my condition. “Hey, just so you know, you’re not alone. All new trainees suffer like this the first year. Most of them fail to keep up and drop out. Some of them withheld it and continue. Very little make it to the point of debuting.”
I tried to put on a smile. “Thanks for the tip.”
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“Isn’t the answer to problem number 6 is 4?” Sieun hands over her notebook to me and I glance at it. I yawned,“I guess? I didn’t do it yet.” We were walking back to the entertainment after the long day of school at Apgujeong.
“It’s 7.” Hwanseol points out Sieun’s mistake and lets out a laugh.
As soon as we walked inside the entertainment, Ms. Kim calls my name as if she had been waiting. “Rainie Lin.”
“Yes?”
“Come with me to floor 3.” She ordered and hands her clipboard to the front desk. I followed quietly with a fast pace trying to catch up to her although I had no energy left in me. “Have you been well?” She asks looking behind her shoulder. “Y-yes.” I replied lowering my head.
We take the elevator upstairs and silence covered the small space. It dings and the doors open. Before us stood all of the DAY6 members that were to debut. They paved the way for us, and Ms. Kim sends a glare at Dowoon who quickly lowered his head out of respect. He bit his lip before slowly walking into the elevator with the other boys. I didn’t think much of afterwards as we walked past all the meeting rooms and production rooms to the very back of the floor. “I’ve heard some complaints about your well-being. I wanted to make sure you’re alright, please wait here. The infirmary doctor will be here soon.”
“Hwanseol.” I muttered with disappointment and bit my lip. “No, not the girls. I’m sure they’re great for hiding your sickness, but you must report to us or the doctors if you’re not feeling well.”
Not the girls?
I lowered my head, “Noted.” Ms. Kim sighs and folded her arms, “I know I’m probably speaking out of terms, but as a warning and to keep you out of trouble-- and to remind you again-- I hope you do know not to mess with the upper hands of this entertainment.”
I gulped and nodded.
“For the sake of theirs and yours. So lay low and try not to distract too much attention. It will not do you good to be caught up in a scandal and it will not do them good. Understood?” She asks fixing her hair as she turns to look at herself in the mirror. “Yes, I understand.” “Good. Mr. Jeong will be here to check you up in a minute. Meet us in the basement when you’re done. -Oh, and also, the next warning may not be so kind.” Ms. Kim finishes and leaves the room closing the door.
I stood there with my head lowered until I heard the elevator door closed. I had not guts to look at her in the face being the frightened person I am of her. Exhaling with a big relief, I sat down on the bed. Who in the world told her about my sickness?
“Rainie Lin?” He asks looking at my profile after walking in. He inhaled deeply and set my profile aside. “I’m going to be asking you a few questions and I just want an answer, for now. If I find anything wrong, I will further my testing.”
“Okay.”
He clasped his hands together and place them in front of his belly. “Have you ever had headaches the past couple weeks?” I nodded.
Mr. Jeong fixes his glasses and sniffs a little. “Diarrhea?” I nodded again. “Yes.” “And fatigue?” He fixes his glasses and sniffs before noting everything down on my profile clipped on his clipboard. I nodded.
He glances back at me and examines the written words on his notepad. “Your body’s metabolism is slowing. This can also cause food cravings and overeating leading to excess fat. I suggest you to be careful with your surroundings, especially with dumbbells. By the looks of it, you’re very fragile at the moment, so don’t go lifting heavy things.”
Dr. Jeong sets his notepad down. “I won’t run any tests. I will prescribe you some medicine and vitamin, but those won’t be received until later on the month. When they’re ready, you’ll pick them up here. I do also suggest to start gaining more and discard the diet for a couple of days before slowing hopping back in.”
“Okay.” He ripped out his piece of notepad and hand me the prescribed the medicine and vitamins before heading out.
I stuffed the note in my back pocket and fixed my school outfit before heading out.
“So as out last meeting had ended, we’ve agreed to show the more innocent and cheerful side of GOT7 in being supportive… in a way.”
Hm? A familiar voice spoke from one of the rooms I had passed by drawing my attention. I peeped inside through the door crack and listened. The GOT7 members and Park Jinyoung sat around in a circle with some of the entertainment’s producers and managers. Some were flipping through pages of what seemed like the plans for their next album.
“I’ve composed the song lyrics that could possibly be the next title track. We also have three other tracks for the mini album planned.” Jinyoung pulls out three other packets of song lyrics from his folders. He shows the members the meaning behind the songs and it’s flow with the album.
“I also think that we may need to add two more tracks into the next album. Having four total tracks is just not enough and too little for promotion.” Jinyoung adds before writing something down on the whiteboard. “Jam Factory and Sam People are willing to write songs for this album and help compose, but this will need a little bit of collaboration. For this, I will have JB work with Jam Factory. I think the both of you have the same feel about this album and have compatibility in making music.” He writes down JB’s name onto the board before continuing. “I want Mark and Jackson to collab with Sam People for the other song in rap making as well. I think you two are ready to start the creative flow.”
A brush of hands swept my hair, and I immediately turn to look at who caught me with a screech of his name. “Dowoon!” “Shh!” He quickly places a finger on his lips and tells me to keep quiet.
“What are you doing?” He asks. Acting innocent, I stand up and brushed myself. “Nothing, I just happened to drop by.” I lied clearing my throat.
He looks at me and frowns, “I thought you were here for a check up?” “I already did- hey, how did you know- you didn’t have to complain about my health!” My voice raises as I point a finger at him.
There was a sudden silence inside the room and I squat back down to hide. “Is there something?” Park Jinyoung looks over to Dowoon at the doorway as Dowoon widened his eyes. He froze in position and stuttered, “Ah, so-sorry for interrupting. I dropped my handkerchief behind and came looking for it.”
I saw his eyes widen and point to where it was. “I left it here.” Dowoon pushed open the door and left me uncovered as he walked over to grab it.
Mark’s eyes instantly met mine and his eyes widened drastically. He tried withholding his laughter and looked away as if he hadn’t seen me. Jackson who was sitting next to him instantly looked over to me after catching Mark’s reddening face and immediately his eyes popped out. “Uhhhhhhhh.”
Junior looked on over at me and nearly hissed before nudging his head for me to run out of here. But being the nervous person I am at the moment, I shook my head and huddled tightly on the floor. When he notices that I wasn’t moving, he quickly nudges Jackson. “Ahem, Jackson, focus.” Jackson finally was able to close his mouth and clear his throat, “Ah, yes.”
Dowoon turns around and notices that he’s left me exposed when he had opened the door. He immediately rushes over and stands before me hiding me behind him. As he faces Jinyoung and the rest of the members he quickly bows with a rush to leave, but as he bows, JB looks over and realizes that I’m ducking behind Dowoon trying to hide. “Uh,” His pen comes forward to point out that I was hiding there.
“Is there something you wanted to add?” Park Jinyoung then asked looking back at JB. His eyes shot back to Park Jinyoung and clears his throat. “Uh- ahem!” JB coughs and drops his pen. “Ahem! Yes. Ahem! I had thought the idea to be brilliant. I think the plan is great. When do we meet up with them?”
The conversation continues, as Dowoon quickly closed the door shut. As soon as the door shuts, he squats down beside me in sweat. “That was close.” He chuckled, but I shivered as I wiped my sweat before leaning my head back on the wall, “I was seen! You’ve exposed me twice already!”
He shushes me quickly covering my mouth with his palm before grinning. He grits his teeth and his other hands pats my head, “I”ll make up for it.”
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I love that GOT7 sees everyone freaking out, apologizing for them not making first place on MCountdown and immediately they reassure fans that everything is fine and it’s not that big of a disappointment. Like....that’s the thing about all of this.
Like, I’m not disappointed that the first place went to another group. I did my part, and the boys did theirs. Like I said in the tags a few posts ago, these boys could come in 50th place or whatever and I would still be out here, screaming my heart out about how much I adore and cherish and love and treasure this group. Music isn’t about accolades and pretty, shiny video views. It’s about soul, it’s about heart, it’s about finding something that speaks to the soul within and touches your heart. That sound, artist or group may not ever see a chart position or even 5 million views on YouTube, but that’s not the point. The point is that the artist moves you so much, connects so deeply, touches parts of you you weren’t even sure existed that you smile when you see that artist or you can’t help but move when songs play.
That is GOT7 to me. I don’t give a shit if they meet or break any records. 7 for 7 is an album that we all can be proud of. Not only was a majority of this album written and produced by members but it was fucking phenomenal. It was their opportunity to open up and show us a side of GOT7 we haven’t seen and hear their distinct voice and how it’s grown over the last few months.
For all of that, let’s not be the rain clouds at our own parade. We still have so much to celebrate, including this album. GOT7 deserves all the love and the smiles and the warmth we can offer. And that’s exactly what I’m giving them because to me, they’re always 1st place and to me they will always be the best, most intriguing, craziest, most fun, most talented KPOP group out there.