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[mochifics]

hello followers or those who are reading it!! i know it’s been a while since i updated (i had to go back to work and it’s been hectic), but i plan on writing the next chapter little by little throughout the week <3 

[mochifics]

❝  something special  ❞  |  two.

•  pairing:  im jaebeom x reader. •  genre:  romance, really slow burn, fluff. •  word count:  3.5k. •  summary:  it’s 2018, and got7′s hard carry 2 has begun filming. the company assigned you to tend to the two eldest members in the group all throughout the season, and you didn’t realize that being around them would be so... difficult.

author’s note:  when i say that this is going to be a reaaaaally slow burn, i meant it LOL. anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter! if you’d like a reference for how the ride was like you can click here and ride it yourself! happy reading <3

table of contents:  prologue.  |  one.  

“So, how do I look?”

After mindlessly waiting by the public bathroom (while snacking on popcorn from a Mickey-shaped container hanging around your neck), you were greeted by Jaebeom. He was dressed in his gift shop attire—a classic, grey Disneyland sweatshirt paired with patterned black joggers. Even with the brim of his Mickey embroidered bucket hat hovered over his eyes, it didn’t take away from his confident smile.

“I think it’s nice,” you answered politely, while awkwardly pulling a thumbs up.

It caused him to laugh, and your cheeks warmed up instantly. “It’s not too loud?” He followed up before walking behind you. You were a bit taken aback by his actions, but still allowed for him to shove the uniform he previously wore into your backpack. “You should’ve seen what Mark bought. It’s definitely… a lot to take in.”

Timing couldn’t have been any better, because Mark walked out right after. You were sure Jaebeom was exaggerating to get a reaction, but he was… not wrong. His matching set of Disney characters in bright colors could make him easy to spot, even pitch-black darkness.

“What is this, Fashion Week?” Jaebeom teased the older member, snickering quietly to himself. You were doing your best not to laugh yourself, so you continued to stuff a handful of popcorn into your mouth while you watched their interaction.

“Hey, it was on sale!” Mark protested with a small frown, though joined in on the laughter after. He made his way towards you before putting his old clothes into the backpack as well. “It doesn’t look that bad, right intern?”

“Huh?” you mumbled with your mouth still obviously full. You took a moment to quickly clear your mouth before answering. “No, it looks good, Mr. Tuan.”

“Ah, you’re just being too nice,” Jaebeom playfully rolled his eyes, his hands comfortably settled in his pants’ pockets. “You know, you don’t have to be so formal with us anymore. The cameras are done rolling, it’s just us three.”

“I’m being serious!” you reassured, a small yet panicked smile evident on your lips. You weren’t sure if his words were genuine or some sort of a test—so you decided to stay cautious and play it safe for the time being. After all, you were still technically working for them.

“Alright, alright, let’s stop picking on the intern,” Mark interjected kindly once the laughter’s died down a bit. He managed to already grab the masks that were in the front pouch of your backpack too, so he handed one over to Jaebeom before wearing his own. “Let’s go, we don’t know how long the line’s going to be.”

Disneyland at night had a completely different atmosphere. The concrete pathways were only illuminated by street lights and nearby signs, but having all the brightness also oddly felt… calming. The summer night breeze was comforting too, and the crowds have died down since the morning. You, Jaebeom and Mark began the trek towards the ride that they agreed to go onto, which was located in an area called Mystic Point.

“Are you sure this is the scariest ride here?” Jaebeom asked Mark, who were both walking on each of your sides. No matter how many times you tried to walk a little slower until you were fully behind them to give them space, they always managed to bring you back to them again. According to Mark it felt like they were being stalked, and it felt more comfortable to have you next to them instead.

Mark still had his eyes on his phone’s screen, using his thumb scroll through the article he found on the ‘scariest ride in Hong Kong’s Disneyland’. “That’s what it says,” he shrugged in response. “Apparently it’s like some type of haunted ride.”

“Haunted?” Jaebeom repeated, sounding a little shocked. “Isn’t Disneyland supposed to be for children? Why would they make a ride that’s scary?”

“I don’t know, ask Walt Disney,” Mark retorted as he reached back to give Jaebeom a nudge, causing your eyes to slightly widen. You didn’t think he would do something like that with you there, but you tried your best to refrain from laughing.

There was just something about this whole predicament that felt weird—you felt like you couldn’t be too casual, but you couldn’t be too formal either.

Thankfully Jaebeom responded with a lighthearted laugh.

Silence littered the air for a few minutes, and it wasn’t uncomfortable. You all just wanted to get to the ride as quickly as possible, so that you’re given plenty of time to get on the bus without the rush. Mark had his eyes on the map, Jaebeom was humming to a song, while you were just trying your best to keep up despite your exhaustion.

The walk uphill was a challenge. You didn’t imagine spending the entire day walking so much, but you figured it was a good workout anyway.

Upon finally arriving at the destination, the three of you were left in awe by the sight of the Manor displayed before you. It was this tall, Victorian-looking home illuminated in a cosmic blue light, and it vaguely reminded you of the Haunted Mansion in the other Disney parks.

“Wow,” you heard both Mark and Jaebeom say in unison, clearly enamored by it.

“Do you want me to hold anything for you while you two are on the ride?” you asked, despite having to ruin their small moment. You wanted them to enjoy their free time, but there was still a schedule you needed to follow.

They only responded with a strange expression—almost as if they were confused as to why you had asked something like that in the first place. “What do you mean?” Mark was the first to say something, “You’re coming with us.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, who else would we be talking to?” Jaebeom joked, giving you a light nudge on the arm. The contact alone was enough to make you feel shy for whatever reason, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t resist his charm. “You’ve been watching us do things all day, and you haven’t been on a single ride. Come with us.”

“But I really don’t want to come between your free time… I’m fine, seriously! There’s a bench over there that I can sit in and—” your words didn’t seem to matter to them, because before you knew it, you were being gently dragged inside. One of their arms was linked with yours on each side, and they began to walk up the stairs without giving you a heads up.

And you didn’t fight it. Because deep down, you wanted to come along anyway.

There wasn’t much wait time. Which was surprising, considering the crowd the members drew in earlier today. The line was moving fairly fast for a popular ride, and the surroundings made waiting easier and more entertaining. Inside the manor was a well-lit hallway that slightly resembled an underground railroad, matched with green paneled walls and stone flooring. Various photos in golden frames hung together, each with portraits of important marks of history.

“I feel like I’m in a museum,” Mark remarked as the three of you were asked to step in a room with the crowd that was in the queue with you. It was a closed space with brown and golden walls, and a screen placed in front for everyone to see.

The room turned pitch black before anyone could say anything. The screen began to play a video in black and white, which was similar to how those old-timey films were decades ago.

Hello! Could you hear me out there, from the back of the projection room? Oh! Welcome…

You felt a hand wrap around yours, and you froze. It was as if all of the air had been sucked out of you and you found it hard to breathe, because when you turned to see who’d grabbed onto you so suddenly, you could only see Jaebeom’s profile illuminated by the screen’s light. He wore a small, yet genuine smile as his eyes watched the movie projected on the screen. His lips moved and you assumed he was making small commentary of what he was experiencing, but you were too in your head to really decipher what he was saying.

Why does it feel like your heart’s about to jump out of your chest?

It felt like you just faced the hardest three minutes of your life. You tried your hardest to focus on the screen along with the talking monkey animatronic in the bell hopper uniform, and thankfully, it was over before you knew it. Jaebeom’s hand released from yours once the lights turned on, and you caught your breath. Blood continued to pump loudly in your ears while your head stirred, you let Mark and Jaebeom go ahead when the doors finally opened without them noticing.

After weaving through another set of brick pathways and metal fencing, the three of you finally arrived at the actual ride. You were quietly waiting for the green vehicle to park where the three of you stood so you could get in, mainly because you still couldn’t process what happened in that projector room.

Did anyone else see? Should you have just bit the bullet and let go?

“Hey intern,” you heard Mark call, which snapped you out of your trance. You looked, only to see that he and Jaebeom were already settling into the front row of the vehicle. “Don’t back out on us now, we’re already here.”

Hearing that made you relax a bit. “Sorry!” you apologized softly with a bow, then sliding into the back row alone. You pulled the lap bar in front of you and waited for the employee to make sure its in place, your eyes wandering everywhere else but Jaebeom direction.

“That room was kind of scary, wasn’t it?” Jaebeom asked Mark while the employee checked your vehicle’s lap bars. The sound of his chuckle was loud enough for you to hear. “I didn’t know it was going to be dark like that. Sorry if I squeezed your hand too hard.”

“What do you mean?” Mark answered. “I had my hands in my pockets the whole time.”

“What?” Jaebeom said in disbelief. “I could’ve sworn I was holding onto someone’s hand… If it wasn’t you, then who could it…”

Then, he figured it out.

For what was classified as a ‘haunted ride’ it was very… family friendly. In fact, it wasn’t scary at all. The ride basically gave you a tour around the infamous manor, and you watched it come to life. Inanimate objects singing and moving back and forth, dancing tiki statues in a room with lava, the bell hopper monkey getting into different predicaments from time to time—it was still a good ride, nevertheless. You liked it better than the Haunted Mansion back in the American Disney parks, and if you could ride it again, you definitely would.

Though no matter how immersive it felt, it was hard to really enjoy the ride when your mind was riddled with pointless thoughts. They were mainly about the boy who sat right in front of you, and you wondered why it had such a toll on you out of nowhere.

“Can I be honest?” Jaebeom spoke up as the three of you exited the manor. “That ride wasn’t scary at all. It was nice, though. I liked it.”

“Right?” Mark agreed. “I thought the same thing… it was still fun though. What about you, intern? Did you have fun?”

“I thought it was fun,” you answered with a smile. “That part in the end was probably my favorite. I felt like it was raining magic.”

Your words caused for the two to chuckle.

“Where should we go next?” Jaebeom wondered, glancing around the area. The night was coming to an end, and it was almost time to leave. “We probably have time for one more thing before we have to go back.”

Mark was attentively on his phone, as it looked like he was talking to someone through text. You and Jaebeom looked at him expectantly, waiting for some sort of guidance because he was the one who’s been leading you three to begin with.

“Uh…” Mark began, still keeping his eyes on the screen. “Jackson, BamBam and Yugyeom are actually at Tomorrow Land right now, they’re asking if we want to join them in line for Space Mountain. If we run, we might be able to catch them.”

“That sounds fun,” you encouraged. “You should go, it’s a good ride. It’s like the roller coaster you rode on with everyone else, but inside.” Maybe this way, you could go back on the bus early and take that nap you’ve been dreaming of.

Silence simmered between everyone for a moment, since the decision was ultimately up to Jaebeom. You were confident that in the end he would join the others though, considering the fact that he wanted to ride a thrill-seeking ride to begin with.

But boy, you were wrong.

“You can go, Mark. I’m kind of tired.”

Just when you thought things couldn’t get more awkward between you and Jaebeom, here you were. The two of you were standing idly on the side of the pathway, glancing at each other from time to time like you’re waiting for someone to say something… anything. You didn’t imagine you’d be stuck with him for the remainder of the evening, but you promised management you’d them back on the bus safely and on time.

“Are you hungry, Mr. Im?” the words were finally coaxed out of you, though, it was more of a way to break the awkward silence. Your grip on your popcorn container was a little stronger than usual, as your knuckles turned pale.

“I kind of am, actually,” he responded with that warm smile, softly patting his stomach. The answer was just enough to have you quietly sigh in relief. “Let’s go look for a stand that sells those churros. I saw someone eating one on our way over here, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it afterwards.”

You and Jaebeom then went on a small quest to look for a nearby churro stand. You two were directing each other with really no sense of where everything really was (all because Mark was the one who knew where to go), but you were making it work. Besides, with the map not having special points for churro stands, the two of you had to rely on memory. And even then, it was a challenge.

It took you two a while, but the mission was completed. Jaebeom secured his two churros, and you got a refill on your popcorn by a stand located in Main Street. The two of you decided to sit in a nearby bench, which was the best call on Jaebeom’s part, considering the fact that you were beginning to lose feeling on your feet. It didn’t really hit how exhausted you were until the moment you took a seat let your legs rest.

At least your surroundings were nice. Main Street always looked beautiful at night, with its stores perfectly illuminating the streets. Not too far away too, you had the perfect view of the castle. If you waited long enough, this would be the perfect spot to watch the fireworks show.

“Listen… About what happened in that projector room…” Jaebeom brought up amidst the silence, clearing his throat.

That alone already made you tense up, because you weren’t sure what was going to happen. “It’s fine! You didn’t know it was me, and I totally understand Mr. Im.”

He made a face after, one that’s filled with concern. “Are you sure it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable? Because I just grabbed your hand out of nowhere, and it was really stupid of me to not check who it was before… holding it for so long.”

Hearing him say it that way caused for your cheeks to burn. It suddenly brought you back, remembering the way his hand felt around yours. How you it made your heart stop for a second for whatever reason, and looking at him made it all the more overwhelming.

You tried to snap out of it multiple times though, and you responded kindly with a soft smile. “Trust me, it’s fine. Anyone would’ve been lucky to hold hands with GOT7’s very own Im Jaebeom. Even if it was on accident.”

The two of you spent the remaining time you had comfortably. You continued to stay stationed in that bench, sharing a conversation that mainly involved Jaebeom asking questions to get to know you better. Where you were from, how you got the job, your interests, some of your favorites, etcetera. You didn’t realize how kind and genuine he was until now, because he really paid attention to what you had to say. It was nice.

“Okay, be honest with me,” His body sank lower onto the bench, hands properly folded over his lap after throwing away his leftover churro wrappers. His eyes were intently staring at the starry sky, though his attention was on you. “What did you think about us before meeting us? And I’ll know when you’re lying, so answer truthfully.”

“Um…” you took some time to really think about the answer, because you could say something that may potentially offend him. Fingertips drumming against the plastic popcorn container, you pressed your lips in thought. “To be honest, I thought you all were going to be intimidating. I mean, no offense, it’s just that I don’t know any of you personally. So, I assumed you all weren’t going to like me from the start.”

“Intimidating? Really? None of us look intimidating—maybe Mark or Jinyoung might be an exception, but the rest of us… we’re like the total opposite,” he laughed. “Besides, we like you already. Jackson’s been talking about inviting you to our outings when we’re not shooting.”

“I didn’t know I became the eighth member of GOT7,” you quipped, which made you softly giggle. Your eyes were on the stars too, while your arms tightly clung onto the popcorn container. “I can’t sing, dance, or rap, so I might just be in the back doing nothing.”

“No… you’ll definitely be our visual,” he said with a satisfied nod. “It only makes sense.”

Your eyes rolled playfully as a ‘tsk’ sound left your tongue. “You’re joking.”

“I’m serious,” he fought back with a grin. “Your face is nice to look at.”

The fireworks show happened not too long after. It was as if timing couldn’t have done any better, because they did an amazing job in masking the way your heart pounded. You let out a deep sigh when Jaebeom’s attention fell onto the colorful patterns lighting the night sky. So, you decided to sit back and watch quietly too.

You didn’t know how, but the two of you have gotten closer throughout the show. Up to the point where your shoulders softly met, but neither of you decided to say a word or pull back. Instead, you enjoyed each other’s comfort as the fireworks were displayed above the tower, even if it was for a little while.

Youngjae and Jinyoung were the first to arrive at the bus. You and Jaebeom spotted their heads leaning against the window, which had you two laughing. Jaebeom tried to wave right in front of them for their attention, but they were far too out of it to even notice. Which was understandable, considering the fact that they did have a long day today.

BamBam, Yugyeom, Jackson and Mark arrived not too long after. They were all happily walking towards you two, all carrying bags with souvenirs, mouths yapping on and on about what they did. You also wanted to make sure all seven of the members were in the bus before going inside yourself, so you patiently waited on the side of the door.

“Man, that ride was…” BamBam began as he made his way into the entrance of the vehicle, “EASYYYYY!” he was joined at the last word by Yugyeom after. You laughed, louder than intended, and they all joined in with you.

“Was it better than the roller coaster we went on?” Jaebeom asked as he stood right across from you, the members all hopping in between your bodies.

“The outdoor one was better, it had more surprises,” Jackson was the one to answer, as he was the last (aside from Jaebeom) to hop on. He briefly looked at you with a friendly smile, giving your shoulder a small pat before entering. Jaebeom then soon followed. “What about you? How was it when Mark left?”

“It was nice,” he took a moment to glance back at you, then looking back ahead to sit with the rest of the members. “It felt like a date.”

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[mochifics]

❝  something special  ❞  |  one.

•  pairing:  im jaebeom x reader. •  genre:  romance, really slow burn, fluff. •  word count:  2.5k. •  summary:  it’s 2018, and got7′s hard carry 2 has begun filming. the company assigned you to tend to the two eldest members in the group all throughout the season, and you didn’t realize that being around them would be so... difficult.

author’s note:  another chapter?? with a new look?? u bet!! this chapter kinda coincides with the first episode of hard carry 2, in case you feel like watching that first (or after) reading the chapter. (-: i have so much muse for this, so i plan on updating it pretty often so sorry if it’s a lil short. <3

It was raining.

Your eyes continued to admire the gloomy clouds scattered across the morning sky as the crimson cable car worked its way up a steep incline. The cameras were currently rolling as the members were on their way to their first photo mission stop in one of Hong Kong’s famous landmarks.

Heavy eyelids slowly fluttering shut, they abruptly open again upon hearing Yugyeom and BamBam belt out to what seemed like their own rendition of a song about roller coasters. The rest of the members were amazed by how high the cable car was going too, which caused you to laugh quietly to yourself in your seat. 

Things were going okay so far. Aside from the sudden rain, everything was still right on schedule, and the members seemed to be having a good time despite the weather.

Letting the plastic hood of your rain poncho hover over your eyes, you allowed yourself to relax again. But before you know it, you felt a soft nudge on your knee, causing your eyes to open once more and shift to the source. It was Jaebeom, who you almost forgot was sitting by himself on the long seat right across from yours. 

“Are you having fun?” he asked you warmly, which was more than enough to catch you off guard. What happened at the hotel was still engraved in your mind, and even the slightest remembrance of the mishap made your skin crawl in embarrassment. 

Nodding your head, you reciprocated his smile, even if you were feeling something completely different. “I am. Are you?”

“You sure? You’ve been looking like you’d rather be somewhere else,” he quipped in return. 

Hearing that had you rolling your eyes playfully, your hand hovered over your mouth to refrain from loud laughter. “Mr. Im, were you watching me?” But before he could say anything, the cable car came to a full stop. With the cameras off, the production crew announced for the members to step out, so Jaebeom only glanced at you and shrugged his shoulders as a response, a sly grin eminent across his lips. 

And with that, he was out of your sight.

After a small trek through escalators in glass enclosures, you finally arrived at the top of Victoria’s Peak. The weather’s finally decided to clear up at this time—skies were still riddled with gray clouds, but at least the heavy downpour’s stopped. You take a deep breath to admire the fresh air, allowing for the cool breeze to trickle your skin. 

“No, we can’t take the photo here—we have to do it down there,” you heard Jackson tell the members gathered up in a small area from afar. You quickened your pace to catch up to the platform that everyone was settled in, fixing the straps of the emergency backpack you were assigned to carry around.

Though before you could even stand still for one second, they were on the move again. “Isn’t it right here?” you heard Mark call out as his figure made its way down another pair of steps before the others followed suit. The camera crew quickly shuffled to catch up to where the members were standing. 

They didn’t exactly need you while they were taking photos, so you decided to wander off on your own for the time being. There was a fairly empty section not too far away, so you walked over to the area and stay there for a bit. Your palms rest on the cool metallic raining as you take the time to admire the view of the city before you. It was gorgeous. Even with the air littered with a light fog, you were able to bask in the scenery’s beauty. You then reached into your bag to grab your Polaroid camera to take a souvenir photo of the view.

Aligning the camera perfectly to your eye, you pressed the button. The camera’s light flashed and the photo printed soon after, and you take it between your fingers and shake it. 

“Need some help, intern?”

The words startled you for a moment, but you were able to regain your composure quickly. Turning around, your gaze met with Mark’s, who was standing right behind you, hands coolly tucked into the pockets of his coffee-colored slacks. Immediately you respond with a “no, I’m okay, thank you!” while waving your empty hand to emphasize your words. “Aren’t you supposed to be with everyone else?”

“We finished the mission, so everyone’s just taking pictures of each other,” he reassured with a half-grin. “But seriously, let me take a picture of you. Here,” both of his hands reached out to you, insinuating that he didn’t mind providing the extra help. 

It was one of those weird situations where both outcomes could be very good, or very bad. You didn’t want to be a bother by having Mark go out of his way to do something, but at the same time, you were afraid to hurt his feelings by constantly declining. So, you bit the bullet and handed him the camera.

With a satisfied smile against his lips, he began to take a few steps back to find the perfect distance for the view. Bringing the camera up to his face, he gave you a thumbs up, signaling that he was ready to snap the photo whenever you were. 

You didn’t want to showcase the flustered feeling taking over your entire body, so, you decided to try to act as relaxed as possible. You quickly remove the hood that was covering your head and quickly fix your hair before posing with a smile. Mark took it as a cue to slowly countdown, snapping the photo afterwards.

“I think you blinked,” Mark frowned as he took the newly printed photo, before giving it a shake. “Let’s take another one just in case.”

You wanted to protest, so badly, but didn’t have the heart to speak up and potentially cause unnecessary conflict. Then get fired for it. So, you murmured a quiet “okay” before leaning back against the glass barrier and posing again.

The camera flashed one more time, and Mark removed the second printed photo before shaking it. “Do they look okay?” you asked as you approached him. “Ha. I was right, you did blink in the first one,” he let out a laugh and showed you the final product.

You immediately groan at how bad you looked upon snatching both photos from his grip. The second one however, surprisingly was nice. It caught the view of the city perfectly, and you looked happy to be there. “Oh god, I’m just going to throw this one away—”

“Wait!” he interjected before you could even take one step forward, hovering over you from behind to quickly steal the photo again. “…I’ll keep it. It’s a waste.”

Failing to take it back, he was already being called by the other members to join them. The cameras were about to roll again as they prepare for their next stop, so Mark only looked back at you with a smile and waved goodbye, then running over to join the rest of his friends. 

And you couldn’t help but wonder over and over, why?

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The trip to the next few mission stops were a blur. 

Shooting turned chaotic when the group reached the heart of the city for the second, third, and fourth stop. From the midlevel outdoor escalator to the infamous clock tower in In Harbor City, the crew wanted to film everything quickly to avoid drawing in a big crowd.

In some instances, it was too late. You spent most of the time out becoming this literal human shield—arms spread across as wide as you could while you kept up with the pace of both the crew and the members walking through the city. 

You didn’t think you were going to have to play security for a bit and act as a blockage that allowed space for the members to safely film without being bombarded by the fans. At times you even had to give a friendly push for the ones who eagerly insisted to get closer pictures of the group, and despite earning malicious glares from them, you did what you had to do. 

“Welcome to Disneyland!” Jackson’s cheery greeting was enough for you to snap out of your train of thought. Everyone finally arrived at the last mission spot for the day, which also happened to be your favorite. You’ve always loved visiting Disney parks. Despite you being there for work, you were still grateful for the opportunity.

“Where’s Iron Man?” BamBam added, glancing around his surroundings. You recalled that one of their tasks involved taking a photo with the famous Avenger, so everyone made their way to the area that held the Stark Expo. It was the area that held the Iron Man ride, as well as the meet and greet with Tony Stark himself. Apparently, the goal for the photo op was to have everyone pose like Iron Man, while BamBam posed like Black Panther.

After taking some time to navigate around the amusement park and Jackson asking many employees nearby for directions to their needed stop, everyone finally reached Stark Expo. An employee was there in the front to help accommodate GOT7 inside, giving them the perk to cut in line and instantly hop onto the ride.

“Do you want to come ride with us, intern? There’s room in there for you,” Jinyoung asked you as they waited for the camera crew to set up, arms folded across his chest. He always looked so chic, even in the most normal setting. 

“Yeah, join us!” Youngjae chimed in before you could even answer. He slung an arm over Jinyoung’s shoulders and looked at you expectantly. “You’ve spent the entire day running around with us, we want you to have some fun too.”

“Ah... If I wasn’t working, I’d definitely tag along. But you can tell me all about it later,” you said nicely, as an attempt to lighten the mood. You were instructed by the crew to stay outside and wait with everyone else, but was touched by the invitation anyway. 

Both Jinyoung and Youngjae frowned at the response. But as they were about to say something, they were being pulled inside the building. 

“We’ll say hi to Iron Man for you!” you heard Yugyeom call out last minute with his head poking out before going in, and it made you smile.

And just like that, the afternoon flew by. 

After spending the rest of the afternoon completing photo missions in the theme park (meeting Iron Man along with Mickey and Minnie Mouse), filming the first episode of Hard Carry was drawing to an end. To end the episode nicely, Jaebeom suggested for everyone to ride the most intense roller coaster in the park.

In the end, most of the members decided to go on.

“Man... just watching it makes me dizzy already,” Youngjae commented with a laugh. You, along with Youngjae and Jinyoung were resting right by the roller coaster the other members were riding, which gave the perfect view to see them when they pass by. 

“I bet we’ll be able to hear Jackson’s scream the most,” Jinyoung snickered before taking a small sip of the water bottle you bought for him prior. He then proceeded to rest his elbows on the wooden fencing in front.

“Mr. Wang doesn’t like roller coasters?” You wondered aloud, though not expecting a response from either of them. Your eyes were busy being fixated on the view of the ride in its entirety in before you, watching the carts zoom through the rails—its speed enough to have air waft through your hair each time they pass by your area.

“You know what, I’m actually not so sure where he stands with rides,” Jinyoung answered back, which earned a laugh from both you and Youngjae. “He doesn’t mind going on them, but when it starts, he literally loses it. So, I don’t know… Maybe.”

As Youngjae opened his mouth to add another comment, all your heads turned upon hearing the screams of very familiar voices. At a distance, you could make out the rest of the members on the ride. Yugyeom holding for his life, Jaebeom and BamBam flailing their arms out, Jackson holding onto Jaebeom for his dear life, and Mark casually laughing in the back. Both Jinyoung and Youngjae were laughing hysterically at this point, and it was incredibly contagious. It was hard not to join them in on the laughter.

A few minutes have passed since the sighting of the members, and the rest of the group along with the crew were finally reunited where you and the others were previously waiting. 

“Can we please go on another ride?” You heard Yugyeom endlessly plead to their management, even when filming has already wrapped up for the evening. “Just one more! Just one more and we’ll be done, we swear!”

“Yeah, I want to go on the scariest one in the park,” Jaebeom added in hopes to help the younger’s case, his frame leaning against the railing with his hands in his pockets. 

One thing’s for sure, you could already tell it was hard to resist to their charm. Judging by the look of their manager’s face, he was already close to giving into what they wanted. Besides, they deserved the break. They’ve just finished their world tour, and needed to enjoy their time in Hong Kong before flying back to Korea tomorrow night.

You watched the group go back and forth between their manager afar for a good five minutes, awkwardly standing as you waited for someone to give you further instructions on where to be for the evening. Soon enough management agreed to their cries, and gave them two extra hours to do whatever they wanted in the park before meeting back on the bus. They all celebrated their victory with loud cheers all around.

“Intern!” you lost your train of thought as you heard someone from their management call for you. Quickly, you look up and gave them your undivided attention as they explained where you’d be going for the rest of the evening. “The members are splitting up because they all wanted to go someplace different... can you look after Mr. Im and Mr. Tuan? Just make sure that they don’t get lost and arrive at the bus safely on time. Bring them to a nearby gift shop and have them change into different clothes and wear a mask, okay? See you all in two hours.”

Even though filming has wrapped and you were technically done for the evening, declining their management would definitely make you look bad. 

So, while you preferred heading back to the bus and taking that nap you desperately needed, you agreed.

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[mochifics]

❝  something special  ❞  |  prologue.

•  pairing:  im jaebeom x reader. •  genre:  romance, really slow burn, fluff. •  word count:  717. •  summary:  it’s 2018, and got7′s hard carry 2 has begun filming. the company assigned you to tend to the two eldest members in the group all throughout the season, and you didn’t realize that be ng around them would be so... difficult.

author’s note:  i’ve been re-watching all the hard carry seasons and i thought it’d be fun to write about it!! hope you enjoy <3

“Whose idea was it to wear matching uniforms again?”

Despite your eyes glued onto the screen of your phone, your lips can’t help but crack a small smile. You were there when the decision was made, and you remembered how difficult it was to get the entire group to agree on the idea. If it wasn’t for the production crew pushing Yugyeom’s idea so much, wardrobe for today’s episode would’ve been completely different.

If it wasn’t for the two iced coffees already in your body, your eyes wouldn’t be awake right now. You were already up by 4 AM, assisting the production crew in setting up the filming site and making sure breakfast would be ready for the members by the time they were finished with hair and makeup. Right now was the only time you had in peace—standing in the hotel floor’s hallway, back resting against the wall right beside the room they were supposed to film in. Everything was running smoothly so far, thankfully, and you can finally catch a breath.

“I think we look cute!” Yugyeom immediately protested. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to wear matching uniforms with friends and go to an amusement park… I just never had the chance to do it.”

Multiple pairs of footsteps were beginning to approach your direction, and can feel your muscles tense up. You’ve only met everyone once before, and still felt intimidated by their presence.

At the end of the day, this was still your job. Through connections, you were lucky enough to land a position that allowed you to gain experience in what you wanted to do: media. While it isn’t the most ideal job (you were mostly in charge of tending to the member’s needs throughout filming rather than working under the production), you were still grateful for the experience.

“Man I’m thirsty… A bottle of water sounds so nice right now…”

Slowly looking up, you were greeted by the sight of Jackson standing in front of you. Warmth begins to radiate across your cheeks in embarrassment, instantly tucking your phone inside your jacket’s pocket. “Sorry Mr. Wang!” you apologized quickly, followed by a curt head bow. “I was occupied with something, let me go get you your water right—”

Laughter erupted on his end. “Ah, you’re so cute. I’m messing with you, intern. Just wanted to say hi to my new friend before we go on. You coming in the room with us?”

You shook your head with pressed lips. “They told me to wait here until you guys were done. Are you sure you don’t need a drink? Because I can really go down and get—”

“I’m sure, I’m sure,” he interrupted again before giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Listen I know… you’ve only been with us for like, two days but I promise you we’re all really chill. We’ll make your life super easy.”

The words were enough to provide assurance, making you relax a little. You were told before coming in that Jackson was one of the friendliest members, and it was true.

After a moment, the two of you jumped at the sudden announcement. Filming was about to begin, and it was Jackson’s cue to enter the hotel room with everybody else. So, he gives your shoulder a small pat and a quiet ‘see ‘ya later’ before going inside.

Your smile began to fade the moment Jackson stepped inside the room, letting out a deep exhale soon after. The last thing you wanted to do was, well, be terrible at your job. Pulling out your phone again to check your messages, you decided step away and grab yourself another coffee while they filmed.

But before you could even take three steps, your body clashed into another. You felt a pair of hands on each of your arms to keep you from falling over, and right when you were about to violently shake them off of you, you look up to lock eyes with the leader of the group.

“You okay, intern?” Jaebeom asked with a soft smile. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming at this point, because you know that he’s trying to bite back his laughter at this moment.

If he wasn’t so gorgeous, you wouldn’t be having such a hard time right now.

#got7 #got7 fanfic #im jaebeom #im jaebeom fanfic #jaebeom fanfic #got7 imagine #something special. #its missing got7 hours :/