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herwonderland7 · 3 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 》 The Fight

summary 》 Aera was somehow involved in a fight while helping NCT’s clan, not knowing Jaebeom would be the one she would fight too at the end of the day.

characters 》 Gae Aera, Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom, Lee Taeyong, Lee Taeyong (NCT)

warnings/author’s note 》 featuring NCT Clan!,

genre 》 fantasy, got7!as!werewolves, nct!as!werewolves

‘How long are you going to fight me, Princess? You are running out of energy,’

“The princess who is known to have a genuine heart, who is willing to fight for her own people who are in need of her help. She would do anything, that would include risking her own life. The princess would also fight anyone who would mistreat her, even her own group of wolves.”

“Will be gone again, princess. Just Jaebeom and his heat things. Mating seasons are a few days away. Even Mark, Jackson and Jinyoung are showing signs that they had to release their heats. You don’t have to worry about us, maybe you should worry about yourself more, Aera. We are aware of whatever you are doing. We have a special bond, remember? So think twice before acting, my princess.” - Bambam

“That sounded like a threat,” The White Queen commented as she saw the note that Aera was holding onto tightly - processing what Bambam had written. It’s already nearly a month since they are gone.

Aera sighed as she rubbed her face in annoyance and desperation.

She was rather annoyed than sad because she was already warned - when she finds Mark and Jinyoung in her own bedroom in the castle, in the middle of the night, causing her to be frightened seeing their shadows.

She knew it was something urgent since they don’t usually sneak into her own bedroom and she was told by betas that they would be going away where Aera wouldn’t find their scents in just a day.

It wasn’t a goodbye or anything, Mark said that Jaebeom passed a message to him for Aera to not wait for him and the others.

At first, she didn’t get why they would leave all of a sudden and she kind of gets the bits and pieces from a message that was being sent by Bambam by a letter.

The White Queen hummed as she patted her daughter’s head, as soon she was caressing her daughter’s hair.

Aera isn’t heartless enough to push away the White Queen’s presence, knowing the Queen was her mother - the one who gave birth to her.

Aera believed her, the Queen had explained to her from 0 to 100 - for all the missing pieces and Aera was clever to put things together without hearing her mother’s explanation.

They started to bond with each other - slowly but surely and the White Queen was happy since Aera gave her a chance to change.

“Mother, tell me more about mating,” Aera questioned softly as she turned her gaze towards the White Queen as she nodded slowly.

“Mating, well, we called it breeding seasons - where wolves, typically alphas, will find their mate. They would usually be active during night time as the moon appears towards them.” The Queen explained slowly as Aera nodded slowly while walking towards the cherry blossom trees that had regained their lives back.

It is a routine for the Queen and the princess to check on the cherry blossom trees. It was also a way to calm her down whenever she is stressed or filled with emotions.

“How do the alphas know they have found their mate? Like how they know that that is their mate?” Aera exclaimed slightly as she leaned against the tree, looking towards her mother’s gestures.

The White Queen turned towards Aera, her hands falling towards her cheeks with a smile. “They’ll know, Aera. So as the mate themselves, they will know at that exact moment.” The White Queen muttered as her eyes gazed onto Aera’s eyes lovingly.

“But for you, it’s going to be hard because if an alpha or any betas, deltas - even a pack, have an interest in you, they would mark you as their territory. That is different from being claimed or bred,” The White Queen explained softly as Aera made a face, kind of confused so she wanted to hear more.

“It’s complicated. I am 40% into understanding wolves love-life,” Aera muttered as she continued to have a walk with the White Queen as she giggled to hear her comments.

“All I could advise you is, you have to be careful out there. I don’t know how to say this in a nice way but, you are a candidate to being claimed and bred by other alphas,”

“What!?” Aera yelled slightly as she turned towards the White Queen, she could only tilt her head towards the young one.

“Is that why Jaebeom and the others had to be away from me? So that they won’t try to breed me?” Aera inquired while looking like she was taken aback. Her reaction earned a chuckle from the White Queen as she shakes her head slightly.

“I don’t know what their intentions are but maybe, they are trying to avoid doing things that could make you uncomfortable,” The White Queen replied simply as she went ahead to have a walk while Aera made her way slowly, thinking what her mother had just said.

Aera laughed as she heard ridiculous stories from the young boys of the NCT Clan while she was busy carrying blankets from one house to another house with the help of the NCT Clan.

She already befriended some of the pack but she was particularly fond with Jeno and Jaemin, their relationship was just a brother-sister kind of bond.

Aera could feel eyes on her whenever she showed up in NCT Clan’s village, she could hear their thoughts and most comments were about her being in Jaebeom’s pack. They would always mention Jaebeom, but she didn’t particularly care for their words.

She’s here to help, she sticks to her words, helping to regain Taeyong’s village back since he had a big pack to take care of. Now Aera knows why Jeno was being desperate the day he wanted to see Jaebeom.

His clan needed help.

“You looked troubled, Aera,” A voice called smoothly, causing Aera turned towards the voice to see Taeyong with the older ones, emerging from the woods. Aera shrugs while sighing a little.

“Just thinking about a pack of wolves that has been missing for a few weeks,” Aera muttered under her breath as she was leaning against the handles of the front steps in front of Jeno’s house.

Taeyong stood a few steps in front of her with a small smile. He knew who she belonged to, he could smell Jaebeom’s packs scent all over her body and her thoughts were filled with them.

Taeyong was honest to himself, he was attracted to Aera.

He didn’t hide it, he showed his feelings to Aera for the whole week but she would avoid his touches and sometimes she would openly reject him.

Taeyong knew all along that the princess belonged in Jaebeom's pack and to Jaebeom. He respected the princess’s choice and Jaebeom’s pack.

“Jaebeom’s pack are fine, princess. They just need a little more time,” Taeyong advised firmedly.

Aera chuckled sarcastically as she went down the steps, eyes onto the woods with a soft sigh.

Aera was about to open her mouth to continue her words when the scent filled her sense of smell - snapping her head towards Taeyong as his eyes were glowing, knowing trouble was on the way to them.

“Males, there are lots of males, Taeyong,” Aera muttered before running back towards the house to gather her iconic weapons as she ran towards the woods to find eyes glowing in the dark.

Aera knew it was going to end with blood smeared everywhere because there were numerous eyes glowing in the wood.

There was a conversation being held as soon as Aera stepped foot into the woods, seeing Taeyong’s pack being on guard, mirroring the positions of the unwelcomed wolves as they were showing their bared teeths.

Aera couldn’t hear what they were saying as somehow one of Taeyong’s pack were able to block from others listening to the conversation of both of the alphas. Everything went so fast for Aera that Taeyong somehow attacked the opponent followed by his other pack.

Aera kept her profile low as she had shoot out arrows to the enemies, shooting out an arrow within a second causing some of the enemies to turn their attention towards Aera - making them to change their focus towards Aera.

Yelling while charging towards them, Aera didn’t hesitate to slaughter the invaders with just a single slash onto their bodies. She stuck closely towards Jeno and Jaemin since they were the young ones who could join to fight.

When all of a sudden, Aera was being tackled roughly down to the ground by a huge, heavy, paw - feeling sharp nails digging into her skin, as she automatically let out screams of ache.

Groaning loudly, Aera tried to look towards whoever was pinning her down.

‘Princess Aera, hmm, your scent.’ The blue glowing eye creature cooed, its tongue licking its muzzle - staring down towards Aera as her eyes went wide.

“Get off me!” Aera yelled while trying to squirm her way out of the wolf’s grasp. She tried to grasp out of her dominant hand and she twisted the wolf’s flesh, causing it to whimper in pain.

Aera got on her feet as her gaze fell towards her bleeding arm on her left, her throat gulping the lump on her throat as her eyes turned towards the glowing eyed wolf.

‘She is unmarked, unbreed. Get her,’

With just its command, numerous wolves leaping towards her and Aera frowned deeply as she was on her guard with her gripping onto her sword. Like in slow motion, a black furred wolf appeared in front of her sight, her eyes moving towards who was shielding her realizing who it was.

“Jaebeom,” Aera whispered with a smile when a hand tugged onto her own arm, causing Aera to gasp slightly - to see Youngjae and Bambam frowning towards her.

Having emotions feeling her heart, Aera didn’t hesitate to jump onto them - inhaling both of the men’s scents, and it goes for the 2 of them inhaling her sweet, therapeutic scent.

Bambam let go of her arms as he changed into his wolf form, joining Jaebeom and the older ones while Youngjae’s eyes fell towards her arm, immediately letting go from her.

“You have to go, Aera! You’re not supposed to be here! Jackson will take you back to the White Queen’s village!” Youngjae ordered and with mentioning his name, came Jackson in his wolf form and Aera can’t help but to fear how he looked like now.

Blood smeared all over his muzzle, blood dripping from his mouth - from ripping out the ones who assaulted their princess.

Jackson stared towards Aera as she turned towards Youngjae with a small frown.

“Jaebeom and the rest will help the NCT Clan, Aera. Please, go!” Youngjae pleaded, begging for Aera to listen to his words - mainly Jaebeom 's instructions as she jumped onto Youngjae for another tight hug before mounting on top of Jackson.

“Go!” Youngjae instructed as Jackson growled while he was on the run. Aera quickly looked towards the bloody battle - her eyes falling to an alpha who had his teeth bared out after ripping out another wolf’s jaw.

‘You and I are going to have a long discussion when I killed this bastard, princess,’ Aera could hear Jaebeom’s words, his voice that was deep and low.

Aera knew she was going to have a rough night with a conversation that could lead into an argument with the alpha.

Jackson unexpectedly was being quiet when he was tending onto Aera’s wounds.

He didn’t even glance towards her, seeing his jaw clenching while removing wet red cottons from her wounds.

Aera couldn’t stand the tension. “Jackso—

“Save it, princess.” Jackson cuts her off firmly, earning a deep frown from Aera as she stood up.

“I know, I messed up! I’m sorry—

Jackson pushed Aera to the walls, cornering her as he didn’t let any space left. Aera sighed loudly when she knew Jackson was mad at her - feeling his eyes digging towards her.

“Does a sorry make up when you are dead?” Jackson hissed, feeling his breath on her cheek. Aera closed her eyes as she shook her head, before opening her eyes to his raging ones.

Jackson knew he had a soft spot for her, knowing he can’t be mad at her for hours. He knew what Aera is like. She is the protector of the forest after all - but he can’t help but worry for his princess well being.

“Well.. I don’t.. I was just trying to help them,” Aera whispered as Jackson’s expression softened with a small smile. His hands cupped onto one of her cheeks, turning her focus towards him.

“We know, my love. We all know what you have been doing when we were gone. You were helping innocents. But, you were reckless - you weren’t careful enough and Jaebeom isn't’ too happy when he had smelled your scent lingering to wolves he despised,” Jackson explained softly and there was a visible Aera frown on her face.

Aera was about to answer him when a loud bang caused both of them to look where it came from, to see Jaebeom basically had raging eyes towards Aera.

His steps were heavy as he went towards Aera - the others emerged from the back.

“Jaebeom! Calm down!” Mark yelled at the back, seeing Jaebeom standing in front of Aera with a deep glare. He turned towards Jackson as he had his head lowered, gesturing him to get out - as the subordinate ran towards where the others were.

As soon as both of them were all alone, Jaebeom’s eyes locked with Aera’s.

“What have you done, Aera?” Jaebeom muttered, pushing her towards the wall and leaving no space between the both of them. Now the air felt rather different, compared to how she is with Jackson.

Aera could feel the air that was filled with tension and mostly, anger.

“I was just helping—

“You called that helping!? You literally just bought a war!” Jaebeom’s cuts off her words with him yelling out of frustration. Aera didn’t even flinch - it actually madeher become more furious towards Jaebeom.

This made Aera’s hand automatically fall towards his chest, pushing him out of her face and knowing her abilities, Jaebeom flew right across the room - causing Jaebeom to have a deep frown on his face and him glaring fully towards Aera.

“Shouldn’t we stop them!?”

“Even if we want to, Jaebeom would be pushing us out of the picture.”

“We really need to stop the both of them, Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung was holding Jackson by his arms - along with Mark holding onto Bambam and Yugyeom’s arm since the two maknaes were dying to help Aera, who was fighting with Jaebeom who was in his wolf form.

Apparently, they heard the whole conversation and to think the silence concluded that they make-up, it turns out it was the opposite as soon as the door was open roughly, Aera was roughly being pushed out of the house - her sword and shield on the back of her, knowing that she was about to fight.

Jackson was about to involve himself - along with Bambam and Yugyeom when Jinyoung, Mark and Youngjae decided to stop the 3 who were about to jump into the scene.

Now they were quietly watching the scene in front of them - with Jaebeom jumping onto Aera for multiple times and Aera somehow holding back. Throughout the fight, she didn’t even take out her sword nor her shield.

‘How long are you going to fight me, Princess? You are running out of energy,’ Jaebeom teased as his four-feet made its way towards Aera who was breathing a little harder than before - picking herself up as she began to be in her position to have a combat with him.

“Until you stop being a dickhead, alpha. I was just trying to help Taeyong with a genuine intention. Here you are stating like I had started an unnecessary war.” Aera argued then seeing Jaebeom growling towards her - as he proceeded to jump onto her, causing Aera to fall backwards with a thud.

Instead of picking herself up, Aera decided to lay on the ground - eyes closing slightly, knowing she was extremely tired and she knew Jaebeom would already know he won this fight.

Instead of hearing Jaebeom making fun of her, she felt a wet sensation on her cheeks - knowing that Jaebeom was probably licking her cheeks. There was a hum coming from Aera as her hands reached out of his furry head - stroking his muzzle out of tiredness.

“You win, Jaebeom. You win. I’m too tired to fight you,” Aera muttered and there was a slight growl coming from Jaebeom followed by a whine.

Aera could feel her eyes becoming drowsy, and the last she heard was a few voices and a familiar voice that was speaking to her.

‘I love you, Aera. It hurts me to think that you are sacrificing for others, knowing you are risking your own life.’

And that’s when she fell into a deep slumber.

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#got7 wolf au #got7 wolf scenarios #got7 wolf imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 jaebeom #got7 mark #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom

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thecozywhaleshark · 5 years

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MASTERPOST

BTS

(f = fluff, a = angst, m = mature/smut) (dc = drabble challenge)

Kim Namjoon

Helicopter Seeds (f)

Starlight (f)

God of Destruction, Queen of the Klutz (f)

Soaked (f)

Bones (f)

It’s Raining on the Inside (f)

That 70′s Dress: Part 1 (f)

Jokes (dc1) (f)

The Passport Pouch (f)

Accident-Prone (dc2) (f)

Sprinkling Tac-Tics (dc2) (f)

2AM (dc2) (m)

Aliens (dc2) (f)

Pretty in Plum (m)

You’re Mine, I’m Yours (m)

Mud Run (dc3) (f)

Pretty Brown Eyes (f)

Flushed (m)

The Language of Flowers (f)

Chapter 1: Begonias

Kim Seokjin

What You Want, Baby I’ve Got It (f)

Croissants (f)

Breakfast of Champions (f)

Want More (f)

Cravings (m)

King of Hearts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 (m/a/f)

Safety First (dc1) (f)

Tell Me You Need Me (dc1) (a)

Countertops (m)

Paper Clothes (dc2) (f)

Cling to Me (dc2) (f)

More Than You Know (dc3) (f/a)

Feel Better Food (f/a)

Date and Nut (f)

Min Yoongi

“I like it here” (f)

Making It Better (f)

1,000 (f)

Middle C (pt.1) (f)

Heart and Soul (pt. 2) (f)

“And...Now” (pt. 3) (f)

The Wife Who Cried Wolf (f)

Murder in a Cup (dc1) (f)

BS (dc1) (f)

Cold Hands (f)

Hotline Ring: teaser Part 1 (m)

Min Yoongi and the Curse of Merlin (f)

Chapter 1: My Great Something Ancestor Ruins A Perfectly Good Nights Sleep

Chapter 2: Journey to the Center of the Earth, but Worse

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love (f/m)

Jung Hoseok

Just Dance (f)

Tiptoes (f)

Fireflies (f)

Walking on Sunshine (f)

On/Off (f)

Sunflowers (f)

The Sick Sleep (dc2) (f)

54 (m)

You’ve Got Me (a/f)

Kim Taehyung

Morning Mess (f)

Something Stupid (f)

Weighted Blanket (f)

T-Shirt (f)

Duck Duck Gray Duck (f)

Message On A Bottle (f)

Chores (dc1) (f)

Blood Bagel (dc1) (f)

Kim Taehyung as a Dad (f)

One Night to Forever (dc2) (f/m)

Jack of All Trades: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (a/f/m)

The Floor is Lava (dc3) (f)

Cuddle Bug (f)

Red Silk (m/f)

Pen Pals (f)

Stuck Like Glue (f)

Letters (a)

Hoops (f)

Park Jimin

Adults (f)

Chim Chim Chimmy (Halloween au) (f)

Mine (m)

Melting Point (f)

Weekend Thunderstorms (f)

So You Had A Bad Day... (f)

One of Each (dc1) (f)

6AM (dc1) (f)

Self-Control (f)

Breakfast To Go (f)

Shampoo & Conditioner (f)

Sinners Row (f)

Rhinestones (m)

Suit of Diamonds: Part 1 (m/a/f)

Hedgehogs and Mittens (halloween dc) (f)

Jeon Jungkook

Swings (f)

A love like... (f)

Milkshakes First Thing (f)

Dork (f)

Spoodermoon (f)

Climb or Coward (f)

Pigtails (dc2) (f)

Goat (dc2) (f)

Camp Councilor Kook (f)

Something Old (Part 1) (f)

Nailed It (f)

My Dude (f)

Noodle Loodle (f)

OT7

BTS as:

Tastes Scents Sounds Textures Sights (f)

Some of My Favorite Books (f)

Favorite Movies (f)

Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales (f)

Dragon Riders (f)

Disney Fairies (f)

Pocket BTS (f)

Pocket BTS - Beach Day (f)

Pocket BTS - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket BTS - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket BTS - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket BTS - Reversed Roles (f)

Pocket BTS - Being Bad (f)

Pocket BTS - You Have A Bad Day (f)

Pocket BTS - LOST (f)

Pocket BTS - Cool Down (f)

Pocket BTS - Games (f)

Pocket BTS - Fall (f)

Pocket BTS - Back to School (f)

Pocket BTS - Harnessed (f)

Pocket BTS - Job Hunt (f)

Pocket BTS - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket BTS - Valentine’s Day (f)

Pocket BTS - Quarantine (f)

Pocket BTS - Birthday Boys (f)

Pocket BTS - Easter (f)

Giant BTS (f)

Spending the Night for the First Time (f)

Neck Kisses (f/m)

8 Gifts with BTS (Happy Hanukkah) (f)

Their S/O is Short (f)

Your Parents Yell At You (a/f)

First Kisses (f)

Fake Eyelashes (f)

Escort Series (m/a/f)

Kim Seokjin - King of Hearts (9/10): Start

Kim Taehyung - Jack of All Trades (4/10): Start

Park Jimin - Suit of Diamonds (1/10): Start

MONSTA X

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

White Lace (virginity au) (m)

Paint by Numbers (m)

Fanfiction (m)

At What Cost (a/f)

Shin Hoseok (Wonho)

Want (virginity au) (m)

Pretty Little Lies (m)

Past Hurts (m)

Hugs and Kisses (a/f)

Yoo Kihyun

Art (virginity au) (m)

JENGA (dc3) (f)

Candle Sticks (dc3) (f)

Finders Keepers (m/f)

Stuck On You (f)

Lee Minhyuk

Everything (virginity au) (m)

Magical (dc2) (f)

Curly Q (f)

Chae Hyungwon

Pride Goeth Before A Fall (f)

Lee Jooheon

My Girl (virginity au) (m)

Public Indecency (m)

Dating Jooheon (f)

Hold My Hand (a/f)

In the Middle of the Night... (a/f)

Im Changkyun

By The Stroke of Midnight (f)

Anti-Itch (dc1) (f)

IKEA (dc1) (f)

Beautiful Things (f)

Asshole (dc2) (f)

Daggers and Roses (m/f)

OT7

Pocket Monsta X (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Beach Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket Monsta X - You Have a Bad Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Being Bad (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Cool Down (f)

Pocket Monsta X - LOST (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Fall (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Back to School (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Home Alone (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Harnessed (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Quarantine (f)

Neck Kisses (m/f)

You are Full of Rage (a/f/m)

GOT7

Im Jaebeom

Butterflies (f)

Breath Notes (f)

Tiny (f)

Baebeom (f)

Cat-Mas Tree (f)

Mark Tuan

62 Crab Rangoon’s (f)

Thumbelina (f)

Don’t Let Go (a/f)

Taste Testers (f)

Jackson Wang

Always the Left Shoe (f)

All That You Are (a/f)

Emotional Support Dumbass (f)

Shake It Off (f)

Privileges (f)

Park Jinyoung

Twas the Night Before Christmas (f)

Choi Youngjae

BamBam

Black Velvet (f)

Like, Ew (f)

A Little Birdie Told Me... (f)

Sucks to Suck, Buttercup (f)

Things that go Bump in the Dark (f)

Kim Yugyeom

OT7

Pocket GOT7 (f)

Pocket GOT7 - Quarantine (f)

NCT 127

Johnny Suh

Coins Only (f)

GAMES

Pocket Pick N’ Mix

Kihyun (MX) + Jinyoung (got7): In a garden

Hyungwon (MX) + JB (got7): As Siblings

Jungkook (BTS) + Yugyeom (got7): Nap Time

Jin (BTS) + Bambam (got7): Ice Skating

Namjoon (BTS) + Jackson (got7): Picture with Santa

Jimin (BTS) + Youngjae (got7): Sugar High

Kihyun (MX) + Jungkook (BTS): Shopping Trip

{DISCLAIMER: This is all purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only}

Networks:

KSmutClub

HEARTSFORBTS

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neobi · 11 days

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[scan] phantasy sketch photobook

#tbz #the boyz #scan #phantasy #phantasy pt.3 love letter #nectar #hyunjae #lee jaehyun #eric #eric sohn #son youngjae #jacob #jacob bae #juyeon #lee juyeon #q #ji changmin

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pirimiriwon · 3 years

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Midnight Sun Musical

Kim Wonpil as Haram, as dazzling as the midday sun 🌤

(Credits to the owner of this photo. Used only for visual purposes)

A/N: This post is about updates for Wonpil and his upcoming performance in Midnight Sun Musical show. Details for other celebrities involved in the show are not indicated.

• Lead character Haram will be portrayed by DAY6's Kim Wonpil, SHINee's Onew, and GOT7's Youngjae

• According to Wonpil via open letter in fans.jype.com, the lead role for the musical project was offered to him

• This will be the first time that Wonpil will participate in a musical/acting show and his first time to perform as lead character

• On March 11, 2021, the show schedules were posted by Shinswave. Wonpil will be performing for 9 shows in the month of May, one of which is the opening show on May 1st

• Lee Ah Jin, a theater actress who will play Haena, will be his leading lady in most of his shows

• On March 12, 2021, ticket sales for the offline show has opened. All 9 shows of Wonpil are sold out 🍀

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Last update : 20210312

#day6 wonpil #day6 #day6 dowoon #day6 even of day #day6 jae #day6 sungjin #day6 younghyun #day6 ot5 #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #park jaehyung #park sungjin #kang younghyun

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bambikisss · 4 years

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Café Rewind {Chapter 2}

SUPRISE! HERE’S CHAPTER 2! I decided to not wait and just post it now before I take a nap. Enjoy!

~<3

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Chapter 2

All throughout class, all I could think about was Jaebum.

What’s his major? He said it’s near here...hmm

“Y/N?!” I snapped out of my daydream and looked at my best friend Mina. She was handing me a piece of paper that I needed to hand to the people next to me. I quickly handed it to them before sighing and working on the worksheet that was on baking. As much as I want to be a pastry chef, it does grind against my dance major. “You ok? What are you thinking about?’’ Mina asked, tapping my shoulder. I nodded before sighing. “Just work. I got a new job today and it’s very busy, so I’m just tired.” Mina nodded before grabbing her pencil case and showing me a letter that was in it. It was from her nursing internship. “I got in!” She excitedly whispered as we began packing up. Mina has been wanting to intern at Seoul National Hospital for as long as I could remember. “Congratulations, Mina! I’m so proud of you” I hugged her tightly, making her gasp. We were walking out of the classroom when a bunch of girls pushed past us and ran down the steps towards the parking lot. “I wonder what's going on” I walked to where the group of girls were and immediately regretted it.

Jin Hoon

Jin was the most popular guy on this campus. He’s so popular that the school opted for him to take his classes online to avoid him drawing too much attention to himself and cause commotions.

Like this one.

“Ladies, ladies. Please don’t touch my car. She cost more than this school can pay it’s professors.” All the girls laughed and swooned at his comment, as if he was Lee Min Ho. As his eyes scanned the girls as if he was choosing a toy from a toy store, we locked eyes. With devilish smirk, he got up and walked up to me, pushing Mina to the side. His breath reeked of smoke, alcohol, and some third smell that I couldn’t recognize. “Hello there, baby” he whispered, trying to be sexy. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off, walking to Mina, helping her up from off the ground. She gave me a weak smile before hugging me and making her way to the bus. As she was walking away, Jin came up from behind me and hugged me, making me push him away and stumble backwards.

Does this man not know the meaning of ‘No?’

As I stumbled backwards, I felt a pair of arms around my waist, stopping me from falling to the pavement. I looked up and noticed Jin’s jaw lock. “You ok, Y/N?”

That voice.

I looked up and just like I thought, there was Jaebum, holding me. He helped me up and looked back at Jin, rolling his eyes. “Still hitting on random girls, Jin? I thought you grew out of that after Kang Daniel knocked you the hell out”

Oh crap.

The group of girls all started to laugh at Jin (which never happens) and walk away from him, creating a bigger circle around the two. “Jaebum, that was none of your business.” Jin looked mad and like he was going to fight Jae. “OK, party's over! Everyone disperse!” it was like when someone turns off the light when a bunch of moths are around it. Whenever the principal comes over, you better run before you get in a trouble. When he reached where Jin was, Jae stood me upright and turned to get in front of me. “Go get in the car. I’ll go ahead and clear up the air with the principal” I was about to object when Jin mockingly called Jae over. I never thought I’d see a man look so hot when he’s mad, but I was wrong. Jae’s chin jutted out before he turned around and walked to the two men. I hope he’s ok.

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“Jin got suspended?!”

I was cleaning up the tables when Jae told me. He was a quiet the whole way here, but now, he looked so happy and cocky. “He’s not allowed on school campus. Not only that, he pushed that girl you were with, so he’s in trouble for that too.” A part of me was happy about him getting in trouble for pushing Mina, I mean, you shouldn’t push girls. “I thought we were supposed to be getting lunch. Why are we cleaning up?” I stopped cleaning and looked at him as he folded a towel. He sighed a bit before his eyes met mine. I felt small again and looked back at the clean table, hoping for some sort of spot on it to appear. “The shift after us didn’t clean up, so we have to before our shift begins, or it’ll be complete chaos.” I nodded. At my other café, if nothing was clean or organized, it was a huge mess. We went back to cleaning when 6 guys walked in, each holding backpacks. I recognized 2 from the faucet incident, but the others looked new.

“What took you guys so long? This mess isn’t going to clean itself” Jae chuckled before tossing Jackson a spray bottle. He didn’t catch it though. It bounced onto the table I had cleaned and opened, spilling cleaner on the table, floor, and my (sadly) opened backpack. “Oh my god! I am so sorry...” Jackson mumbled as he moved my backpack as the others laughed, except for two. One guy with blue hair and the other with light brown hair came up to me and began cleaning the table. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, those guys are your shift mates: Jinyoung is the one helping Jackson clean up your backpack, Youngjae is the one cleaning the table, BamBam and Yugeom are the younger ones who are supposed to be getting ready for their test!” He raised his voice in a threatening manner as the boys bowed and waved at me before rushing to the back. “Lastly is Mark. He’s the one at the table in the back doing homework.” Jaebum pointed to a guy at a red booth with a textbook and notes spiraled out along with highlighters. I said hi to all of them before Jinyoung walked up to me with my binder. “This is all we could save. I’ll help Jackson redo all your other notes for you. Welcome to Café Rewind, by the way” he smiled. The sides of his eyes crinkle when he smiled, which made me giggle a bit. The smile soon faded as he walked back to Jackson who was complaining about the notes.

This is going to be fun, I guess.

I looked around for a place to go through my notes while everyone else was busy working. The table by the window? Nope, too sunny. I decided to sit with Mark in the booth. Mark looked up from his textbook page as I walked over to him. He moved his notes from the other side of the table to give me room and motioned for me to sit across from him. His silver hair was slightly a mess, but it paired well with his flannel and jeans. I sat down and opened my binder, noticing most of my notes were gone, including the ones I took for the test next class.

Crap.

I began panicking a bit when Jaebum walked up to me. “I’ll go get us some food. Stay here and make sure the guys don’t burn down the place before I get back, OK?” I nodded as he walked away. I then went back to my notes, flipping through my binder aggressivly.

“If you want, you can use mine, Y/N”

#kpop #got7 #got7 im jaebeom #got7 imagines #got7 maknae #got7 mark #got7 jaebum #got7 jinyoung #got7 jackson #jackson wang #got7 bambam #bambam #choi youngjae #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #kim yugeom #park jinyoung #cafe rewind

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mikrokosmcs · 3 years

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Youngjae ¿cual es tu hubby de genshin favorito para dibujar?

- —Zhongli y su monstruosa dick de dragón — -aunque también Kaeya porque tenía muy buenas tits(?)

#fhjdskldsds we all love zhongli #y su great ass #y su dick de dragón(?)#❛ ⤫ letter ╱ lee youngjae

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REPLY 2009 ⠀ ⠀⠀.⠀⠀.⠀⠀.⠀(OR: 2009, YEAR OF US) — 002.

now playing: club no. 1 by super junior

summary: ten years ago, we found ourselves at a turning point in pop culture as the decade began to close. this was the year that brought the world obama, the death of michael jackson, and the highest grossing film of all time, avatar. however, in south korea, something big was brewing as well and it started off with infectious lyrics, colourful costumes, and sensational dance moves: kpop. the korean wave that started to build several years ago begins to find its footing in the international limelight in 2009. this was the golden era of kpop. this was the time of sorry, sorry. the debut of quite possibly the most different and groundbreaking girl group in korean entertainment, 2NE1. the rise of shinee, one of the most consistent boy bands of this era and beyond. the throne of bigbang would remain steady with their ventures into japan. and of course. . . snsd's gee that would solidify their place as the nation’s girl group and overtake their male counterparts. nothing can touch this legendary age.meanwhile, in the very city that milled and churned out these stars, eight teenagers were also coming to a certain close in 2009. youth was suddenly running out like grains of a darkened hourglass, as everything and everyone brought tension into their lives. where was the next step on their path? high school is nothing more than a cruel halfway point between childhood and adulthood, but this group of friends made the most out of it. after all, this is the youngest that they'll ever be. this age is the time where hopes rise higher than ever, where love burns the most passionately, and the desire for freedom expands the furthest. in 2009, we follow these teenagers' stories to the background music of the opening chapters of kpop's greatest legacies.but, ten years later at their high school reunion, where do we find them.”

or: highschool!got7, dancecrew!got7, coming of age, school reunion angst, reader x ?

APRIL 2006 (3)

Slick, strawberry ice cream never tasted so fulfilling until that day’s relentless sun. Though it was only spring time, it must have been at least twenty degrees outside and when the air conditioning system broke in our classroom, I was left an absolute mess. The workload of being a first year high school student was made into an unfortunate underestimation and the weather only caused more stress to my body.

“Yours looks good, I should’ve just gotten the same thing as you,” Youngjae frowned, as he looked at his own vanilla scoops. He leaned in to take a taste of my cone, but I merely interrupted with a noise of disapproval.

“Nuh uh. Nice try, Choi Youngjae, this happens every single time.” I turned my back so that he couldn’t take any and hummed.

All it took to convince him to skip his after school vocal lessons was a distressed IM, claiming that I had an emergency. Sure, it was probably wrong to use my loyal best friend just to have a companion to get ice cream, but he’d done the same thing on several occasions. I’d missed so much time at Hagwon because of him. Great minds think alike and Youngjae wasn’t even mad when I met up with him outside of his school with a carefree attitude, clearly not having any emergencies to worry about.

“I should’ve known,” he said upon seeing my figure approach him at the front of my school.

“Oh, shut up.” I frowned and punched his shoulder in what was supposed to be a playful way, but he nevertheless yelped at the contact. “I never get to see you anyway with you stupid training anyway. Live a little and spend the afternoon with your best friend!” At that, Youngjae grinned and he couldn’t say no. Next thing we knew and we ended up at our favourite ice cream shop.

We continued walking along the sidewalk a busy street in the Guro district of the city. It was only five o’clock and people were rushing to get home to their families; cars flying by, people trying to beat the rush onto the subway lines, bicycle lanes filled up. It was busy as ever, as Seoul as ever. There weren’t that many people our age around, as most first year high school students like ourselves should be at after school lessons.

“Do you ever wonder what will be like when we’re like them?” Youngjae was eying some older college kids inside a random cafe that we were walking by, as I tried to keep my long hair out of the ice cream.

Two of them appeared to be a couple, while several other kids surrounded them at the same table. They were laughing, listening to music, and flipping through American magazines and I could feel jealousy running through my veins. Their parents weren’t frantically calling them when they were late by a minute or two returning from tutoring or yelling at them to grow up. They were grown.

I replied, “I wonder what we’ll be like when we’re like them.” Pointing at a pair of people trying to hail a taxi, a man and woman dressed in business casual attire, it seemed like they were making their way back to home. I wanted nothing more than to grow up and relish in unknown liberation.

Youngjae followed my gaze and thought about it for a moment. “You’ll be whatever it is what you want to be—” I rolled my eyes at that. It wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t exactly sure of what I wanted in a career, lacking passion for any field or hobby. My parents wanted Jinyoung and I to pursue lavish medical careers, but he was the only one with the endurance and intellectual capabilities to do so.

“—And you will be a successful singer.”

A light tint of pink spread across Youngjae’s cheeks, ever so bashful regarding his ambitions. However, there was no doubt that he was eventually going to be a star one day. I’d never seen such comparable talent to him.

I continued on, “Maybe we don’t have to wait so long! Didn’t you say that your company is looking to debut a new group next year?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he dismissed my statement, “it’s not a guarantee, though. And what if they don’t even pick me to be apart of the group?”

“You’ve been under their management since the seventh grade! They’d be crazy to cut you.” I was still able to recall the day of Youngjae’s first audition to the company, where I’d accompanied him on the weekend instead of studying at home with Jinyoung. Nerves were never one to affect Youngjae, but on that day, he couldn’t stop shaking no matter what he did. It was only when he was finally called that he was able to take a deep breathe. He got the acceptance call the following few weeks after. I’d march right down to the company office myself, they wouldn’t dare take away my gifted best friend for four years just to cut him out of their boy group.

Youngjae shrugged, then looked back to where we were observing the two adults. They were gone. “By our thirties, we’ll be happy for sure and that’s all I care about. Maybe you’ll finally grow out of Super Junior—hey, don’t give me that look!”

I quickly rid of the bitter expression on my face and laughed. Tugging his arm, I told Youngjae that we should go to an arcade instead of watch strangers like some creeps. I thought, maybe this part of being a teenager isn’t so bad. For now, I was willing to embrace this and so was he.

PRESENT DAY (4)

“Remember that time that Bambam knocked over an entire shelf?”

Letting his name slip past my lips felt so foreign, it seemed like forever since talking about my old friend. It wasn’t like recalling a one time anecdote, but a piece of life. Jinyoung emulated the odd sensation, not hiding the way he paused his walking for a split second at the sound of Bambam’s name. Then, after getting over the initial feeling, he burst out into laughter.

Shoulders shaking with each chuckle, Jinyoung replied, “My god, that was fucking hilarious. It was after we found out that we qualified for the NDCCs, right?”

“And Mr. Lee gave him a weeks’ detention for it!” I nodded vigorously. There was no way that my mind could forget that day, especially not the priceless looks of excitement on the boys' faces. The memory was fresh in my mind, as if it had occurred the afternoon prior.

The two of us were the lone people in that empty hallway after choosing to explore the second floor. Jinyoung claimed that he wanted to find his first year homeroom for old times sake. He’d walked straight past the library, probably because of all the last minute studying that he used to do in there that continued to haunt him, but I took a quick glance inside. The interiors were darkened, but I could make out the familiar layout of the room for the most part. I hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time in there unless I had to during my years, so Bambam was the first thought to come to mind.

“Hey, our old lockers are somewhere here!” My brother exclaimed, having made his way into another corridor.

I didn’t need to follow his voice, remembering exactly where the lockers were. It wasn’t quite Jinyoung’s locker, but he often used Jaebum’s instead of his own, as it was situated on the undesirable basement floor. Mine was just two away from their shared space and by the end of high school, the three of us claimed the entire block as our own.

Passing by the iconic music room, I found Jinyoung kneeling in front of a block of lockers. I had to stop myself from entering, as I figured that it would be best to do it later when he was here. Watching Jinyoung peered into each one, probably trying to jog his memory, it was odd to realize just how old we’d become. Spending countless of days in this hallway for three years, yet my brother couldn’t even remember which locker was Jaebum’s.

“Oh! This one’s mine!” I giggled, spotting the locker immediately, even from the distance I was at. Stepping forward, I pointed to the one that was three away from mine. “This is the one you’re looking for.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “How did you figure that out?”

Smirking, I gestured to the corner, where faint lettering was carved into the metal. There was no way I was going to leave Haerin without a trace, so as I ran my thumb over the imprint ‘SJ,’ I was more than pleased to see that it lasted for ten years. I nearly forgot that I did this, but it was probably one of the best decisions I made before graduating.

“What—holy shit.” Jinyoung looked at the ‘SJ’ carving and was silent for a moment, blank stare. Then, he burst out into hysterical laughter, to which I made a face at. “And you were even playing, what was it? Club No.1! You played it on the way here. Some things never change, huh?”

He was right. Some things never do change and I was content with that, knowing I still had a bit of that high schooler in me. It didn’t matter if it was Super Junior or that childlike innocence, or even my first loves that blossomed in these hallowed halls. The years pass, just as my branches grow rapidly, but returning to my roots reminded me of how much I longed for those days once again.

MARCH 2009 (5)

Lee Donghae's angelic voice continued to ring in my ears the whole train and bus ride home from the fan meeting. It was like a broken song stuck on replay on my MP3 and there was not a single thing I could do about it—not that I wanted to. I'd felt as though I was on cloud nine the entire time I was there, despite the fact that their thirteen members were just little dots from the seat I was in. Minyoung swore up and down that Siwon stared right at her for the majority of the event and we argued about it for the entire commute home, just before she got off at the bus stop ten minutes before I did.

Skipping school was practically unheard of, but it was a risk I was willing to take for Super Junior.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school!" she waved at me happily, as she strolled out of the bus with ease. I could never imagine having such nonchalance in my step after missing a full day of class to see an idol group, not with my hardass parents. However, Minyoung mentioned that her mother didn't care, too busy drinking her life away.

Unfortunately for myself, things were different. I paid Jinyoung almost my entire part time salary for him to do his imitation of our father's voice and call in sick for me with the school. Nobody seemed to suspect a thing when the two of us "left" for classes in the morning, as I wore my uniform and carried my backpack. In reality, I had to make a beeline for Minyoung's house, where I would change into some more fashionable clothing and eventually, the two of us left for the noon fan meeting. We made time for us to be able to hope on the bus back home. Needless to say, everything went smoothly, at least up to this point. Sneaking out was fine, but sneaking back in? A different story and certainly the nadir of the day.

It felt obligatory to repeat examples of excuses out loud over and over again as I made my way home. "Sorry I'm late! I had a few questions to ask about my physics test. . .no, no, that sounds too forced . ."

Any car that passed by me on the street that even had the slightest of semblance to my mother's or any patrol vehicle that belonged to the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency granted a near heart attack. However, nothing came of these scares, so I continued walking along the sidewalk towards my house. There were some crazy things that teenagers did for their idols.

The only way to about successfully sneaking back in was the secret path. It led to behind the house from a convenience store that Jinyoung and I used to play in when we were kids. Looking back, we were absolutely insane. It was the scariest alleyway that I could conjure in my imagination, for it barely fit two bodies and allowed very little light to seep through. If it wasn't in broad daylight, I wouldn't be crossing this way at all. At the very least, it wasn't long after squeezing through that I could barely make out the house in the distance.

However, as soon as I stepped out of the alleyway, a large figure came out from the sides.

"Shit!"

Enduring the wind was knocked straight out of my chest, the other figure didn’t even seemed fazed at the sudden collision of bodies. I stumbled back a few steps, sputtering as I did so. There was a light chuckle and when I looked up, I saw Jaebum’s cheeky smile.

“And where do you think you’re coming from?” he raised an eyebrow at me and my heart stopped. I obviously did not think this far; Jinyoung’s friends were usually hanging around the house. I didn’t think that any of them would cause trouble, but then there was Jaebum, who would gladly give a side comment to my parents about my truancy just to see the look on my face.

I tried to play it off, pulling the best casual shrug that I was capable of. “School. I had to stay after school to ask Mr. Go some questions.”

“Last time I checked, you weren’t in class, especially without uniform on." Jaebum raised his eyebrows and reached out, touching my hair. "And you actually brushed your hair? You definitely went somewhere else."

There was no way. There was no way in hell that today was going to be one of the only days in the year when Im Jaebum, notorious class skipper, decided not to keep up with his hooky playing ways. However, looking at his semi pristine school uniform—I wasn’t going to count the buttons that he so cheekily left open on his dress shirt—I groaned. He had gone to class, which I didn’t count on.

Jaebum continued, "How come you haven't cut your hair? I think you'd look good with short hair." Giving unsolicited styling advice was his way of calling me boring.

“You. . .I can’t believe you actually showed up.” Last year, rumours flew around that Jaebum missed almost two weeks worth of classes in a row. In hindsight, saying two weeks doesn’t sound like lot to non Korean students, but there was no such shirking culture in any school in the country and especially not one as competitive as Haerin. Even the lazy students at least showed up and took a nap in the back of the classroom as opposed to outright not attending.

The said male grinned. “New year, new me.” Jaebum glanced at me, probably trying to figure out what exactly it was that I was up to. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Okay, fine. I skipped.” There was no reason for me to not admit it, Jaebum was going to force it out of me either way.

“Why?

“SuperJuniorfanmeeting,” I mumbled, my string of words sounding more like a singular, incoherent mess.

Jaebum just chuckled at me, getting a real kick out of the situation. It wasn’t like I was the goody-two-shoes type, but I’d always used to berate him for shirking his school work. I didn’t actually care, but it was more on the basis that I figured that he and Jinyoung didn’t have to hang out and be so damn loud in the living room if they would just see each other at school.

“Say that one more time, please.”

Setting my jaw, the glare I sent his way could’ve killed. “Super Junior fan meeting.”

At that, he only let out a loud scoff. “You skipped for Super Junior? Are you for real?” His chiding was nothing new to me.

There was one time when Jaebum tried sneaking into our house late at night to hang out with Jinyoung, as if they were a fucking couple. Who the hell does that that? Unfortunately, my brother’s room did not have a window and the two politely asked me if Jaebum could go through my window, then sneak through. I said no. That was supposed to be that, but the twat ended up knocking at my bedroom window at two in the morning anyway.

If it weren’t for the fact that I was up late on Facebook, I would have probably strangled Jaebum. I had no choice but to let him in, though, and the first thing that he did was make fun of the amount of Super Junior merchandise that I had in my room. Posters, stacks of albums, stickers, mugs, you name it. That was how I discovered Jaebum’s hatred for idol groups and how he discovered his favourite thing to use in order to vex.

“I don’t want to hear it, asshat.” Grumbling, I tried to move past him, but he stayed put.

Jaebum said, “Nope. I’m not going anywhere.”

It was almost time for my mother to return home for work and I couldn’t believe that he was choosing to play around now out of all the time he had in the world. He folded his arms across his chest, as if waiting for me to do something. The light shone on his medium brown hair and illuminated his playful expression.

“I need to get home!”

“And I need to get to the studio, but your dumbass brother decided to take his time flirting with Ms. Jung after school, so now I have to wait for him.”

I rolled my eyes, how very Jinyoung of him to do. Despite being senior class treasurer and all around boy next door, I knew my brother well and he wouldn’t be related to me if he didn’t have his sly side. He used his role on student council and high rank in academics to stay behind to talk with teachers, often to schmooze or just to flirt like he did with Ms. Jung.

“Gross. Just go to the studio by yourself, then,” I replied.

Jaebum chuckled. “No, because I’m a good friend who waits for his friends, especially when the said friend is getting details on beautiful Ahyeon."

I had to snort at that. "You boys are disgusting. Just get going so I can." Hearing him talk about the Geometry teacher like that made me want to throw up without hesitation. High school boys, especially overly horny ones like Jaebum, always did in the hallways after any one of Ms. Jung's classes. She was young, pretty, and everyone raved about how she looked like some actress from Boys Over Flowers.

He was still in front of me. There seemed to be something we wanted to say, judging by the confusion playing in his eyes, but nothing came out. Tapping my foot, I raised my wrist to my line of sight and saw that I didn't have much time left.

"You should audition for the crew," Jaebum suddenly blurted out, though his tone stayed as nonchalant as ever.

That took me by surprise and for that, I looked at him like he was crazy. "Me? Yeah, right. Now stop wasting my time and—"

"—Jinyoung said you dance, you can't dance for us?" he cut me off. I was sure that he was joking, but judging by the sternness and what seemed like shame for asking me, I realized that Jaebum was indeed serious about his suggestion.

Obviously somebody had brought myself up as a suggestion for the crew member replacement. I wouldn’t know why Jinyoung would even do that, he was fully aware that I would repudiate such an idea. I couldn’t even imagine myself having to hang out with the boys or stand on a stage.

"Yeah, in middle school. Not anymore, I don't like dancing."

If there was one thing that could wound Jaebum, it was speaking ill of dance. He cringed at my words, face scrunching up. I didn't have any passions in the way that he and my brother had dance, so I couldn't understand. The sentence allowed made him want to get out of my way, side stepping.

He said, "Well, if you change your mind, we're in the studio on Friday. Jinyoung and Mark have said good things about you, so I thought that it wouldn't hurt to ask, but I guess I was wrong."

I shrugged and was on my way, thankful that he managed to give up on me. Picking up a speed walk, I dashed towards the back door of my house and made sure that the interiors were empty before doing so. As I closed the door, I couldn't help but look over at Jaebum and I saw that he was still in that spot. It was embarrassing that not only Jinyoung told the crew about me, but Mark as well. Thinking about it made my face go hot and with that, I shut it and hurried to change before after school tutoring.

#—— REPLY 2009.#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 series #got7 imagine #got7 scenarios #got7 au #got7 reactions #got7 angst #kpop fanfic #got7 fluff

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mikamangata · 6 years

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The town that I don’t exist in

Chapter Five:

I wish I had you at all

Warnings:/

Masterlist Jimin’s song

“Lee Jaeho?”

“Nope, unless Jungkook is supposed to look for a married man in his early forties.”

Lee Jaeho

“Boo Jaeho?”

“Lived here in the twenties, died in Seoul in the thirties.”

Boo Jaeho

“Song Jaeho?”

“Uhm no, that’s a two year old kid.”

Song Jaeho

“Im Jaeho?”

“Im Jaeho, Im Jaeho...hmm. I can’t find anything about him other than his birth certificate and a driver’s license from 1957, weird. Oh- wait there’s uh- uhm- that’s a missing persons file, I think? Take a look at this, Jin-hyung.”

Taehyung crawled out from a huge pile of boxes and gave the light brown file to Seokjin. The older wrinkled his nose when he saw the thin layer of dust coating it. One would think that the townhall employees took better care of such important information. But since the archives are in the cellar of the building and barely anyone came down here, it served more as a dumpster for ‘useless’ files and evidence that were thought of as highly unlikely to ever see daylight again.

“So, what do you think Hyung?” Seokjin’s eyes flew over the small, black letters that were pressed onto the paper by a typewriter years ago. “Im Jaeho was a seventeen year old boy who disappeared in 1958. He lived with his older brother Jaeil at the edge of the woods, near the caves. It says here that Jaeho went on a walk with their dog and never came back, they found the dog’s remains in the caves weeks later. This- this has to be a joke.” Seokjin’s already present frown deepened as he got to the end of the page. “They didn’t look for the kid at all, like a few days and that was it. No search dogs, no suspects, no evidence, no nothing! They went into the woods with four police officers and when they didn’t find anything they came back and called it a cold case! I can’t believe the incompetence of these people. The poor child.”

“That’s awful! So you think that this Jaeil guy kidnapped Jungkook to look for his missing brother? That doesn’t make sense, I mean he disappeared like ten years ago and there were no missing teens in between. Why now?”

“Hmm. Wait- is says here on a different page that the older brother Jaeil committed suicide eight months after Jaeho’s disappearance. His little brother was all that he had left, their parents died early and they had no other living relatives. Jaeil must have felt completely alone, this is so tragic.”

“This town failed them. And now the same thing happened to Youngjae and that boy and Soonyoung and Kookie.”

“We neither found Kwon Soonyoung nor Kookie, so there’s still hope and we won’t give up. We can’t.”

“I know, but it seems like every little evidence leads to a dead end, Hyung.”

Seokjin sighed and looked at his little brother. “Let’s get back and tell the others what we found, yeah?”

Its cold, Hyung. Please hurry.

I’m sorry for always taking up the most space on your bed and for that one time I spilled Holly’s food all over the floor. I’m sorry for always taking your chewing gum, I know it gets on your nerves a little but you’re just too nice to say anything. I’m sorry for everything.

Please, Hyung. Please help me, I’m so sorry.

When Seokjin opened the door to Yoongi’s trailer, which had somehow become their invastigation-office-headquarter-place-thingie, Namjoon’s voice immediately filled his ears.

“-and I just took it, I don’t think he’ll notice as long as I bring it back by tomorrow. He’s such an airhead sometimes, if my mom wasn’t there he’d forget his head at home in the morning. Oh! Did you guys find something?”

As soon as he asked that, Taehyung began telling the other boys about what they had found in the archives. All the information that they had was pinned onto the wall in Yoongi’s living room, much to his dismay. ‘You’re poking little holes into my home, Tae!’ Unsurprisingly, Taehyung didn’t care and Yoongi gave up after a very short time.

Namjoon spoke up next: “You won’t believe what I found! As you know, my dad works at the police station and when I got home yesterday he already went to bed. And guess what? That airhead left the whole case box on the living room table. I’m not even sure you’re supposed to take that thing home with you? But anyways, I went through all the information and got basically nothing. They know even less than we do. But! I found this little notebook at the bottom of the box, the files state that it was found in the unidentified boy’s jeans pocket.” He put the old, dirty notebook on the table. You could almost see its age, but it had clearly once been a pretty thing. Its spine was a black leather, turning slightly grey and wrinkly at the edges. The binding looked self made, a dark blue background with stars and little planets while the front was decorated with an elephant in a space suit. A cute little thing.

Yoongi took the book and ran his fingers over the spine. There were little specks of dirt at the edge and he mindfully blew them away when he opened it. The first page had, written in pretty dark blue cursive, ‘If found, please return to Im Jaeho. Don’t read it! Not even a peek, I’ll find out about it! Especially you, Hyung!’. Yoongi swallowed thickly and turned the page. Back at him looked a boy, well, a young man. He had big eyes, not quite as large as Jungkook’s, but still noteworthy. His black fringe, sketched neatly with a dark pencil, covered his whole forehead and he had a concentrated look on his face. His nose was a little crooked and he had a tiny mole on his chin. The bottom of the page said ‘Jaeil-hyung, 1954’. Yoongi turned to the second page. This time, a much younger face stared back at him. Except for the huge smile on his face he seemed like a younger version of the first sketch. He was drawn more critically, or at least the almost completely erased lines of pencil indicated that. ‘Self portrait, 1954’

Yoongi flew through the pages. They were sketches of all kinds of things and people. At the bottom it always said the year and when he came to 1958, it stopped. No more drawing, no more pretty lines swung expertly over the yellowing paper. The boy was good, he had potential. The only drawing that said 1958 at the bottom was a sketch of a clock. It was one of those old grandfather clocks that made a loud noise whenever the hands hit a full hour. But there were no hands on the clock and no numbers on the face, just an empty white circle. It looked like the drawing was unfinished, it felt unfinished. Yoongi turned the page and the fine hairs on the back of his neck stood up slightly in alarm. There, written not nearly as neatly in a hurried dark blue, were numbers. He pages were full of them but always the same combinations, three times in a row.

01-18-58-Sa/??? [failed]

01-19-68-Fr/02-09-68-Fr [failed]

01-26-68-Fr/02-26-68-Mo [failed]

02-01-68-Th [setback regulated]

02-02-68-Fr/01-18-58-Sa [ success]

“So we have two brothers, one dead and the other missing, two dead teens and two missing ones, a piece of Jungkook’s raincoat that we found in the creepy ass caves and this sketchbook with weird numbers. What does that mean? And why are these numbers in the notebook of a missing kid? Well, now he’d be like twenty seven anyways.”

Namjoon looked at Yoongi and the others and pulled out a sheet of paper with similar numbers. “Okay, now it gets creepy. I think the numbers are dates. The first number is the month, the second the day, the third the year and the letters are the days of the week. Fr for Friday, Mo for Monday and SA for Saturday. The first date, 18th of January 1958, is the day that Im Jaeho disappeared. The second combination of numbers and letters are two dates; 19th of January 1968 and 9th of February 1968. Okay, now get this. Choi Youngjae disappeared on the 18th of January, the same day that Im Jaeho disappeared only ten years prior, and his body was found on the 9th of February.”

Namjoon looked at the others, all of their faces contorted into some level of concentration. “What about the other numbers?” “Right Hobi. The next date is the 26th of January 1968, a day after Kwon Soonyoung disappeared. The other date is tomorrow, the 26th of February 1968. If I interpreted the numbers and letters right, then the first combination is always a day after a disappearance and the second combination is the day that the body is found. Or at least that applies to Youngjae. The first one though, it’s on the same day that Im Jaeho disappeared and it doesn’t have a second combination because he was never found. And the fourth combination, which says ‘setback regulated’ at the bottom, is the day that Jungkook disappeared and it’s also the day that all of those sheep died. And the last one...well, it’s the 19th of February 1968, a day after Jungkook disappeared. But the other date is the day that Im Jaeho disappeared ten years ago. At first I thought that the person just made a mistake, but whoever did this wrote it over and over again, at least 300 times. I wrote it down more neatly, here.”

Namjoon took out a sheet of paper and pinned it to the wall. It said:

01-18-58-Sa/??? [failed]

-> Im Jaeho’s disappearance

01-19-68-Fr/02-09-68-Fr [failed]

-> Day after Choi Youngjae’s disappearance/Day Choi Youngjae’s body was found

01-26-68-Fr/02-26-68-Mo [failed]

-> Day after Kwon Soonyoung‘s disappearance/tomorrow

02-01-68-Th [setback regulated]

-> Day of Jungkook’s disappearance and day that all the sheep died

02-02-68-Fr/01-18-58-Sa [ success]

-> Day after Jungkook’s disappearance/ Im Jaeho’s disappearance

“I don’t understand how this makes any sense, but if Kwon Soonyoung shows up tomorrow we’ll know you’re right, Joonie-hyung.” Jimin said.

“So everything has to do with Im Jaeho’s disappearance ten years ago? That’s so weird, I really don’t get it. And what about the boy that Yoongi-hyung found? The unidentified one?” Hoseok asked and looked at Namjoon expectantly. The latter pushed up his glasses and frowned.

“I’m not sure about the boy, or if he even has anything to do with this. I mean Youngjae wasn’t buried, right? But this boy was. Maybe that’s some other case? I’m not su-“ “No. It’s definitely related to Jungkook’s disappearance. I don’t- I don’t really know how to explain it, it’s just a feeling. A strong one.”

Namjoon sighed. “Okay. I trust you, Yoongi-hyung. Let’s wait until tomorrow and see if something happens.”

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Author’s note: There it is, finally! I’m terribly sorry that it took so long, I’m in the middle of exam time so I’m kind of stressed (but it’s getting better so don’t worry guys!) Thank you so much for the support that I’ve been getting and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it’s a little short, but it’s got a lot of important information in it so I didn’t want to make it longer. The next chapter will come out next weekend or earlier, so stay tuned and have a nice day/night whatever time zone you’re in!

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