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Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 4

JB POV

The crowd followed the closest laser beam like cats. JB would've laughed if he hadn't noticed all those eyes staring at him. He thought for a second his masked had slipped. He mouthed shit, but felt the friction of his skin against fabric. His eyes shot down to check himself and found a purple laser piercing his broad chest. His eyes narrowed on Youngjae. "This was planned?" His voice was sharpened with anger. Youngjae's laugh was muffled by Temples chant which now included Nyx. JB peered back to the stage to see the greyish blue amazon take two quick steps then toss herself head first from the stage. Her body spun once then landed with grace. She heaved herself up and over the metal barricade followed by a few demon guards. He was going to die of embarrassment. He had to get out of here. He looked from side to side. Jackson, Jinyoung and Mark were blocking his left side and BamBam, Youngjea, and Yugyeom the right. His heart started to beat rapidly with panic. He was not doing this. He took a quick step to the back and to the right. He slipped out of their shoulder blockade. He turned on his heels and was met with Goddess's fans gently guiding him back to his spot. He had to take a few steps back to get away from them. He whipped around nearly hitting Nyx in the head with his hand. She was kneeled before him like a well trained warrior before her emperor. She extended her arm up with her face still lowered to the ground. The fucked up bodyguards motioned for him to take her hand. He didnt want this. He tried to step back but Jackson and Mark were blocking him. And in true asshole fashion, they shoulder him forward. He slowly reached out. She must of felt his warmth because her fingers snatched his hand. A quick jolt of electricity sparked at the point of contact and rushed up his arm. Every muscle in his body tensed up in response. She simply interlaced their fingers. All while she was still staring down at the ground. She slowly looked up. JB was captivated. His panic oozed out of his emotional grid and was replaced with...honor...respect...lust? He wanted out. He wanted to glance to Jinyoung for approval, but didn’t dare meet his venomous stare. This felt wrong.

Her innocent almost sad features were morphed into a strong fearless expression. Her blackish hair was in waves, half up half down knotted to secure her crown. His eyes wanted to wonder, but hers wouldn't allow it. Only when she blinked did he dare. He quickly took in her costume. It was too revealing and yet hid too much of her from him. Her free hand went to the metal cuff on her toned bicep. She slowly dragged it down her arm. She continued until the cuff was secured on his forearm. "On the darkness night, I shall be your torch. On the bloodiest battlefield, I shall be your sword and shield. On the forked path, I shall be your guide." She paused making eye contact, "From this moment onward, you have my protection, my respect and my love," JB knew these words were meant to reflect her feelings for her fan base, but he couldn't help it. His chest felt like it was in a vise grip. He knew in that moment he was fucked. She loosened her grip. His fingers squeezed her hand briefly then he let it go. Her fingers softly dragged down his hand. They slowly turning his hand palm up. She leaned forward a bit. What the...? JB stared with disbelief. She wasn't. Her black pouty lips gently kissed the soft skin of his palm sealing the oath. A tingling sensation was left behind from her kiss. She let her grip slip as she slowly stood. The next Goddess could be heard pledging to her Temple. JB stared down at the black mark left from her lips. He glanced up and gave her a slight bow. He usually couldn't care less if someone took his actions the wrong way. But this he wanted, no, needed to clear up, he had nothing to do with this. He opened his mouth. She shook her head slightly. JB glanced around seeing all the Temples gawking. He instantly knew. Time and place. Her purple gaze left him and went to his members. He could feel their auras change behind him. They were in shook but now they were pleased to be getting some of her attention especially the guys to his right. Besides the empty space of indifference. JB finally dared a glanced over his shoulder to the left to confirm it. Yep, it was Jinyoung and he was livid. JB looked to Nyx just in time to see her wink at Jinyoung as if she knew. A genuine smirk took hold of JB features at the thought. Jinyoung’s acting skills were going into overdrive as he pretended to be uninfected by her charm. Everything went black. JB protective instincts made him reach out for Nyx. All he grabbed was air. He took a quick step forward only to be set back by some guys shoulder. "Beomah," Jackson harsh whispered trying not draw attention. JB stepped back until he felt a hand touch the back of his neck. The soft touch belonged to Jackson. Another hand gripped his shoulder and squeezed harshly that was Jinyoung. Everyone was blinded as the lights were turned back on. The moment JBs eyes adjusted, they narrowed on Youngjea. "Your punishment is going to be severe." His serial killer calm voice was back along with his kicked out chin. A nervous laugh leaked past Youngjae's lips, "It was worth-" "You wanna die?" Jackson asked stepping out from behind JB. He clearly was trying to save the free night out from JBs wrath. Yugyeom elbowed Youngjea's side, "Shut. Up." Rubbing his bruising ribs, Youngjae fell silent. Mark and BamBam were ignoring them and focusing on the stage. The intro of one of Goddess's more popular song 'Falling' poured out of the speakers. Everyone is expecting Nyx to take over Hera's rap parts, but JB watches as Mazu nervously adjusted her mic. JBs expression slightly softened in confusion, "Isn't Nyx supposed to be the main rapper?" He asked no one in particular. "Yeah," Mark answered, "that's what I was told." Mazu proceeded to rap Hera's part surprisingly well. "Maybe you assumed," Jinyoung countered, "just cause Hera was the main rapper that her replacement would be." "Nah," BamBam commented, "she definitely is the main rapper." Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but Yugyeom beat him to it, "then why isn't she rapping the part?" "Maybe out of respect?" Jackson snapped before someone could talk over him. JB arched a brow. He couldn't think. Everything and everyone were too loud. He started to walk towards the parking lot. He made it a point to hard shouldered Youngjae on his way past.

He broke out of the crowd a few minutes later. He glanced behind him half expected his members to be on his heels. They weren't there. He was kinda impressed with their level of self preservation. His shoes finally hit pavement. His lungs finally took in a long deep breath. He held it until the pressure built in his diaphragm. His throat became tight and he started to feel in control. He allowed his breath out slowly. Not even a second later his pocket started to vibrate. He looked up to the night sky. ”What now?" He asked the full moon while his hand fished out his i-phone. He pressed the circular button on the bottom, bringing the screen to life. Hesitating he took in another calm breath. Then glanced down. Message: Eunae°•° Where are you? Did your schedule get changed? He stared at the characters a moment too long. It was as if the name was a vague piece of a memory and message was in a foreign language. He hard blinked and tapped on the screen. He tried again to read the message. Eunae°•° Where are you? Did your schedule change? Shit. How could he text his girlfriend while his palm was still warm from another woman's lips? Fuck, how could a fake pledge make him forget his girlfriend? JB glanced to his palm. The black lipstick mark was still there. His phone buzzed in his other hand. He tore his eyes off the lip print making them focus on the glowing screen. Eunae°•° I see you read the message. Did you forget we were supposed to have dinner? Before he dug his own grave, he double tapped to call her, "I'm sorry," he didn't wait for her to say anything, "I had to make an unscheduled appearance at the Goddess's comeback. I was so pissed I forgot to call you." "Oh...?" She said as if she had a speech all planned out. "I thought their comeback wasn't for another month?" "It's happening right now." He took the phone from his ear and out stretched his arm right as Nyx started to rap Mazu's part. 'Falling from the heavens (heavens) I have so many confessions (confessions) Falling into your arms I feel as if I'm disarmed Falling from the heavens (heavens) I have so many confessions (confessions)' He brought the phone back to his ear. "That's not Mazu," he heard Eunae say confused. "It's the new girl," he commented trying to sound indifferent. "Moon's daughter?” she sounded aggravated. Same, he wanted to say, but decided to skip it and make a sound of agreement. "I can't believe she's even allowed to debut," she continued with her tone souring. ”she looks far too Caucasian and I heard she isn't even good. Must be nice to debut in your father's friends’ company." JB was already over the topic, "let's reschedule for tomorrow night. I'll take you to the sushi bar you like." ”hm.” her tone smoothed, ”Will I see you tonight?" "I'll text you if it's not too late." He tried to make his voice take on a light hopeful tone. "Okay." He could hear her disappointment, but there wasn't much he could do. "Love you." He offered then hung up. He made it a point to not let his left hand touch his phone. He shoved it into his back pocket. Eunae presences faded into the background as Goddess's comeback song snatched his attention. It didn't sound like them. He couldn't believe JYP would let them sound so...different. Nyx rap was faster, vividly aggressive and far more masculine sounding than anything Hera did. 'Judge me with those glaring eyes I'll play with your insides Use your intestines As my new jump rope. I'll make you choke, On those lies you openly spoke. A rusty needle and crusty thread You should lightly tread. For I am Nyx I'll send you to the river sticks. I am Nyx. I am Nyx. I'll send you to the river sticks.’ JB instantly knew that JYP wasn't behind them with support. He wanted them to bomb. Openly aggressive female rappers don't make money. The Korean population weren't into seeing a hostile, rude, or opinionated woman. And without Korean support even with a large international fan base, Goddess was about to nose dive. Hard. A peg of guilt craved out a spot in his chest. He tried to shake it off. It honestly wasn't his problem. What was his problem? He rubbed his right thumb into his left palm. Just as he thought. The black lipstick print on his palm was apparently smudge proof. He ran his tongue across his thumb and dug at the mark until it’s tip was white. "Shit." He shook his head annoyed. He tore his eyes away from his palm. He glanced in the direction of the stage. Goddess was saying their goodbyes to their fans. Good. He thought as started to walk around the crowd to the staffs tents. He needed to get this shit off.

Now.

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