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Serial Kisses. One: An Off Encounter.

Paired up with Kim Jong-In aka Exo's Kai.

Genre: Spicy Fluff

Rated: PG-13

The hollow scrape of your nameless black heels off SM's public sidewalk was the only thing keeping you focused. You took a deep breath through your nose and let it chill in your lungs for a second as your hand grabbed the SM logo door and pulled it open. You stepped into the main lobby with all the confidence of a someone who was actually supposed to be in this building. As your grandmother had always said, 'Fake it until you Make it.'

You forced your eyes to zone in on the Reception Desk. With strong, eased, steps you broke the distance between the door and the receptionist. Idol mode kicked in automictically, a pleasant smile pulled at the corners of your naturally pouty lips.

The receptionist greeted you kindly in what you assumed was English and began to ask you questions.

"I don't mean to interrupt you," your voice was in polite mode, "I don't speak English," you offered with only half an ounce of gilt. You were usually mistook for a foreigner, "I'm Korean." You presented.

The receptionist was instantly apologetic. You ignored the skeptical gleam in her blue lensed eyes. You learned early on even if you prove you were born and raise in Korea no one believed you.

"I'm Kang Dal-Rea," you smiled with confidence, "I have an appointment with Park Hyun-Woo."

In her embarrassment, she lowered her gaze and quickly started to tap at the keyboard before her. She was about to pick up a phone, when you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.

Your eyes moved from the receptionist to the individual. It was a man in his early thirties with a welcoming smile on his kind featured face, "Kang Dal-Rea?" His bow of acknowledgement was barely a nod. "I'm Park Hyun-Woo."

You turn to face him. You bow at the waist a slightly. The movement pulled a few loose strands of two toned hair from your low bun. The purple based black fading into white tipped hair framed the sides of your face, "I'm happy to meet you." your smile only slipped of a moment, "I am Kang Dal-Rea."

"We are very excited you agreed to meet with us," he offered as he gestured in the directions of the secured employee only entrance, "We know you've been busy after that amazing performance." He began to lead the way.

You followed while keeping your eyes fixed on the side of his face. You honest didn't want to see or be drawn into the riches of the building or the people with in.

"I personally want to thank you for giving us this time," He continued.

It occurred to you he was laying it of thick, "No, It was nice to be considered for the opportunity," you counter feeling slightly uncomfortable by the overly politeness. You were led to believe this was an audition to be a backup dancer.

He barely led you past the security barriers when his phone began to buzz. He flashed you a apologetic grin and took out his phone looking at the screen. "I'm sorry," he offered a small bow of his head, "I have to take this."

Your hands flash a quick 'no problem' motion as your eyes glanced back towards the main entrance. Maybe this wasn't going to be worth being nervous about, you thought while finally taking in your surroundings. The lobby was flashy.

"Oh," Mr. Park voiced a bit too loudly for a phone call, "I mean if you aren't in a rush."

Your eyes found their way back to Mr. Park who was approached by a cute women in her early twenties who seemed to be a little too into fashion. Your eyes narrow slightly as you recognized the petite trendy Idol as BlackPink's Jennie. Why would she be in the SM building? Maybe a collab?

You were brought from your thoughts by her voice, "I would be happy to take her to the meeting room for you." Her polite smile didn't reach her eyes. "Which meeting room?"

"Three." Mr Park answered with worry lacing his smooth voice. He then gave you a little wave, "I shouldn't be long. The contract is waiting for you though, so please look it over." He smiled while walking away and answering his call.

"I was surprised to see you here," Jennie's voice demanded your full attention. Her eyes were dragging down your frame. Her facial expression was sour as she took in your no brand high-waisted black pencil skirt and men's black long sleeved button down tucked in.

"My eyes are up here." You flashed her a sly smirk as your four inch heels made you tall enough to look down at her.

She blatantly ignored your words and started for the elevators, "Did your little group finally break up?" Her voice took on a mockingly sympathetic tone. "Too ba-

"No," you voiced with pride while you approached the elevator. You stamped the up button with your finger since Jennie made no attempt, "We're just waiting for our brothers to come back from enlistment." you admitted a bit more information than you normally would in an effort to stop her from talking.

"Hmm...What was the groups concept again?" Jennie seemed unbothered by your bluntness.

"We're mythical creatures swore to protect Dynasty." You answered.

"Oh. I see. And what are you supposed to be?" She gave you the side eye.

"Gumiho."

"Aren't you giving yourself a little too much credit?" Her gaze roamed up your frame again.

The ding of the elevator was the soul reason you kept your composure, "I would agree with you," You spoke honestly nodding slightly as you followed her on to the elevator. You positioned yourself behind her, "but I did get a few compliments from Top and G-dragon on Show Me the Money." You hoped that would shut her up since rumor has it she was G-Dragon's new girlfriend.

You watched her shoulders tense up. She pressed the number you needed, "They must've been being kind." she offered with a sharpness you couldn't ignore.

A satisficed expression took hold of your features. You were never the one who needed to have the last word to feel validated. Just getting her slightly annoyed was enough for you.

The rest of the elevator ride was quiet. The doors opened up on almost every floor, filling it up.

"Jennie," an acquaintance of hers entered the elevator. The conversation was hushed, but you tried your best to ease drop. "Are you here to see Kai? I heard he was looking for a new dance partner. Is that why you're here as his muse? Are you back together?"

"Shhh...People might hear you." Jennie sounded like she was smiling and wasn't being hushed about it. As if she wanted people to actually be intrigued enough to listen in. "Kai and I aren't together." she confirmed, but left everything else open ended.

You couldn't help roll your eyes.

Jennie got off at the next floor after saying her goodbyes. You politely had to squeeze out of the back and apologize for hitting your duffle bag off someone arms. You bowed to the whole elevator as the doors closed.

"It's down that hall," she scuffed, "It's clearly marked three."

You bow your head slightly, "Thank you for your guidance. Hope the day sees you off well." you overlook her silence and began down the hall not caring which direction she went in.

You found the door. You softly knocked on it then entered when you didn't hear anything. The large room was fitted with a table that ran it's length. The chair's looked modern, but comfortable. The lighting was a bit over kill, but you guessed if you had money to blow on light fixtures, you would too.

You walked around the table to the white envelope on it's surface. You pulled out the chair in front of it and the one next to it. You took off your duffle and set it in the empty chair then sat yourself in the one with paper work. You instinctively slid out of your heels stretching your ankles while your fingers undid the envelope. You slip out the paper work and started looking it over.

You were on the tenth piece of paper when you heard the door click open. You instantly straightened you spine and slipped your heels back on as you stood.

It was Mr. Park with another man in tow. "Oh please," Mr. Park tone was melting with his apologies, "forgive me. We had a little miscommunication. I'm completely at fault."

"No worries." You made sure to bow to the new man, "Sincerely, I was reading over the contract."

"Oh good," Mr. Park's cheerful voice came back in full force, "is there anything you have questions about?"

"How long is this offer open for?" It was quite a bit of money and you didn't want to sign without your fathers' lawyers looking it over.

"If you could have your amendments in by the end of the week so we can adjust accordantly. We would like to hire you for the performance. Is there anything you see that needs immediate attention?" Mr. Park's asked while seeming to get more nervous with each word that left his lips.

You glanced over his face, "Of course not." You tried to ease his worries, "I will hand this over to our lawyer today and if there is any issues I'll contact you."

"I was under the impression you were an independent group." The man beside Mr. Park spoke up. He seemed more of a manager with his laid back fit rather Mr. Park's suit. "Did that change?"

"No, it hasn't. I am an in an independent group." You confirmed. "But my father own an independent personal security company. He has his lawyers look over everything before he allows me to sign."

"A smart man." Mr. Park commented trying to ease the unexpected tension. "Has he been hired to guard anyone we would know?"

"I honestly don't get too evolved in his work." You answered as casually as possible.

Mr. Park nodded simply, "Oh, excuse my rudeness," He gestured to the man beside him, "This is Manager Jun." he paused and you bow your head again to the man, "If everything goes as smoothly as we hope. He will be your go to man."

"It's nice to meet you." You raise your gaze to meet his, "I'm Kang Dal-Rea." You glance back to Mr. Park, "Oh, I am confused on one thing."

"Yes?"

"Do I not have to audition for the spot?"

A gently chuckle left his lips, "Of course not K-

"You were personally requested by the talent." Manager Jun butts in. His gaze is narrowed on the side of Mr. Park's face.

If he felt it he didn't seem to care and so you tried to ignore it as well. You let those words sink into your skin. Someone asked for you and that was why Mr. Park was acting so sickly sweet.

Suddenly your chest felt light with pride. You almost excused the buzzing in your ears as excitement but Manager Jun's narrowed gaze fixed on you. It was your phone. You quickly ripped open your duffle and fished for you I-phone. You pulled it out. Wow was it already this late? An image of Hiro was on your screen. "Excuse me." You answered it. "Hiro, I'm still in the meeting."

"Still?" His deep voice was annoyed, "I'm out front."

"Why?"

"It's night time." He replied as if you were an idiot.

You nodded and looked back to the two man, "Is there anything else you would like to talk over?"

"Boyfriend?" Manager Jun asked bluntly.

Hiro heard and began to laugh, "She wishes."

You could just imagine the sinister smirk on his handsome features. He would look even more like a real life anime character with his freshly dyed pink hair, "Manager Jun," You look the man dead in his obsidian narrowed stare, "I'm not your concern yet," you reminded in a calm tone. "but no."

"I'm waiting." Hiro remarked then there was the click.

You tossed the phone back in the bag and zipped it back up. You slug it over your shoulder and started to gather your contract. "If that's all for today. It was a nice to meet both of you."

"Don't you want to meet the person you'll be dancing with?" Mr. Park asked. He received another death glare from Manager Jun.

"I'm sure they're busy." you commented as you stuffed the papers back into the envelope, "Please tell them I'm looking forward to working with them."

"I will," Mr. Park promised, "Mr Manager Jun, would you please escort Miss Kang back to the lobby?"

He nodded.

You rounded the table and Manager Jun snatched your duffle bag from you once you were in reach. You were about to protest, but the serious look on his face made you reframe.

You made it out of the building in fifteen minutes. Hiro had his back to you and seemed to be staring off into the city life.

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Serial Kisses. Intro.

Paired with Kai

Genre: Fluffy with some spice

Rated: PG-13 for now

AU Background:

You are a member of an independent co-ed K-Pop group made up of seven members three of which are foreigners. It's name is Legion. Each member of Legion is depicted as a mythical creature. You are the Nine Tailed Fox aka Gumiho. Legion is currently trying to get more traction in Korea. You are three members down because they agreed to get their enlistment over as soon as possible. So you and the other members are trying to do as much as you can to get Legion's name out there. You've received some acknowledgement from your dance videos you upload. Most would know you for your intimidating rap style from Show Me the Money in which you got third place.

Intro,

"Did you really stand in front of the mirror for forty-five minutes just to end up wearing the original black one?" Hiro's deep voice lost some of it's sarcasm as he walked down the hall. "At least keep your hair down." He offered sincerely.

You instantly tugged your long strands of two toned hair into a low professional bun, "Thanks for the advice." You called from the open bathroom door. You gave your reflection one more look over. Minimal make-up, a pencil skirt with a loose button down shirt tucked in. This was as good as your wardrobe was going to allow. You tried to give yourself a small smile before you criticizes yourself out of going. You walked down the hallway that opens up to the main leaving space. "How do I look?"

Rudy's large doe eyes glanced up from her laptop showing off her dark circles, "Dal-Rea," a smile erupts onto her full lips, "do a little spin." Her tired features give into her smile. "Prefect."

Yue sitting across from Rudy at the gyojasang gave you two thumbs up with a mouth full of food. Her shaggy strands of red hair fell into her honey colored eyes while she nods enthusiastically.

Hiro did a slow clap from the pebbled courtyard, barely looking at you as he stretched in the morning sun. "They're still," Hiro paused fumbling with his Hangul, "white tips they are going to see them." His native Nihongo rolled off his tongue so beautifully.

You shrug in a simple 'oh well' gesture, "I'm off." You rushed to the front door and slipped into a set of black heels. You slung a duffel bag over your shoulder and left your family home a Hanok comfortably nestled in Seoul.

*Hanok: traditional homes of Korea

*Gyojasang: A large short legged table used for special occasions or for a large group of people.

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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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Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 3

We’re skipping back to your POV. You’re getting ready for your performance.

A phone screen was shoved in your face, "Dad wants to talk to you." Gun said with a pleased tone. You glanced to the make-up artist who was hiding the pink in your skin with blueish grey, "One moment please," you asked as you took the phone. He nodded and stepped away to give you a little privacy. "Dad?" You asked politely while taking in your transformation. You looked like you had just stepped out of a warring fairy vs. demon manga. Your navy hair was styled in soft beach waves with random braids through out. It was tugged into a half up, half down situation. The purple circle lens weren't only making your eyes itch. They were freaking you out. Your dad's voice ripped you out of your thoughts. "Inez-Mi," his dad tone gave away everything. 1.) He was livid. 2.) He was about to pull out his I'm-in-charge card. 3.) You were fucked. "You are going to do as I say without complain and without faltering even a step." You looked away from your reflection and up to Gun's satisfied face, annoyed. "It wasn't as horrific as Gun had explained." You offered in your defense. "Do not interrupt me!" He yelled. You narrowed your new creepy eyes on Gun and mouthed I'm going to kill you. He got the messaged and took a half step back. "You will offer your gold cuff while making a promise of protection from yourself and others. You will extend your hand and kiss the palm while bowing deeply to JB." "What!" You leapt out of the make-up chair keeping your eyes fixed on Gun, "No." You snapped in English. "The reverse offering is for a Temple not some prick I already said sorry too." "You will do as you are told." He growled in Hangul. "It is arranged." Click. You briefly glanced at the screen to see if he had really hung up on you. Yep. Your eyes returned to Gun. Tears of rage threatened to ruin your make-up. You looked up to the ceiling while extending your hand with his phone in it. He reached out to grab it but You let it slip from your fingers. The loud hollow crunch of metal and cracking of glass might've made you smile in any other situation. "Was that necessary?" Song-I annoyingly high voice demanded. She walked further into the green room tent in her modern take of the Korean Goddess, Hae-Soo. She gracefully sat herself in a chair. You were about to comment on Song-I existence not being necessary when Gun spoke up, "Nyx's eyes aren't used to her contacts." He knelt and snatched his phone off the floor. He expected it carefully as he rose. "It'll take time." "Like everything else," Song-I huffed. Her honey brown eyes fixed on You. Ignoring her, You finally looked at your reflection. Everything was still in place. You sat back in the chair. The make-up artist came back over to finish his masterpiece. It only took another twenty minutes before he was done. He slid the last layer of black liquid lipstick across your pouters lips. "Try not to smile or bump your lips together until it dries," he advised with a smile. You bowed to him in thanks. "Goddess's don't bow to mere mortals," he joked as he stepped aside so You could see your reflection. You completely forgot what he had told you as you took yourself in. Your mouth dropped open. You were unrecognizable. You looked like one of those gorgeous slightly scary fae warriors. The shire navy/purple fabrics which cuffed your wrists and draped up to your shoulders of your Greek Goddess costume caught the light beautifully. Your costume played with the fine line of feminine and warrior. If Xena and Disneys Hades had a baby, it would look just like you. All the gold accents were silver expect the wide hammered cuff arm bracelet. A crescent moon was engraved in its center. You tilted your head side to side to take it all in. Your smile was so white compared to your skin. You suddenly wished you had snap in fangs. Maybe next time. "Don't forget this." You turned to see Minyoung in her Eopsin costume with Nyx's crown in her gold painted hands. Her red gown and hair pin were far more traditional than Song-I’s Hae-Soo. You bent low at the knees to help Eopsin place the crown on your head. It was less of a laurel wreath and more of a delicate silver tiara with a crescent moon dangling just above the middle of your brows. There were deep sapphires and obsidian placed in all the right places. Once it was clipped in, You rose with a soft smile touching your lips, "Thank you." "Five minutes!" A random staff member called. Your purple gaze glanced around the room, "Sayuri (Venus) and Suelin (Mazu) where are you?" Authority deepened your voice. The two missing goddesses rushed into the tent. They exchanged an odd look with Hea-Soo (Song-I). "Please." You motioned for everyone to come to the middle of the tent. "Even staff." Your black gladiator sandals walked to the center of the forming crowd. You couldn’t help rolling her eyes at Hea-Soo (song-i) and a few staff members who stayed where they were. "I want to thank you all so much for your time and energy. Goddess wouldn't exist without your determination, patience, and kindness. I will not let you down!" You called over the hum of excitement forming in the tent. Hea-soo (song-i) stood saying something under her breath and left. You arched a well manicured navy brow in suspicion. But the excitement of the tent spilled over you. "Fighting!" You wrapped your right arm around Mazu (Suelin) shoulders, who grabbed Venus's (Sayuri), who motioned for Eopsin (Minyoung). Eopsin (minyoung) came through the crowd to the center. She let Venus (sayuri) captured her with one arm while the other caught hold of your waist. You bowed forward, "Thank you." You whispered to your members. "Mazu remember to take a long breath on the second chorus." Mazu nodded. Your eyes moved to Venus, "Don't let Hae-soo steal your light." You tried to be firm, but causal. "She isn't our sun." "Two minutes!" You smiled to Eopsin, "Fighting?" "Fighting." They broke the circle with a loud fighting. You led the way out of the tent. The stylist team tweaked all of your costumes as Goddess approached the stage. Hae-soo fell into line at the last possible second. You narrowed your eyes on her. She was going to have to be put in her place. So Stupid, you thought annoyed.   JYP walked past Goddess with a nod of approval. Everyone bowed deeply. He stopped just in front of you. He took in your revealing costume with greedy eyes, "Ready?" He asked plainly. You rose from your bow and met his eyes, "We shall do our best." "Let's hope so." He commented dryly as he scaled the steps and found his mark on the stage. The spot light followed him to where he was standing, "Hello everyone," he smiled. The buzz of the crowd turned into a roar. You looked to Hae-Soo making sure she hadn't run off again. She was still there. "Oh...the sun is setting." JYP's voice took on an awed tone. What an actor, You thought sarcastically as he continued to introduce them. Eopsin, Hae-soo, Mazu then Venus flowed to the stage with a calmness that only experience offered. They spoke to Temple and the press. The staff ushered you to a platform under the stage that would spring you up and out from the darkest part. You were to land in the middle under a beam of purple light. The sun was just dipping under the Han river when a random staff member cued you. A smile took over your features while you crouched down. The mechanics let loose, jolting you up and out. You landed in a super hero stance a few centimeters from the edge of the stage as if the platform was wired to fling you into the crowd.

The crowd screamed with excitement.

You slowly rose to your full height. The purple beam rushed to light your silhouette. You tried to be un-faze, but your heart was suddenly sputtering from fear. "Who dare summon the Goddess of Night and Mother of the most gruesome Monsters?!" You yelled in Hangul to the crowd and whipped around to your fellow members. Venus was under a pink light and Hae-soo was under yellow. They both flinched back scared while Mazu under white stepped forward, "Sister," she slightly bowed, "we summoned you." The other Goddesses followed suit. "Why?" you growled low into your mic. Eopsin's red beam of light shifted as she rose from her bow with a sad expression, "We need you. We need guidance and protection." She stepped forward. "We lost Hera." Venus offered remembering her line. Venus refused to look at you. You walked towards Hae-Soo and stopped just before your beam of light touched Hers. You cocked your head to the side. "A Goddess of the Sun, of Love, of Wealth, and a Queen of the Heavens."  You looked to all the Goddesses with little interest. You turned to the crowd and slowly strolled to the spot where you were supposed to land. "Shall I aid them?" You asked sincerely. "Do they deserve my protection?" You crouched down towards the crowd whispering into your mic. You looked over your shoulder suspiciously to the Goddesses. Temple was cheering yes. ”They do...?" You asked doubtful. Your eyes moved back to the crowd, "What of my Guidance? Do they deserve it?" Temple screamed yes. "As you wish my Temple." You said reluctantly and with such disdain. The music was cued. The five beams of light shot out to the crowd. They landed on random Temples expect Yours. Yours was bulls eyed on JB’s chest who was of course at the back. Luckily the beams were scattered so it didn't look like yours was too deliberate. The stage lights were switched off. You slowly stood up. The other Goddesses exited the stage the way they had entered. The lights were flicked back to life. To an empty stage besides you. You walked to the edge of the stage and did a front flip off. You landed just in front of the barrier. Temple gasped and awed at your little trick. You hopped over the metal barrier with four body guard in tow. They were dress as monsters with gore prostatic and black cloaks covering their clothes. The crowd gladly parted for you, the other Goddess's and their guards on their way to their randomly picked Temples.

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Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 2

POV changes to third person the moment you enter the elevator. 

BamBam stood there a second too long. He couldn't believe what he saw. Gun, A buff, 193cm, grown ass man just tugged a 167cm, navy haired women as if he owned her.  BamBam almost clapped his hands when she took herself out of his grip. Gun seemed unfazed as if this is an on going battle.    BamBam glanced away when he heard the studio door open. His eyes quickly went back to Nyx as the elevator dinged.  She smiled and waved. His did a fan motion with his fingers rather than a wave before the doors shut. "BamBam," Yugyeom's voice caught his attention, "get in here before his head twist all the way around." His feet uprooted at the image of JB turning into the exorcist. He jogged to the door. "So Gun is dick," he announced to no one in particular as he past though the door. He walked in to see Jinyoung ever so slightly shaking his head and making his famous 'off with his head' hand gesture. BamBam looked around and saw everyone was doing their own version of the tread with caution motion behind JB’s back. JB had his angry face firmly in place. His narrowed eyes fixed on BamBam. "What?" BamBam walked out of JB striking range with a sluggish shrug. He made his way to Jinyoung. "What. Does. Nyx. Think. She. Is. Doing." JBs voice was serial killer calm. He turned his attention to everyone. "She hasnt even-." "How are we supposed to know?" Mark cut in.  Jackson flipped his none existing long hair and forced his vocal cords to take on a high pitch, "She probably thinks 'Wow Got7s leader is Hangry or jealy A-F.'" He teased in English, "she did hear you yell at her brother and talk shit on her dad." He added in Hangul dropping his feminine persona. "Wait, Gun is Nyx's brother?" BamBam asked as he sat himself next to Jinyoung. Everyone nodded expect JB. "Her name is Moon Inez-Mi." Yugyeom adds not thinking it was a common last name. BamBam slowly nodded his head connecting the dots. "She's Moon Il-Soo daughter." JB laser glare followed BamBam, "Catch up." JB snapped.  "Hey," Jinyoung voiced calmly. He waited until JB fixed his eyes on him, "he wasn't here. He didnt see." "See what?" BamBam looked to everyone's face avoiding JBs. He leaned forward waiting with a shit eating smile on his lips. Yugyeom stepped into the line of fire ignoring BamBam, "Ah. Why don't you let us know how we're supposed to feel?" His voice had traces of arrogance.  "Whatever makes this conversation end," Mark agreed before JB could curse Yugyeom out. "We still have choreo to go over." he continued leaning off the far wall. He walked to the couch. He causally stretched out on the other side of Jinyoung. He used Jinyoung's lap as a pillow. Jackson crossed his arms around his chest in a relaxed manner. He looked to BamBam, "She landed a badass flip and nearly crashed into Crimson Chin." He laughed at His own joke.  "Wait!" BamBams eyes lit up, "What?!" "Yeah, Gun and JB were having a pissing contest in the hall and Yugyeom had the bright idea to do a flip off." Jackson confirmed. "Nah, nah." Yugyeom smiled, "rewind to when she was going to go kick JBs ass." He laughed. Jinyoung joined in. "You can defiantly tell she is American." Mark made a face up to Jinyoung clearly saying 'seriously'.  Jinyoung shrugged. "Fuck!" JB growled in frustration, "Where is Youngjae?" His eyes went to the door. He was ignored. A disappointed expression took hold of BamBams face, "Shit." He leaned back on the couch, "I miss all the fun." "Maybe if you didn't take forever to get dressed." Jackson voiced with a bit of sarcasm. "Hey." BamBam protested. "I gotta look good." "I. Am. Done. Waiting." JB announced to no one as he crossed the room to the computer set-up. Moments later their new title track pounded out of the speakers. Everyone got up halfheartedly and into position. Everyone's eyes whipped to the door an hour later when it opened. The choreographers assistant walked in casually. An annoyed huff left Jaeboem. His jaw clenched as he felt his anger grow roots around his heart.  "Oh good. You're already warming up." She clapped her hands. Her eyes roamed over their faces. "Where's Youngjae?" Concern touched her kind features.  Jaeboem not only saw them from his peripheral through the mirror, he could feel their energy at his back warning Noona to not go there. His tongue ran against the inside of his cheek and dragged across his bottom teeth. "Exactly." The door whipped open. Jaeboem grabbed Noona's upper arm and yanked her out of the way. Youngjae burst in, "They're indicting her!" His excitement made his loud voice crack. "Mark you driving?" Jaeboem settled Noona on her feet. His dark eyes do a once over to make sure she was okay. Once he was satisficed, his eyes widened in shock at Youngjaes complete disregard of his actions. They then narrowed, "What the fuck is your problem?!" His anger almost forced his voice to raise, but he growled it.  "I'll drive." Noona commented.  "Would you?" Youngjae's expression was elated.  Jaeboem blinked hard as he tilted his head to the side. He was two seconds away from full on punching him.  "Jaeboemah, He doesn't mean anything by it," Noona voiced with a smile on her kind featured face. Her aura changes to match Youngjae’s, "it's not like it'll happen again. I heard if she doesn't turn them around then JYP is cutting Goddess." The 'Whats', 'Huhs?', and 'Are you sures?' filled the room as the guys get wrapped up in her gossip. Jaeboem couldn't careless. He had Youngjae in his sights. "Explain yourself?" He whispered in a harsh tone.  Youngjae tensed up when he finally glanced at Jaeboem.  JB felt a peg of guilt entwined with joy by this. "Huh?" He took a step closer. Youngjae bowed his head slightly, "I had to do a throat therapy session." He commented in a low voice. "JYP said I had to since he thought my voice was off at the last recording session." All the back ground noise died down.  They were waiting to see JB's reaction. He swallowed the harsh words he was about to shoot at Youngjae. He nodded his head slowly. His jaw was still clenched like a vise grip. "Where is the induction taking place?" Noona asked cutting threw the tension. Youngjaes' expression instantly changed. His excitement poured from him. "Han River." He pulled out his phone and flashed it at Noona, "They just posted it on social. It's happening at dusk. Nyx and Goddess will be reverse offering to five lucky Temples!"  "Go have fun." Jaeboem mentioned in a dry tone on his way to the computer. "JB, We all have to go." Jinyoung commented. Everyone agreed.  He tried to ignore them as his hand woke the computer screen up. His fingers stabbed the keys. His eyes refused to glance at them as they scurried around looking for their bags. "Jaeboem-ah," Mark voice was firm. He waited for the death glare. And did he get one. "We're going." He motioned to everyone in the room with a swirl of his wrist and an index finger extended. "Rock, paper, scissors." Mark arched a brow, "I win. You Get a mouth mask and a hat. You win," He shrugged pulling a snap back low in his face, "I'll stay and listen to you bitch." Jaeboem glanced around seeing everyone getting ready for the public outing. His gaze returned to Mark with a nod.  Jackson yelled from across the room rock, paper, scissors as fast as he can.  JB drew scissors. Mark drew rock. "Better get your shit." He smiled and turned to the door, "we're ready." JB's death glare zoned in on Youngjea, "You." He waited for him to look up.  Youngjea didn't dare. He kept his eyes low, "Punish me now or later we all wanna go." "Later." Jaeboem commented as he left the computer and found his favorite black bucket hat and tugged on a black mask. 

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Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 1

This is going to be a tugboat of a love storyline. Your name is Inez-Mi. Your stage name is Nyx. You’re the newest member of an existing K-Pop girl group, Goddess, who happens to be under JYP. You’re replacing the leader who left abruptly and under shh, shh, circumstances. This is my first post so if you have questions/concerns/comments please fell free. 

Sweat ran trails down the curvature of your neck, disappearing under the collar of your plain black T. It clung to your tacky skin leaving nothing to the imagination. Your chest heaved as your lungs were forced to take sharp scorching breaths. You were definitely questioning your sanity as you stared at your reflection and those of your fellow members. You weren't Asian slim. You weren't build for show. You weren't quite athletic either. Nope. You were comparing yourself to the 4'10" to 5'5", 90 to 100lbs, flawless Koreans, Chinese, and Japanese dolls. The instructor snapped his fingers. "Nyx, you're delayed half a step." He voiced annoyed in Hangul. "I'll improve." You breathed. Your smoky gray eyes met his black ones. You lowered your gaze and bowed deeply.  He narrowed his eyes while a hiss of disbelief left his thin lips. Mister Cho had made his disapproval painfully clear. Specially in front of your fellow members and the big wigs.  If it wasn't for your father's reputation and name you would've bounced after two days. But you were a Moon. A daughter of an Idol turned famous producer/Actor who gave his free time to excel a company he was a board member to, JYP Entertainment.  You rose from your bow.  "Again." Mister Cho demanded. Over dramatized groans filled the practice room. A Korean member, Song-I, mouthed a few curses about you being a foreigner and something about choking you to death.  A laugh busted from your pouters lip. You weren't one to flex, but you wouldn't take anything physical from anyone specially Song-I dramatic whiny no having ass.  "Moon Inez-Mi!" Mister Cho yelled. "Are you wasting all of our time?" Your laugh died in the back of your throat at hearing your full name, "No, Sir." You military straightened your spine.  "Everyone dismissed expect Nyx." He growled with impatience, "You stay here until you get it right."  You nodded refusing to get upset. You bit hard on your inner lip until you tasted iron. You waited until everyone was long gone before you let your frustration leave you. Your lungs took in a long stinging pull of air. Instead of trying to break your knuckles against the wall of mirrors, You counted backwards from hundred letting your breath leave your chest slowly.  After a good five minutes, You walked over to the sound system and snatched up the remote. You stabbed the play button. Music pumped out of the giant speakers arranged in the far corners. You started to do the mind numbingly simple steps. You felt like such a sale out to your gender. Women in history fought tooth and nail to not be seen as walking sex and how you were flushing their progress down the toilet.  With every movement your voluminous curves gave way more than your full Asian members.  You needed to talk to your Dad.  You shoved all those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. Listening closely to the music you continued to dance. You sighed at your reflection after dancing to the same track fifteen times. But You finally got the timing right. Your hands found your slim waist. You did a side turn. You stared at your side profile through the mirrors. Your butt and bust were big even with the tight sports wear. You kinda wished you took after your dad more. But your mom's Mesoamerican/north-western European genes were definitely dominate at least in you.  Your eyes were large, circular with smoky gray iris and a deep double lid. Your  skin tone was pale with pink undertones. A body that definitely had a Mexican flare. You did have your dad's full pouty lips, delicate nose and his cheek bones.  You shook your head. "Fuck this." You sighed in English. You weren't ever going to be one of them. Movement caught your attention. You assumed it was your Dad checking in. He did it from time to time making all the other girls swoon. You let out another sigh, before masking your frustration. "Dad, your avid admirer are not here." Your perfect pitched Hangul voice was stinky with sweet sarcasm.  "Dad?"  Through the mirror, your eyes settled on a much younger man. He was handsome in a classic Korean drama way. It was then you noticed a few other guys staring in at you over his broad shoulders. They were all handsome in their own right. Your face went from white to scarlet in your embarrassment. You bowed deeply as you turned to face them. You tried to recall their names. "Please. Forgive my tone." You rose as she spoke in Hangul. K-Drama onyx eyes were cold as he took you in. You forced your expression to stay neutral. "I did not mean to be disrespectful." You tacked on. "Moon's daughter?" The tallest one asked not to you, but to K-Drama who had casually leaned in the door jam.  He nodded slowly with a blank expression, but his eyes were steady and unyielding.  Had you pissed him off before?  "You must need the room." You forced yourself to blink so you wouldn't be staring at their stunning faces. GOT7, you suddenly remembered. "Please excuse me. I will leave you be." You rushed over to the equipment stand and set the remote back.  "I heard you can do gymnastics?" One asked in perfect English.  You glanced over your shoulder and nodded slightly, "I did participate when I was younger." You confessed in Hangul as you turned towards the sound of a masculine voice. Mark. Of course, you would remember the only American other than yourself. Well that was a lie you had a duel citizenship. He slipped past K-Drama and did a front aerial like it was as easy as touching his toes. He landed a few feet away from you.  A smile took over your features as you gently clapped. Your embarrassment started to melt away. You took a good four steps forward and force your body to preform a back flip. You landed it out of pure muscle memory. You even did the proper posture for sticking it. You shook her head at your silliness. "I am Goddess's Nyx." You bowed again. A few loose strands of navy blue hair fell into your eyes and framed your face. You rose to see the members who were in the hall were now in the dance studio. K-drama didn't budge. He was still leaning against the width of the door observing.

Mark's smile could be heard in his voice as he introduced the members that were present. "The one still in the doorway is Jinyoung. Yugyeom is the tall one. That's Jackson."

You slightly bowed your head to Jinyoung and Yugyeom. 

When your eyes moved to Jackson, he did a front flip so strong he landed in the super hero pose. 

A genuine laugh left you as you slow clapped, "I wager your admirers appreciate it extremely." She teased in Hangul.

"You know it." He smiled as he rose from his stance. 

K-drama aka Jinyoung voice killed the mood, "Mark." 

"Hmm?" Mark glanced over to the door.

Jinyoung made the slightest motions that you barely see out from the corner of your eye.

"Are you following me?" You were suddenly distracted by the sting of annoyance in your older brother and New Manager of Goddess, voice as it seeped into the dance studio from the hall.  "Why would I follow you?" A deep male voice countered with venom sharpening his every syllable. "I belong here. You. You're just the spoiled brat to a withered idol who hasn't got it through his thick skull his time has long since past." Jinyoung slammed the door. Not only shutting himself out into the hall, but also silencing the argument.  "I don't know who that is, but they're in for a rude awakening." You dropped your beyond proper Hangul and picked up your American English. You started for the door. "That's our leader." Mark offered slightly annoyed himself.  You stopped in mid-step. "What?" You glanced over to him.  "Let me apology for him. JB and your Father aren't fans of each other." He offered hesitantly.  "It boiled over today." Jackson offered.  Your eyes went to Jackson then to the door while you wondered what had happened between JB and your dad. Everyone loved your dad or so you thought.  A sharp clap gathered all of their attention, "While they finish their yelling contest let's see who can land the most moves." Yugyeom suggested in Hangul, "I'll keep score."  "I'm in." Jackson and Mark said in unison. Their attention moved to you once you didn’t say anything. Jackson started to do a pleading puppy dog thing with his face. Mark smiled the sweetest smile and Yugyeom was laying the aegyo on thick. You playfully rolled your eyes while shaking your head. "The one with the least amounts of completions must purchase ice cream." You challenged in Hangul as you walked to the far side of the room. Sounds of agreement shot into the air.  "Are we to perform the exact combination or a particular combination we have the most success with?" You called over your shoulder. "Best at." They agreed.  "No simple combinations." You shot out in a playfully stern tone. You turned your back to the wall. You only had to wait a few seconds for Jackson and Mark to be next to you. "Ladies before gentlemen." You smiled. You took in a deep breath and made your Nikes do a few quick steps to get momentum. You forced your body to do a roundoff back tuck. You stuck it only to be abruptly face to face with a man who was beyond pissed. Your light eyes quickly took in his features. Two beauty marks above his left eye. His handsome features were set in a brooding expression. You would bet he always looked slightly intimidating. The little girl in you was instantly attracted. Like how you would fall for the rich bad boy in all those mangas you read in your pre-teens.  You saw your brother was shoulder to shoulder with him from your peripheral. Well, as close as a 6'3" could be to a 5'11".  You smiled a polite smile, but blatantly ignoring their combined attitude and turned on the heels of your Nikes. "Who proceeding?" "Inez-Mi." Your brothers voice was firm. "Il-Gun." You turned to face him but continued walking backwards towards Mark and Jackson.  "Its time to go." He spoke in Hangul through clenched teeth.  You didn't stop walking, "Sweet, smooth, satisfying ice cream is the reward." You voiced in Hangul as you felt the wall at your back. You leaned against it in a relaxed pose. You looked to Mark and Jackson then simply motioned for the next one to go.  They didnt budge. You looked to the man next to your brother. You tried to keep your face neutral. His dark gaze locked onto her gray ones. If looks could kill. His kicked out chin and grimacing lips would make anyone with sense scurry.  But did you have any? Nope. Your American arrogance kicked in. "Most honorable Lim Jae-Beom," You said in your sweetest Hangul tone, "you're going to receive lock jaw if you keep clenching your teeth and pushing out your chin like such." Your foreigner feature were set in a concerned expression. Mark, Jackson, and Yugyeom burst out laughing but quickly zipped their lips under JBs murderous stare. Jinyoung disguised his laugh as an awkward cough somewhere out of sight.  "Now!" Gun snapped.  You leaned off the wall unfazed by his anger and started towards them. You turned on your heels but continued to walk backwards "Forfeit means you owe me bubble tea." You smiled speaking English to Mark, Jackson and Yugyeom. Jackson confirmed with a kind expression. Mark flashed his famous smile and nodded. Yugyeom was red from trying to hold in his laughter. You turned and stopped in your steps. You were a few feet from the brooding twins. You bowed to JB and Gun, "It was a honor to meet you and please excuse my disobedience I did not mean to be disrespectful," You slowly rose with a soft demeanor. You turned at the waist slightly and waved goodbye at the guys. You even made a point to wave to Jinyoung who was casually sitting on the couch behind JB and Gun. His view point was perfect, you thought. He could watch everything unfold without being in the line of fire. You went out into the hall but before Gun shut the door behind him. You heard JB’s deep voice ask, "Why is she speaking like she's a descendant of royalty?" He was definitely angry. You laughed walking ahead of your brother. "Inez," Guns voice filled the hall, "this isn't funny." He growled, "Pissing off JB isn't worth the headache nor the ear full you're going to get from Dad. You need to learn your place." You rolled your eyes hard. "I can't comprehend the reason why?" Your voice caught some of his sassy tone. "Your my Guardian when father is not hovering. So would it not be you who receives father's wrath for not keeping me in my quote unquote place." The squeaking of his teeth grinding meant you had gone too far. "It's on Goddess' schedule for you to get ready for a radio interview." He talked through his teeth.  You stopped in your steps until Gun was beside you, "I’m sorry." Your dared a glance up to Guns’ profile. "I did not intend to shove back so hard." An angry smile took hold of his intimidation features. "Dad didn't risk his neck and name for you to fuck this up. You are now the newest member and Leader of Goddess." He started walking so fast that you could barely keep up. "Start acting like it." You wanted to lash out. To scream at him that you had avoided the Idol path with college and spending time in the state's with our mom. But it wouldn't help you. You would come across as whiney, pathetic, and unmanageable. Gun was right, anyways. Their dad found a way to make lemonade out of a scandalous situation. A situation that was being covered up even within JYP Entertainment. Only the higher ups knew what happened and they weren't talking.  All you were privy to was you were Goddess' Hail Mary pass. JYP Entertainment was going to drop the girl group, when your dad made the move to drag his 'multi-talented' daughter into the mix.  You rolled your eyes hard as you remembered the press release.  You were so lost in thought, you bashed into a slim, tall figure as you rounded the corner, "Excuse me," you bowed your head. "My apologies." Your embarrassment was written on your face as your eyes gazed up to a pair of grey, blue irises.  "No," The well dressed man paused once he saw Gun. He sized him up with a cold expression, "Excuse me. I'm late and wasn't paying attention." His voice was lighter than You would have guessed. He bowed while side stepping. "Its all for show." An amused smile tugged on your lips as you spoke English. Your eyes settled on his handsome face as he rose.  "Nyx?" He asked with a spark of recognition in his eye and finger gun pointing at you. You nodded with a kind smile. You thought of Got7 and remembered Mark and Jackson weren’t the only regular English speaker. "Bam Bam?" You countered. You definitely liked how his expression reflect his mood. There was no way he was Korean.  A cocky smirk took over his full lips.  "You might want to count to ten and mentally prepare yourself." You commented with some regret lingering in your voice.  He arched a well manicured brow in confusion while losing his smile. "I might've," you paused thinking of a nice way to say you straight out disrespected his leader, "danced on JB’s last nerve." His full lips broke into a grin, "No worries." He laughed, "we do it all the time-" "BamBam." Gun voiced annoyed clearly ready to get out of here. He bowed his head in the slightest way. You sighed under your breath, "Gun-Hulk Smash." You felt Guns grip on your wrist. You had to resist ripping it out of his hand. You glanced down at your combined flesh. You were unimpressed. You softened your expression when your eyes found BamBam. "I am behind in my schedule as well it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance," you spoke in Hangul as you bowed again. "Good luck."  Gun started walking while pulling you with him. "You too," BamBam smiled a kind smile that reached his eyes. His expression soured at Gun as you was tugged away. Once you two made it to the elevator, you tore your wrist from his grasp. Your light eyes narrowed as you stabbed your index finger into the up arrow. You wanted to say something, anything clever to make it clear he wasn't your guys Father, but nothing came to mind.  The elevator dinged open.  You got in after Gun. You went to the buttons and poked the floor you needed. While the doors were shutting you saw BamBam watching you two. You smiled a polite smile and waved.