Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

Secret (Jaebeom)

Prompt: "Are you trying to scare me because its a halloween party? I asked for your real age and I know its not 194..."

You tried to appear as confident as when you chose to wear the ridiculously tight black leotard and stockings. You walked inside Bambam's house, where the annual hottest Halloween party was being held. You knew Mark would be there, and you had to show him how much he lost when he called you boring and made you walk home alone from your date last night. You weren't boring. You knew how to have fun if you're down to it.

What you're doing wasn't exactly fun. Some people were staring at you in wonder. They must be trying to remember who you were or why the usually bubbly one in the class looked dark and smoking. You were wishing for the smoking part. It would make the goosebumps on your skin worth it.

You finally found your ex in the kitchen, just by the table where you can get drinks. He's with his friends, one of them being the owner of the house, Bambam. They were all wearing halloween costumes, and Mark looked hot in his vampire cape. All of his friends look ridiculously handsome, even the silent guy behind them who's wearing an orange fluffy thing. You didn't see clearly because you already caught Mark's eye.

You pretended not to care and went straight to the drinks, giving him the chance to beg you to come back to him. From the corner of your eye, you saw him put his cup down and walk to you.

"Hey," he greeted casually, as if he didn't cold heartedly watch you cry last night. The evidence made your smokey eye make up darker tonight. "I didn't know you would come."

"I was invited," you answered, leaning back to the table so you could show him how fully unaffected you were by his presence. "I need a night of fun after some douchebag said I have no life. This kind of cute parties are my thing rather than dancing in a club, aren't they?"

Mark smirked. Is he proud of making you feel like the most uninteresting person in the world? What an asshole.

You put your cup down and scanned his friends. You didn't just come here to greet Mark Tuan. No, you had a bigger plan that's why you're showing all your curves and willingly suffering from cold air. You found your target and locked eyes with him. He looked around him before accepting that he's the one you're walking to.

"Hey, you're JB, right?" you asked as you stop in front of the guy wearing a pumpkin costume.

He looked at his confused friends, especially to Mark who seemed to be demanding an explanation. And he looked at you. He must be thinking why a random girl came up to him when everyone fears him. "Uh, yes?"

You offered a handshake which he reluctantly accepted. You didn't let go of him right away; you stepped a little closer so you could whisper to him. "Mr. Song emailed me about your need of tutor in History. I went here to ask you when we should start. I didn't know where else I could find you if not in this party."

You stepped away and found him flustered. As part of the most popular group of boys in the school, you're sure he didn't want his cool reputation be tainted by a failing grade.

"We should talk about this somewhere else," he quitely told you, hoping to keep the topic from his friends.

"Tell me if we'll do it at your place or mine."

You could hear the guys behind you suck in breath. JB turned red because of what you suggestively said out loud.

"No, that's not-" he tried to explain but one of the boys was already giving him a judgemental stare. "It's not what you guys think!"

"Why don't you go ahead and talk to her outside, hyung?" Bambam kindly suggested. You figured he didn't want any fight to start in his house.

JB turned to you with a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and a bit of threat on his face. He grabbed your wrist. "Follow me."