Chapter 38~ Better Oppas

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While you were eating some chocolate ice cream while watching BamBam and Yugyeom compete on a video game, Jackson approached you.

"Say cheese!" He stated before he took a picture of you and him while you were still eating the delicious ice cream. 

@jacksonwang852

GOT7's eight member is here! @bts_twt

(picture of you and Jackson)

"And, tweet!" Jackson exclaimed before posting the picture on Twitter.

Jackson put away his phone and threw his arm around your shoulder. You pulled the spoon out of your mouth and placed it in the cup of ice cream.

"Did you tag the BTS twitter account?" You asked and faced Jackson.

"Yeah, why?"

"Pabo! The members will definitely see your post." You stated.

It took Jackson a few minutes to understand. "Oh, oops." He chuckled awkwardly.

You just shook your head before continuing to eat the ice cream. The damage has been done.

Speaking of BTS, the members seemed to have escaped hell.

Their van has ran out of gas, clothes crumpled, distress taking over them.

They lost you.

They only found out once they gathered in the dining room in the dorm.

While they were basically roaming around the whole big ass city of Seoul, all their phones received a notification.

They looked at each other before taking out there phone to see Jackson had tagged them.

And what they saw, boiled their blood.

"Hoseok, drive." Seokjin immediately ordered and Hoseok complied.

***

While you and the GOT7 members were chilling, you all got startled by the someone banging on the front door.

"WANG, OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"

You and the GOT7 members looked at each other then at Jackson.

Jackson sighed before approaching the front door while you hold in your laugh.

Taehyung and Jimin had to peel off Seokjin off the door to avoid him destroying it by how strong he was banging on the door.

Jackson opened he door. "Hey gu—" Jackson was cut off when Seokjin pushed him out of the way and entered the dorm, the other members following behind. "Jeez, why so harsh." He mumbled.

"WHERE TF IS MY CHOI Y/N?!" Seokjin yelled.

"Here." Seokjin softened when he heard your smol voice in the living room.

The members entered the living room and there they saw you sitting on the couch.

"Oh my Y/N!" Namjoon whisper-yelled as he came and picked you up and hugged you.

After a few minutes, Jackson faked a cough. "Okay this is really sweet but  also a little cringe." As soon as Jackson said that all the members (of BTS) glared at him while you hold in your laugh, still in Namjoon's arms.

Namjoon let go of you as the other members attacked you with hugs.

"Okay, let me get this fucking straight." Everyone was surprised to see Seokjin swearing. "How the fuck did Y/N end up here?" He asked sternly while glaring at each member of GOT7.

"Well, we sorta got her from Music Bank." BamBam started as the hyung line (of BTS) turned their heads towards him as BamBam lowered his head and hid behind Mark. While you were still Jungkook's arms.

"But but.." Jaebum said, getting everybody's attention. "We didn't intend to kidnap her, if that's what your thinking. We just brought her here because she was alone at the hallway for an hour or so." Jaebum explained while Jinyoung (who was behind him) gave him a high five.

The BTS members were from confused to guilty real quick.

"I've been waiting for you guys outside my waiting room." You said while pouting.

"Oh we're sorry sunshine." Hoseok said as he attacked with another tight hug as you giggled and said it was okay.

Soon after, BTS and GOT7 just hang out before you and the boys bid your goodbyes and went back to the dorm.

You cuddled till you all fell asleep.

You missed this.

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR SUPPORTING THIS BOOK <33

But this book has finally came to an end. But don't worry, just like I said, there will be a new and (hopefully) a better BTS 8th member book that I will be publishing. Thank you for the love and support on this book!

Author-nim, out.





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