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why are you so cute
Can people stop copying Yugyeom’s Hit The Stage choreo and claim it as theirs??? It’s freaking 2018 and you’re doing it in front of everyone and on a program where Jackson is!!! How stupid must you really be??? Yugy and his crew practiced for TWO WEEKS NON STOP and they didn’t do it so people could go ahead and DO THIS!
So, Jackson told Lay as soon as they stopped performing that it was “copied” (they even used the same song wth), but the front guy still had the nerve to say he had come up with most of the choreo himself. Later, the company credited Yugyeom and said they had done it to show respect to their seniors. LMAO

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yugyeom singing no bullshit by chris brown. mark grabbed the mic cuz the next line goes “you already know what time it is, reach up in that dresser where them condoms is" LMAO
Crashing Monday [I] (Kim Yugyeom x Reader)
PART I / PART II (soon)
Fanfiction
Pairing; Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x Reader
Genre; sci-fi, eventually romance.
Words; 2.495
Disclaimer; I do not own the gif used, and there are no warnings.
Authors Note: Is this weird? Yes, sure. Have I been watching too many 90′s weird romcoms? Yes, sure. Do I know where is this fanfiction leading to? Hell, no.
PD; For Noa, sorry I’m late ♥
Her day. Monday 7.00 am
Your phone started ringing like every morning at the same hour. 7.00 am sharp.
You whined, like every morning, at how evil your phone can be. You woke up and run into the shower. Like every morning.
Water, gel and shampoo. Hair dryer, work clothes, and a fast breakfast. Even faster was the speed you were running at to catch your morning bus.
Your friends and family would say that you are a lucky person. Good job at a good company, great holidays, great salary, a nice flat, a cat, and your looks have only improved since you live the great life of a big city like Seoul.
And sometimes you do feel really lucky, but some other times you simply don’t. There are some days that are just like staying too much in hot water, it makes your skin wrinkle and your body numb, like if there was something out there that you were missing.
You sighed looking through the bus window, it was rush hour everybody trying to get to their jobs or their schools, and an awful crush in the middle of the road. A big black motorbike crashed with a bright red luxury sportscar. Some old woman started chatting about the incident when you decided that you had enough, you hitted the station button and stood by the door to get out there.
As soon as the doors opened you jumped out of the bus, also, you almost jumped on some tall guy making your purse fly away with the crash.
He looked at you in surprise, or at least that’s what it looks like since you could only see his mouth and nose because of the big black cap he was wearing, with a lot of apologies he helped you gather your purse and your things from the floor. Before he left he bowed in a last apology and disappeared. He sure was tall, completely dressed in black, but his clothes seemed expensive.
You were spacing out so much that you didn’t realize how late it was, so you had to run to get in time to job.
As usual at your job it was a busy day, your boss giving you more work than you could handle and your coworkers not helping at all, sometimes you feel that without you this department would fall apart. Not because you were indispensable, but because you were the only one really working.
Lunch break, more work, time to get home. On your way back home you decided having a nice dinner for once, so you entered the supermarket to do some groceries, your head hurt badly and some child’s cry wasn’t helping at all, the cashier looked at you as if you were edible and you just answered with an utterly disgusted face.
You got home, safe and sound, you should have said something to that cashier but instead you just sighed and prepared something to dinner. That headache was everywhere in your head by the time you finished eating, so you no longer postponed the bed time. The last thing you remember about today was closing your eyes with your cat looking at you from the other side of the bed.
His day, Monday, 6.30 am
6.30 am is an awful hour to do anything at all, but he cheerfully woke up that morning. Yugyeom dressed up quickly hearing the rest of his friends already woke. There was some fuss in the kitchen about who ate the last piece of kimchi or some nonsense like that.
He tried to eat his own breakfast not making a sound, because blame usually finds his way.
Half an hour later the seven of them were way the rehearsal room where they usually practice every morning.
One step, two step, the first minutes were always the hardest, dealing with a head half asleep and two feet really quick was always a nuisance at first, but the moment he finds the inspiration he leads the dance without apparently effort.
One step, two step, final step. two hours later they were exhausted and decided to take a break to eat something and prepare for the rest of the day schedule. They played straws to decide which one of them will be the one to go get some snacks to the store. He already knew. It was going to be him.
He is the youngest, and his friends, as older brothers, are always picking on him. But he also knows, he feels lucky to have them, to be with them, to dance everyday with them. Even if sometimes there’s something inside his heart that tells him, like a whisper, that there’s something more that he has to found out.
He had a quick shower and dressed with some clothes he has already left at his locker, a full black outfit.
The youngest run off the building without really looking at his surroundings, only stopping when a bus almost hit him. He sighed in relief, one more step and he will be porridge by now.
At the same time a girl appeared from nowhere,she hitted him on the arm and her purse got the worst part, flying a few steps away from them and some of its content being spilled.
In less than a minute he has said at least fifty apologies, making her laugh at bit, from embarrasment or trying to be polite, but she has a gorgeous laugh. He looked at her just a second but he knew that she was beautiful. He left, almost running again, with a few more apologies.
He entered the store with a huge list of what their friends want to eat, and when he completed the task he left again quickly. They ate together, and laughed together until their manager came in to take them to some photoshoot.
Make up, hair dressing, stylists. Photos and photos, poses and poses. he didn’t dislike it, but having so many photoshoots can be surprisingly exhausting. At the end of the day the seven of them were back at their dorm. Having the rest of the evening free doesn’t mean that he can stop working. it only means more time for his own music, more time for development, more time to find inspiration and such.
He doesn’t remember the time it was, but the last thing he did that day was taking a break from the pc and the composing program. He fell asleep soon, dreaming about music and the next day practice.
Her day, Monday 7.00 am
Your phone started ringing like every morning at the same hour. 7.00 am sharp.
You whined like every other morning, but as soon as you woke up you noticed that something was wrong. Yesterday was Monday, and your phone screen clearly says “Monday” again.
You rolled your eyes, “Great” - you thought - “Now I’ll have to take this to repair or something”.
Without giving it a second thought you ran into the shower and dressed, next stop breakfast and leaving the house for another routine Tuesday. You took the bus as every other day.
It was rush hour, like every morning and by what you were listening there was some accident on the road.
“Another accident?”- you thought. There was a big crash on the road, a big black motorbike crashed with a bright red luxury sportscar. Again. You couldn’t believe the coincidence, did you dreamt all of this? Was it some kind of premonition?.
You stood up hearing some old lady chatting about the accident. You could hear the conversation, it was, word by word, the same you heard yesterday.
You hitted the station button almost in panic, and jumped over the bus, crashing into some guy with a black cap on his head. He apologized and started collecting your things from the floor. You froze, looking at him you froze. He was the same guy than yesterday, the same voice, the same apologies over and over, the same black cap, the same smile.
“Don’t you recognize me?” - you asked, completely chilled to the bone.
He raised his sight and looked at you in awe, by the look in his eyes you knew, he recognised you.
“Didn’t we crash yesterday too?” - you asked again, now both of you frozen and some of your things still spilled on the ground.
“I think we only crashed today” - was his response.
He approached you looking at you as if you had some kind of answer, he looked like he was in trouble, like he was really anxious,an it made you anxious. He was tall, handsome and wanted something from you. You looked away not wanting his intese dark eyes on yours anymore, and that’s when you noticed some guy leaving with your wallet.
You shouted and inmediatly started to run after the thief, leaving the guy in black with some of your things in the middle of the street and a ton of questions.
You couldn’t catch the thief, but a some point he just grabbed your cash and left your wallet in the middle of the street. You tried to go back where you left the other guy but he had left, your things were placed on some bench, but he was nowhere to be seen.
It was the strangest day of your life. You called your office and told your boss for a free day, you weren’t feeling alright, you could feel like you were going crazy, you really needed to rest or an anxiety attack could kill you at this point.
Before you got home you went to a phone repairing store near your house, and told the dependent what was wrong with your phone. He looked at you as if you were trying to tell a bad joke and making him lose time. He showed you his own phone screen.
“It says Monday, because it is Monday, don’t make me lose my time”
Officially, you were going completely crazy. The words of the guy dressed in black echoed in your head “I think we only crashed today” and the way he was looking at you.
Were you…trapped in this Monday?.
You got home, you were so anxious that you didn’t care about your purse again on the floor or your clothes getting wrinkled by lying on the couch. You didn’t know what to do, You didn’t know what to believe. You could feel your head about to explode, you tried to eat something but you were so dizzy and lost that you couldn’t handle it. What was going on. What was going on.
Your last thought of that day was about the black dressed guy. Was he also trapped?. What did he meant?. What was going on?.
His day, Monday, 6.30 am
6.30 am is an awful hour to do anything at all, but he cheerfully woke up that morning. What was really weird was the fact that he was sleeping on his bed, when he remembers falling asleep on the couch.
“Did I sleep walk again, Bam?” - He asked to his room mate.
“What are you talking about?” - His room mate looked at him weirdly.
“I remember falling asleep on the couch last night”
“No. You were playing some game in your phone and fall asleep with your phone on your face” - He laughed - “look, I took a photo” - Bambam said showing his phone.
“Aaaaah, you need to stop taking those embarrasing photos of me!” - He whined.
“Gyeom, your fans will love them when I release this on your next birthday” - said his roommate leaving the bedroom laughing.
He dressed himself thinking that It was weird, maybe he just had a weird dream, yes, sure, whatever.
He left the room to get some breakfast, he could hear some fuss on the kitchen about who ate the last piece of kimchi.
“Again?” - He said - “I bought more yesterday” - he whined.
“Are you kidding me?” - Jaebum looked pissed - “Kim Yugyeom, the last person who bought kimchi in this house was me.I bought it three days ago, and now I want know who ate the piece I was saving.” - the leader stated pointing at him.
“No, no, It wasn’t me” - Yugyeom said approaching the fridge - “But I’m sure I bought more yesterday”
The six of them were looking at him as if he was crazy, and started arguing again. Soon he started feeling something weird inside of him and a big headache growing in his head. “What is going on?”
Half an hour later they left for the rehearsal room in a better room. One step, two step. The same practice, the same mistakes, the same talks, why was everything repeating itself.
When the break time came, instead of playing to choose someone to get something to eat he offered himself.
He ran off of the building after a shower and getting dress. He looked at his phone to find out that the date was exactly the same as yesterday. He started panicking when a girl got off of a bus and hitted him in the arm, and her pursed flyed some steps away. Without thinking he apologized and started collecting her things. But she wasn’t. She was frozen. And she was the same girl as yesterday. Or better said, today.
“Don’t you recognize me?” - she asked.
He looked at her carefully, she looked completely lost.
“Didn’t we crash yesterday too?” - she asked again, now both of you frozen, her things still spilled on the ground and passers-by looking at both of you.
He didn’t know how to respond, he approached her looking as lost as she was;
“I think we only crashed today” - he said.
At that moment some guy started running with her wallet on his hand and she ran after him, leaving him there, standing still but completely lost.
He collected all of the things she left there and placed them on a bench. He didn’t know what to do, or to whom talk about all of this. So he left.
Yugyeom took the long way to the supermarket still dizzy about the encounter, still doubting about what was going on. Did he have a premonition? This day was the strangest thing that has ever happened to him.
He bought the same things he had bought yesterday for his friends and went back to the building, they ate together and left to the photoshoot, he posed as the photographer asked him to do, but his head was somewhere else, it was Monday, but it should be Tuesday.
He was anxious, nervous and his head hurt like hell. He was tired and lost, and all he wanted was to sleep. He tried not to raise any suspicions on his friends so he did the exact same things that he did the last day.
The last thing he thought was about the girl in the bus. How lost she looked. Maybe she would understand. Her “Do you recognise me?” ringed in his head over and over, and was the last thing he heard before falling asleep.
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