#all got7

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The low humming from the upper corner of the ceiling gained more of the focus in your mind when you noticed your arms beginning to clutch together overtop of your chest. Glancing from the AC unit, and then to your bare arms did you see the visible goosebumps scattering. With pursed lips you regretted a short sleeve, but were thankful for the long peachy socks covering at least a bit of your calves. 

Now unable to focus on the phone in your hand, you leaned your neck back into the corner of the couch and makeshift pillow Jaebum’s shoulder had become since sitting down. His own gaze trailed minuscule glances around the screen, thumb scrolling periodically as he finished reading whatever interested him on the kindle app. 

His arms looked utterly unbothered by the cool draft, perfectly covered by the plushness within the dark sleeves of his hoodie. You recalled him tugging it on over a thin long sleeve before leaving the hotel room, and also the comment leaving his lips that you should bring along some type of jumper as well. You had said something about it being sunny, and at his fingertips prodding into the side of your waist the idea of grabbing the jacket in your suitcase was replaced my a quick yelp and taking hold of his hand as you left through the doorway.

The precarious situation Jaebum entered into was one he wasn’t sure how to immediately react to. There were a lot of ways to start, but between scanning from you mixed into a mess on the floor with the youngest two doing their best to tickle– looked more like wrestle– and his hands preoccupied with the food he’d unwittingly had to go collect from the chicken place five miles away, he was at a loss. Besides, even if he was a bit irritated by the placement of their hands on you, he couldn’t help but stifle back a humored smirk at the whole thing anyways.

“I’m back,” He announced into the paused scene, as if it weren’t obvious. Youngjae was covering his mouth from laughter, and Jackson was already starting to blab nonsense about how he tried to stop them– shoving his phone back into his pocket from being suspending in space to, what Jaebum thought, film the ordeal, and Mark was focused solely on collecting the bags of takeout from Jaebum so he could start eating.

“Yeah, welcome back.” You huffed, sending a kick to the frozen Yugyeom who’s hands had just now left your ribcage as he winced, clutching his abdomen. “Now please fucking help me.” 

“Any excuses?” Jaebum simply began, that smirk, somewhere annoyed and entertained by the members dumb choices, overtook his expression, as he wasted little energy to grip onto Bambam’s collar when the younger man tried escaping.

“She beat us at Wii sports.” Yugyeom’s voice pitched up, a ridiculous amount of forced innocence in each syllable as he tried to soothe over his leader’s clearly unamused disposition. Jinyoung finally made noise from his spot on the nearby armchair to begin laughing at the unnatural tone, while you rolled your eyes and sat upright on the couch. A short moment was taken from Jaebum to note your disheveled hair, and pouting lips before you crossed your arms after hearing the lame excuse. Cute. “Hyung-”

“Nope.” He simply cut of Yugyeom, sending a firm pat to the back of his neck, meanwhile Bambam said something about calling the police. “Both of you can’t touch her. Rules.” 

“Ah, but Y/N-noona loves me too.” The level of bravery Yugyeom had in uttering the words and then going right back into hugging onto you was somewhat admirable to be fair. You nibbled on your lip to stop yourself from laughing at his overdramatic antic, but Jaebum was not so amused. Bambam slipped away once he noted the grip on his shirt collar was released, and spared no time to go hide in the kitchen.

“Yugyeom-ah,” The words weren’t truly threatening, especially since Jaebum knew the younger one was just joking. Nonetheless, Yugyeom finally began biting his own lip with trying to maintain his playful grin. “My girlfriend.” 

You smiled softly, glancing from Jaebum whose arms were now crossed over his chest, to Yugyeom who seemed to be mentally figuring out if this joke was about to go to far. You giggled as his arms eventually dropped from you, and his chin left your shoulder. 

“Ehh,” He pouted, standing up, “You steal her too much, hyung.” As Jaebum’s arm moved to send another pat to the back of his neck, before pausing before even getting halfway, Yugyeom shielded himself with his arm, but still laughed, “Okay, okay.” He admitted defeat, choosing to hop over the couch on his path to the kitchen rather than cross paths with his somewhat possessive hyung. 

“Cute.” You said softly as Jaebum simply dropped down to sit beside you on the couch.

Requested: Long-distance texts with Bambam!