#got7 la

My friend got some tickets for Got7 in LA, but one of her friends ended up getting some as well so now she’s trying to sell her’s. If you are interested at all they are:

P4 Sec: 236 Row: 10 Seat:15

Looking $246 for the two tickets

If you would like to inquire about them, please let me know through DM and I will connect you to my friend and you can talk about the tickets and price :)

Requests:

Can I request 14 with Jackson please

14 w jackson? Pelase?

14) You are seated next to your bias on a plane

Member: Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: Fluff

You curled and uncurled your tense fingers, gripping tight to the arm wrests on either side of you. The plane hadn’t taken off yet, but you were dreading the initial feeling of being lifted from the ground and into the air. 

You looked around with nervous eyes and bit on your lip softly. No one else seemed to be even the slightest bit concerned with the situation. Husbands talked calmly to wives, business men fiddled with stock options on their laptops, Jackson Wang sauntered down the aisle.  

You paused for a moment, furrowing your brows as your mind went over the last part of that thought. 

Jackson. Wang. Sauntered. Down. The. Aisle. 

You tilted your head, taking in his muscular frame, a loose t-shirt hanging from his chest. He ran a tired hand through his disheveled hair, tugging on a baseball cap shortly after.  His eyes searched the rows, confident in his direction. 

You had been an unapologetic Got7 fan for years now, falling into their style of Korean pop shortly after their debut. Your family didn’t necessarily understand why you were so interested in music from the other side of the world, but you didn’t care. The beats, rhythms, and words spoke to you more than most western music could. Korean pop, and Got7 by extension, had brought immense happiness to you, and you wouldn’t shy away from that pride. 

For a moment you thought you were dreaming. You held your breath as he approached your row, eying each person, and granted a kind smile to those who returned his eye contact. You felt your own creepiness emanating as you continued watching him, unable to stop yourself. His face wore slight stubble and he was bare of any makeup. You were sure he was self conscious in this state, but you thought he looked incredible. 

He glowed. He radiated. He shone. 

“Sorry, I think I have the window,” he said lowly to the woman sitting to the left of you in the isle. 

Upon entering the correct terminal, you were aware that your plane was sold out. You had some idea, as only middle seats were left when you booked your ticket, but held out hope that you’d be able to switch your circumstances upon arrival. You now silently screamed to you past self as the isle seat woman nodded, moving to allow Jackson into the row. You nodded as well, creating a small pocked of room to allow him to slide by, landing with a plop in the window seat. 

I just want to say thank you to my mother, you rehearsed silently in your head, your eyes nearly tearing up with happiness. For giving birth to me and allowing me to live in this moment. I want to say thank you to God, for giving me life in a day and age when Got7 exists. I want to thank Ms. Hainey, my eighth grade biology teacher for teaching me that dreams do come true…

“Sorry,” Jackson said quietly as you took your spot again. 

You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. You were unsure if you’d actually be able to use your voice to speak at any point of this flight. It was too much strain and you knew you were choked up by emotion. 

As you settled down once again, you actively tried to avoid Jackson’s presence, looking anywhere but at him. The longer you ignored, the more aware you became. It was almost as if he begged for attention without begging at all. You averted your gaze, quietly gasping to yourself as the rest of the members of Got7 struggled onto the plane. You furrowed your brows, reflecting on where you were going. 

Home. You cursed at yourself. You were a lousy Got7 stan.  You had been studying for exams, and were now on the flight back home to visit your family for the holidays. You knew Got7 had been doing a US tour, but you didn’t have any idea of the schedule. All you knew was that as soon as you landed, you and your friends would prepare for their concert, which would be the next night.

You looked up again, sighing as each member encountered a stranger with an embarrassed smile, trying to sidestep their way into their respective seats. Some of the members had snagged seats together, while others like Jackson had to make due with being separated. Jinyoung grinned broadly at Jackson as he squeezed into the window seat directly in front of us, spitting rapid fire Korean as he went. Jackson let out a loud and cackling laugh, nodding at Jinyoung’s brief words. 

“Um hi,” you said shortly, not being able to contain yourself any longer. You winced at the simplicity of your statement and waited for Jackson to acknowledge you. 

“Hi,” he smiled, unwinding his headphones from around his phone. The flight was only a few hours and you knew he would probably sleep. He deserved to after his schedules. 

“I um…I just wanted to say…” you began quietly, trying to recall any rehearsal of any speech you had prepared for this type of situation. You took a deep breath before beginning to speak again, attempting to calm your nerves. “I’m a huge fan. I’ve listened to Got7 since you’ve debuted…and I want you to know how wonderful and hardworking you all are.” 

Jackson’s face, which had initially been covered with confusion, slowly eased into a wide smile, his ears turning red from the attention. 

“Really?” he gasped, his tone had completely changed from the quiet man he was only moments before. 

“Really,” you nodded. “I’m actually going to your show tomorrow night. Ahgase are really happy with you Jackson. You’ve grown into a man we can all be proud of.”

“No, no,” Jackson said quickly. “We’re proud of ahgase. We’ll grow and get even better to match how amazing you all are.”

He smacked the back of JInyoung’s seat excitedly. Jinyoung turned, shooting Jackson a weary glare and pulled his earbuds from his ears. “Hm?”

“She’s an iGot7!” Jackson gasped, motioning to you.

Jinyoung smiled kindly. “Thank you for supporting us.”

“Thank you for giving ahgase wonderful music,” you nodded in return. You beamed with satisfaction at yourself. Not in a million years did you think you’d ever be able to say anything like that to the men you had loved and cherished from afar. 

Jinyoung nodded again, slinking back into his seat and returning his headphones. Jackson continued to smile at you, something you could only associate as disbelief on his face. 

“I just wanted to let you know…how loved and appreciated you are,” you nodded. “Now that I’ve said that, get some rest. You deserve it.”

Jackson’s jaw dropped with a small laugh as he continued to look at you. He had never had the privilege of riding along side a fan before. The managers and coordinators for the tour usually managed to block them off sections of the plane so they could be given privacy, but with a previous flight cancellation, they had to accept what they could find. He couldn’t have been any more happy than to be placed beside a fan. 

He continued to watch you as you readjusted, looking away from him and up to the flight attendant who was addressing some safety procedures. The plane began slow forward motion, triggering you to once again grab tightly for the arm rests on either side of you. 

“Hey,” Jackson cooed softly. “Are you alright?”

“Not a huge fan of flying,” you muttered, keeping your eyes locked shut. “Lift off, turbulence, landing…not things I generally fantasize about.”

Jackson giggled, shaking his head as he placed his large hand on top of yours. You slowly opened one eye, then the other as you analyzed the situation before you. He lifted your hand from the rest slowly, intertwining your fingers. “It’ll be alright…what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you squeaked out. You were surprised by how soft his hands were. You had never really thought about how exactly his hands would feel, but you didn’t think soft would have been the first descriptor. 

“It’ll be alright, Y/N,” he nodded. “It’s okay to be scared. Being scared means you’re about to do something brave.”

“Flying isn’t brave,” you muttered, shaking your head. “It’s the most convenient method of transportation.”

Jackson tilted his head, a small noise of indignation falling from his lips. “Flying isn’t brave? Have you not heard the concepts for our past two albums.”

You bit your tongue and grimace. Good job, Y/N. 

“Flying, literally or figuratively, is brave,” Jackson continued. “Humans weren’t meant to fly, but we do it anyway.”

“You’re right,” you croaked, your eyes sealed shut again as the plane bumped along the runway, attempting to lift into the sky. 

“Of course I’m right,” Jackson giggled. “We didn’t write two albums for nothing.”

You chuckled as well, trying to tell yourself to loosen your grip on Jackson’s hand. You had to be nearly breaking his fingers by now. As the flight eased into the sky, you found yourself slowly opening your eyes again and looking over to Jackson. His gaze hadn’t left your direction in the entirety of takeoff and he smiled as you finally became less tense. You let out a deep breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding and looked over to the woman on the opposite side of you. She was in her mid to late sixties and smiled kindly in your direction. 

“Nervous traveler?” she nodded. You suddenly became aware that she had been watching you almost as closely as Jackson had. 

“A bit,” you nodded, your hand limp in Jackson’s still. You were scared to move it and break contact. If it was an inconvenience, surely he would retract his fingers from the situation. 

“At least you have your boyfriend,” she smiled, her hand instantly flying up to her mouth in embaressment. “You two are dating, right?”

“Oh, I - we-” you stuttered as Jackson leaned over so he was able to look at the older woman as well. 

“We are! We just made our three year anniversary,” he grinned, shooting a wink at you. You hissed in amusement, unable to believe him. 

“You two make a very pretty couple,” the older woman gushed. “I wish you lots of happiness for the future.”

“Thank you,” you managed, trying to keep an attack of laughter from escaping your lips. 

The woman nodded again, lifting her book to signify the end of your exchange. You looked back over to Jackson who leaned into his seat, a large grin on his face. 

“She’s not wrong,” Jackson whispered. “We are a pretty couple. Mostly because of you though.”

“Jackson Wang,” you muttered, more as a warning than a statement. 

“Really! Ahgase are the most beautiful people any of us have ever seen. But you…you’re something else,” he grinned. “You said you are going to the fan meet?

“I am,” you nodded. “P2, so I’ll be seeing you again.”

“Good,” he nodded, squeezing your hand lightly. “I can’t wait to see that pretty face more at ease on the ground.” 

GOT7 FLY IN LA. THE NOVO 2016

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