tw: slowburn, eventual smut, cursing, stunts, drama. STORYLINE IS NOT ACCURATE AT ALL. do not flame me when something that happens in 2010 happens in 2000. its for the plot, trust.
chapter word count: 3.3K
ur brother bam gets renewed for another season of jackass and hes in cali for it. MTV says they want u in it. he send you a ticket and u go and meet his friends in real life. they are cool they pull pranks on you and you slowly get feelings for the big JK, johnny. but you don't realize that johnny feels the same way.
will there be drama? will this mess up the show? best part is
idk what will happen this is being made by the readers. i have a little poll at the end of each chapter. :3
December 3rd, 2000
My brother mostly called for help on his new show, Jackass. Calling to ask if I had any ideas or if I could help plan over the phone. Bam, Jess, and I always messed around as kids, doing crazy stunts and trashing the house. We constantly got yelled at. Thankfully, I was the princess of the house and the youngest, so the boys got most of the blame.
It's been about a year since the show started. It's now getting a renewal for season two. Shocker. When they finished shooting season one, Bam called and told me that he didn't think it was even going to air, something about the producers for MTV saying it was a little too much for TV. They did shoot some stuff in Pennsylvania; well, Ryan and Bam did, but I was off in Jersey spending time with a friend, so I missed it. Bam had called asking if I wanted to join them.
Now, almost a year later, I am sitting in my new apartment that my parents helped pay for. They loved me, but seeing as Bam and Jess were out of the nest, it was time for me to start flying as well. I went down to the lobby that morning to check my mailbox and didn't get to open any of it until now. Bill, bill, bill, another bill, letter? Nobody really sent me letters other than my friend Riley. She was studying in Paris; she only sent a letter every couple of months. She didn't want to pay extra for international calls. She was just as much of a broke college student as I was. I was in between majors. I couldn't choose. One day, I wanted to be an artist: the next day, a teacher. So I settled on getting an AA degree until I figured it out.
I examined the envelope; there was no return address or name. Weird. Whoever sent this doesn't want a letter back? I opened the letter and began to read it.
God. His handwriting is ass. Yeah. Thanks for the 3-day notice. I don't even know how long I'll be there for. What the hell, Bam. Ugh.
I pull out the ticket and read it.
BOARDING PASS FOR Y/N MARGERA
PHL -> LAX
DECEMBER 07th, 2000
ONE-WAY FLIGHT 427
One-way? How long was I staying? I walked over to the couch, sat down, and grabbed the phone. I called his cellphone. Hopefully he still has one; he probably broke it during a stunt already. I remember the day he got it. It was after his first paycheck from MTV. He was so excited. He bought a Nokia cellphone, the newest one. It was almost 400 dollars. He insisted it was an investment; he could call anytime if there was an emergency. Of course, everyone agreed.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang again. Finally, I heard his voice.
"Hello?"
"Bam? Did you send me a ticket to Cali?" This has to be a prank? It was just such short notice. I need to prepare, pack, pay bills, obviously.
"You know I can't just up and leave? I'm behind on bills. I got so much work to do for class-" I tried to explain, but he cut me off.
"Pleasee? You'll make a lot of money. PJ wants you here for this season. He's writing you a contract right now. When you get here, you can pretty much add anything on it. MTV agreed to have you in. But they probably only want you for the sex appeal." He laughed. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
"Knoxville wants me there? That's funny. I've never even met him in person." I've seen him on the show, duh. I've talked to him on the phone a couple of times to help with stunts. Well, more like give them pointers on how to not die but also stay entertaining.
"I've talked to him on the phone a few times..."
Bam laughed. "Yeah, exactly. See? You already fit in."
I rolled my eyes. "I still can't just leave. I told you. I've got rent due, classes, work—"
"I'll take care of it."
"...What?"
"I said I'll take care of it."
"Bam, you can't just—"
"I already talked to Mom and Dad. They'll help with your rent while you're gone, and I'll pay 'em back. I've got a plan. Please just trust me."
"Fine." I sighed. "You've helped us since day one without getting any credit. It's your turn." He replied. It would be fun to do stupid stunts with my brother again. I've seen him in forever. It can't hurt to take a risk. Worse comes to worst, I just come back afterwards. I looked back down at the one-way ticket in my lap. Still, the whole thing sounded insane.
"...How long am I gonna be there?"
"No clue."
"Bam." I groaned. At least give me an estimate.
"Pleaseeeee.." He pleaded
"...Fine."
"I'll see you Friday."
"Whatever."
The line clicked dead.
I set the phone back on its cradle and looked around my tiny apartment. I sat there for another minute, trying to process what I'd just agreed to. I put my head in my hands and sighed. I have three days to pack. I don't know what I'll need. What am I going to wear? Do I need to bring professional outfits? This sucks.
I hurried to my bedroom and yanked my old duffel bag out from under the bed. Clothes flew across the room as I started making piles. Shoes, pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, dresses, and pretty much everything I could fit in my bag. I paused, looking at the growing pile. "What the hell do people even wear in California?" I grabbed a couple of band shirts. I threw them in the pile along with everything else. I went into my bathroom and started packing what I could in there. Toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, hair ties, jewelry - again, anything I could fit in the bag was going in the pile.
By the end of the night, my apartment looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Half my closet was stuffed into two bags; I ended up finding one in a storage closet. I was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through all my bills, writing checks to send out by Friday. I don't want to cause mom and dad too much stress with these bills. I smiled as I was finishing the last check, slipping it into the envelope; I was going to be on TV. I was so excited. I was finally going to meet the people my brother had been trying to kill himself with.
As I put them on my little entryway table, my stomach twisted with a mix of fear and excitement. I was going to be in California in a few days! But I don't really know anybody there. Then again, it's a fresh start! I'd probably meet a lot of famous people. They are going to be shooting in West Hollywood. I took a shower to calm my nerves. I wasn't going to stop feeling this way until I got there and got comfortable. I knew that. I got out of the shower, threw on my bra and underwear, and then dug around for an old baggy T-shirt. I turned on my alarm for 10 am. I need to finish a couple of things before Friday.
December 07th, 2000
BEEP BEEP BEEP
My alarm shrieked. Too early. It's like 9 am.
I jump up. Oh my god, 9 AM. I've got to be at the airport by 11. Fuck. I roll out of bed. As I'm walking to the bathroom to get ready, I get a knock at the door. I rush over, tripping over myself in the process. I peek through the peephole. My mom and dad, April and Phil. I sigh. I unlock and open the door.
"My baby!" My mother cries out, excitedly, while going in for a hug. My father rolls his eyes and smiles. "I can't believe you all are gone! Phil and I are going to be so lonely." She says as she pulls back from said hug. I step to the side to let them in. Dad looks around for a second before turning to me. "Looks like a Tasmanian devil ran through." He laughs. I look around at all my stuff thrown around the room. "I had three days to get ready. I had to rush." I chuckled. Mom walked around and started picking things up and organizing. " Mom, don't worry about it. I'll get it when I come back." I said, walking to my bedroom so I could get ready to shower.
"What if you don't come back?" She said, still cleaning.
I looked back into the living room, confused. Dad nudged Mom; she stopped and her tracks and corrected herself. "Well, I mean, of course you'll come back. I just mean, uh, you'll be gone for a while. You don't want to come back to a messed up place." She continued as I walked back into my bathroom to get ready. "I'm jumping in the shower!" I hollered out the bathroom door. I got in and started washing my hair. That was weird. I sighed. Bam is probably trying to set something up so I can stay in California. He always hated being away for too long. My family was very protective of me. My brothers called any and every day they weren't busy. My parents called every other day.
I finished up in the shower. I don't have too much time; I have to be at the airport around 11:30ish. I have to make it. I threw together an outfit with the clothes that were already out. Black lace cami was the first thing I saw. I want to throw something over it. Hm.. I looked around my bedroom. Bingo. Pink plaid short-sleeved shirt. I kept searching; I still needed pants. I found a pair of low-rise jeans in a pile near my bed. Clean? Hopefully. I walked back into the bathroom and started putting the clothes on, obviously. I looked up at the outfit; I think this would be an okay first impression outfit. The plaid shirt was perfectly cropped; I only buttoned one of the buttons. The lace cami underneath wasn't cropped but was short enough to show a little bit of my belly button. The jeans were fine. I just can't bend over in them, or everyone's getting flashed. I leaned over the counter and did a little bit of makeup. Mascara, eyeliner, and some gloss.
I walked back out into the living room. My mom and dad were still waiting. "Are you guys taking me to the airport?" My mom looked up from the magazine she found lying around, my dad not looking up from the crossword book he carried around. "Yeah, we wanted to be able to say goodbye before you left." My mom said, getting up and slipping her shoes back on. I was at the kitchen table making sure I had everything. When I concluded that I indeed had everything, I grabbed a pair of Converse I had lying around and slipped them on. My dad finally got up, grabbing his key and putting his own shoes back on. "Are we ready to rock and roll?" I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Yep. I've got everything." I said, walking out, my parents behind me. We waited near the elevator as Mom locked the door to my apartment. "Well, even if you don't, it wouldn't kill us to come back and get it and mail it out to y'all." I nodded.
We walked through the lobby and to the car. I packed my stuff and jumped in the backseat. The whole car ride to the airport was just us retelling old stories from when the boys and I were kids.
"Oh my god, do you remember when we got grounded for painting the living room neon green, and Bam and I pushed Jess down the stairs in a laundry basket?" Mom started cracking up. "Yes! You guys were some bad-ass kids," She giggled. "I think every gray is from you guys." I laughed. "Probably." She shook her head. "No! Definitely!" She laughed.
We finally arrived at the airport. Dad drove around looking for a parking spot. Every time Mom pointed one out, someone would take it. He eventually got one. Dad got my bags out of the trunk, and they both walked in with me. I was so nervous. I had my ticket in my hands. I was shaking and sweating. It was obvious. Mom rubbed my shoulder as we looked for a seat to wait for the plane. I looked at the time. 10:30. Early, but at least I'm not late. We continued to talk. They told stories, some of them I barely remember. I told them my ideas for some of the stunts when I get to California. I told them about the times I talked to the other members of Jackass over the phone. I was so excited to meet them in person. I told Mom how I thought each person was going to be based on our previous conversations.
"FLIGHT 427 IS READY FOR BOARDING"
My heart sank. I don't know if I'm ready for this. Dad pushed my shoulder a bit. I looked over at him. He smiled. "You gotta take chances, honey." I looked down at the ticket and stood up. I grabbed my bags and walked off to the terminal. I stopped and looked back. I ran back to Mom and Dad. I pulled them into a hug. I cried. I'm scared to leave. Dad pulled back. "You can't look back. You have to leave the nest. You have to explore and discover things about yourself. We will be here when you want to come back." I nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and nudged me off a bit. I know it was lovingly, but I can't bear to leave my family. Bam is also my family. I'll be going to him. I slowly walked backwards and to the terminal. I waved to my parents. They waved back. This was terrible.
I was finally on the plane. I walked through and looked for my seat. The whole row was empty. I sat in the window seat and waited for someone to come sit down. Nobody did. I had a whole row to myself. Goddamn Bam. I probably look like the biggest douchebag. These people probably think I paid for a whole row for myself. The stewardess went through all the safety protocols, and the plane took off. This ride is 6 hours long. I'm going back to bed.
"Miss? Excuse me?" I jump up and look over to the voice. A tall, skinny, blonde lady in a uniform. The flight attendant. "Yes?" I said, wiping the little bit of drool off my face and fixing my hair. "The flight is over. Would you like some help getting your stuff?" I looked out the window; the plane landed. It was getting dark outside. I looked at the time on the screen in front of me. 6:47 pm. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I barely slept last night. I'll get my stuff; I got it." I jumped out and started to get my things out of the overhead bin. She giggled. "It's okay! I get it. I don't get a lot of sleep with this job, so I, like, totally get it." I smiled at her, bringing my stuff down to the ground and walking out of the plane to the lobby of the airport.
I walked through the halls alone. It was quiet and dark. Why weren't there any lights on? Maybe one or two in the whole hallway were on. I started to walk slowly through the hall. This was scary. The lights suddenly turned off. It was dark. No noise. I didn't know where I was to begin with, and now I basically have no vision. I started to hug towards the wall. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four- I run into something and stumble back. My free hand that wasn't holding any bags moves up to feel whatever I ran into. It's not a wall? It's soft? Like a body. Oh my god. It's a body.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm trying to fin-" I start apologizing
The lights turn back on for a split second. I was able to get an okay glimpse of this person, and my heart nearly stopped when I looked up at their face. It was like something straight out of a nightmare. The skin looked horribly burned and scarred, twisted and melted in places with deep, angry red wounds. It was vomit-inducing. Their eyes were sunken deep in dark shadows, staring at me with a cold, merciless glare. The person was bald; the scars and burns went across their whole head. Their mouth was stretched into a cruel, jagged grin, revealing blackened, uneven teeth that seemed to sneer right at me. I couldn't tell if it was real or not. It didn't matter anyway. My fight or flight kicked in. I shrieked. I lifted one of the bags in my hand and swung with all my might.
"Ow! What the fuck!" I ran past the person, looking for the exit into the lobby.
When I turned the corner, there was someone at the end. It was a small body at the end of the hall in front of the exit sign. I went to run back the other way I came, but I was met with the same face again. I was closer this time. It kind of looked like...a mask? What the fuck is going on? I saw a little streak of light coming from a door behind him. I looked backwards at the creature in the corner. He wasn't moving. I looked back at the man in front of me and swung again. This time he caught my arm.
"Stop hitting me! It's just a-" I didn't let him finish. I lifted my leg and kicked him between the legs. He doubled over in pain, groaning.
"Fuckin' bitch."
The small frame behind me started laughing. I ran to the small light. The door swung open in my face; I stopped before it hit me. The light in the hall came back on. Bam walked out the door, smiling. "I told you guys you would get hurt." He laughed. I was so confused, still shaking. I looked behind me. Jason was standing in front of the door, laughing so hard he was turning red. In the middle of the hall was Dave, on the ground, unable to breathe. Sorry.. I looked back at Bam and nudged him.
"What is wrong with you guys? I almost had a heart attack."
I watched as everyone came out of their hiding spots. Crew members and cameras surrounded me. Everyone was laughing, the hardest, Johnny. I saw him, and my heart fell to my stomach. He looked so attractive. I mean, I've seen him on TV. I've seen pictures. I've talked to him on the phone. But none of that compares to how he looks in real life.
We walked out to the lobby, letting the film crew pack up their stuff. Everyone re-introduced themselves.
"Hey, we should go for drinks!" Stephen exclaimed, trying to get everyone riled up. Dave declined, saying he had to rest because of what had just happened a couple of minutes ago. "I'm so sorry, Dave." I apologized, following him to his own car. He chuckled. "It's fine, Y/n. I've been through worse." I nodded and let him get in the car. Ehren and Chris passed on the offer as well, getting in the car with Dave. I waved to them, saying goodbye. "We'll see you sometime tomorrow," Ehren said while rolling up the window. "Okay." I smiled and walked back to the sidewalk with Ryan, Bam, Stephen, Johnny, Jason, and Preston. Jason and Preston walked to their own car, saying the same thing. They were tired and wanted to get back home. We watched as they all carpooled away. I turned back to the others.
(this is unedited please let me know about any errors! thank you!)
mini cliffhanger! do you think y/n is going to go for drinks? or is she going to go home and rest?
(let me know how you felt about this chapter in the comments!)
A) home obvi
B) lets go get crunkkk
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Darth Maul/Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Darth Maul, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, Other Character Tags to Be Added, CT-5597 | Jesse
Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Canon-Typical Violence, Aged-Up Ahsoka Tano, Touch-Starved, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Age Difference, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Minor Character Death
Summary:
Ahsoka had defeated her opponents and survived—yet she had lost everything. In the aftermath of Order 66, she wakes up to find herself saved by an unexpected ally – Maul. Now they travel together, light and dark, bickering their way through a galaxy in desperate need of balance.
Let’s goooo!
New Fic Posted on AO3 - Teacher AU with Eddie and Steve - He just smiled, I was in the seventh heaven
Eddie put his finger over his lips in the universal gesture to shush. He’d learned more about classroom management through experience than in college classes. His high school kids had been peppering him with questions about music, and bands, after he answered one question about KISS early into the class period.
“If you have a question, guys, it should be about our clay project. If,” and he paused, emphasizing the if and making sure to meet some of the students' eyes.
A few were still chatting in the back. They finally quieted down after they realized Eddie was waiting on them to continue. He’d prided himself on earning their respect earlier in the school year. “If your question is about music, the answer can be Googled in your free time outside of class. Or ask the band teacher. ”
His announcement was meant with disappointment; a few of them booed, there were many frowning faces, and one bolder kid in the back tried flipping him the bird. He gave the latter a warning look, and their face turned sheepish, knowing Mr. Munson followed through on threats to talk to adults about classroom misbehavior. Then, the chatter began again, with a handful of them starting to ask why. It was his least favorite word today. He mimicked what he’d done before, being quiet and signaling for them to shush.
The class period dredged on, and he quietly cursed whoever chose to schedule this sculpting class after lunch. There were still good moments. He’d helped a few students with their projects, he always wanted students to feel free to seek out help. If a kid didn’t want advice or help, it wasn’t his job to force them to listen.
If you’ve read down this far, and liked it, here’s the link for it on ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42996834
I will be making a new fanfic on Lewnolo on wattpad! (Once I finish my first fanfic) this will have more “mature” content. (Yes, Manolo is wearing a skirt and so is Alejandro). There will be more skeletons added in that fanfic actually and maybe more smut >:3. Just wait is all you gotta do! :3
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Hey guys! Sorry for not posting lately! It's been crazy in my part of the world. Have a new fanfic coming soon and I hope y'all enjoy it. Loves to y'all! Reylo will be updated sometime. Not sure when. Thanks for all the likes and hits!
I’ll be releasing BTS Mafia au fanfic called “Careful It Bites” soon so keep an eye out :D I haven’t been writing lately and I’ve been so inspired to make an action fanfic for a long time. So I decided to make my ultimate group to take the plunge on the action themselves hahaha plus they look so hot being cool.
PS: I’m looking for someone to make a cool poster for this story. So please message me if you want to send in yours :D
Genre: Action, Romance, Comedy, Thriller
AU: Mafia, Military, Spy, Arrange Marriage
Pairings: BTS x OC/ Mostly Yoongi x OC/ Other idols will make cameo
Trigger Warnings: Blood, gore, drugs, war, guns, swearing (lots of it), bully, violence (everything you expect in a mafia au story)
Rated: 21+ for the trigger warnings
Warning: Please don’t read if you can’t handle it cause I can make this from fluffy to angst in one second so get ready for an emotional roller coaster.
Characters:
Kim Soomin
- Kim Namjoon’s sister. 2 years younger-1996 liner. Next in line to take over her mother’s spy organization called CX-3.
-Engaged to Min Yoongi. They were arranged to be married but as they had grew up together, they didn’t mind being arranged together since they were already in love.
-Fearless. Doesn’t let her fears get the best of her.
-Smart. Like her brother, she is also a genius. Has a photographic memory so one look at the text book, she has all the answers in her head. Her IQ 155 is slightly higher than Namjoon’s. Likes to outwit her peers and enemies.
-Great at martial arts. She’s an incredible fighter, loves to fight to underestimate her opponent’s skills and strength. Started training for martial arts since she was 5 years old.
-Hot tempered. She tries to keep her temper down during conflicts but most of the time she was the one who started the conflict.
-Good with guns and knives. She is very skillful at handling guns and knives. She’s very flexible and agile. So she can attack quietly and kill the opponent within seconds.
:BTS Crew.
~Consists of 7 most powerful men from different underground backgrounds.
Kim Namjoon (Leader)
-Older brother to Kim Soomin. The next in line to be a Godfather after his father.
-Leads BTS. Everyone hands down gave him that title for being a good role model and has the leadership skills.
-Currently does missions for his parents. So one day he’s a spy and the next he will be a scary mafia leader.
-Clumsy for an underground leader. Tends to accidentally shoot people because he happens to always forget to get the safety on or off in different situations. He can destroy things quickly too. One touch and something gets destroyed. Was unfortunately born with it and can’t be changed.
-Good with shooting and fighting. Even though he’s clumsy, he’s very good at calculating distance and estimate the enemies move ahead.
-Best at strategy. All of his missions are always fool proof due to his nature at being a strategist. Every move was carefully arranged at the designated timing.
-Everyone that works for him are very loyal to him as Namjoon never backs out from his word. He can make enemies into his allies easily and they will stay by him no matter what happens.
Kim Seokjin
-The eldest member in the group.
-His handsome face made people underestimate how powerful he is.
-Family is considered one of the most influential in Asia with them owning over 26 cities across Asia.
-Owns a popular production company called Blank Canvas as a cover up to his own secret service organization. South Korea recognizes Seokjin as a talented CEO as his company is very successful in South Korea and Japan but no one has seen his face as he refused to have a public appearance to protect his identity. His secret service organization is called Amor Fati.
-Has an alias name for Amor Fati: Kim Yeoljin.
-Best at manipulation. He is famous for manipulating his enemies to get what he wants. He usually uses manipulation when he’s interrogating or torturing his enemies.
-Compiles intel for BTS. He knows everything and anything that happens around the world. He is one of the few people who gets informed first before the information spreads to somewhere else. He has connections from a garbage truck driver to the US president.
-He’s actually very caring and funny to everyone in his family and BTS. He finds happiness easily achievable by being with the people who he loves closely.
-Secretly skillful at medical practices and pharmacy. He is incredibly well-known to experiment new medicines and poisons. Most of the poisons used on his enemies were made by him so it’s incredibly difficult for his enemies to seek antidote unless they submit to Seokjin.
Min Yoongi
-Kim Soomin’s fiance. He was the one to submit the idea of marriage to Soomin’s dad just because he’s over-protective. Soomin is his biggest weakness.
-He is quiet, deadly and likes to curse a lot but to BTS he is just another grumpy 25 year old hacker.
-Family runs an arms dealer. Supplies weapons to military, spy organizations and secret service organizations. They even have several labs across the world to build new weapons.
-Has every military forces to protect his family. The Min family has created a reputation for being honest and loyal. Therefore, all their clients has vowed to protect them if anything happens to the family.
-One of the greatest hackers in Asia. He can hack into CIA,FBI and M15 security systems and even hack into NASA satellite grids. Sometimes they like to give him a challenge to see if he can crack their systems.
Jung Hoseok
-The next heir to Asia’s biggest drug cartel.
-Despite his frightening demeanor, Hoseok is very optimistic and bright for his line of work. People would go to him for advice.
-Very highly skilled with guns and bombs. He likes to experiment with explosives and create a customize bombs for fun.
-To hide his cargoes from the police and customs, he would go all out to create traps to ship the drugs out safely.
Park Jimin
-The only family member that he has left is his little brother. Park Jihyun. He makes sure that his brother goes to school and study properly.
-Owns a private marine army. The base is located on an island near Japan. It has its own marine academy. It is also a place for Jimin to keep all the boats and ships that he likes to collect.
-Owns a few hospitals in South Korea and hotels as his side income.
-He is very manipulative. He uses his appearance to trick his enemies and he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.
-He is quick at making decisions so negotiations are always easy for him.
Kim Taehyung
-Dubbed as the tracker in the group. He is skilled to track people.
-With Jungkook, both are the assassins of BTS. He kills as he is told to, no questions asked.
-Has a quirky personality and great sense in fashion. He likes to make sure that none of his designer clothes has a single drop of blood on them during his missions.
-Very clingy with everyone in the group.
Jeon Jungkook
-The youngest in the group
-With Taehyung, he is the assassin in the group. Very skilled with guns especially snipers.
-Very clingy to everyone, acts tough for his job but off duty, he is very adorable ad seeks attention.
-He likes to play games a lot since he’s very competitive. None of his brothers wants to challenge him so he seeks out to games to kill his thirsts for a competition.
A/N: I know the maknae line doesn’t seem to have that much cool things going on comparing to the elder ones. Remember stories are created to grow the characters with the story. Everything you read here has a high potential that it would be different. Chapter 1 is coming up soon and will be uploaded by this week!
