Not under your bed, They’re in your head (or at least just their song lyrics)
Not under your bed, They're in your head (or at least just their song lyrics)
1.8k words | ot7 | pg-13 | crack
a/n: based on this prompt
where each of the got7 members are different supernatural species.
For all of the horrible cliches and misrepresentations that Twilight has depicted, they managed to get one thing right; vampires and werewolves were not on the best of terms. It was a difficult role (understatement of the century) to take on to attempt to handle a ragtag team of seven, mythical youths banding together as a South Korean pop group. The management decided that Jaebum would best fit this position.
“All right kids, gather up!”
They were currently in one of the practice rooms in preparation for their debut. Mark sat on one of the stools in the corner, giggling at Jackson whom was bouncing off the walls with energy and practicing the new acrobatics that their Kyosanim had taught them. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite skilled at it yet and fell on his face into the shiny floorboards of the practice room, earning more hysterical laughs from the older.
Jaebum hears a soft, rustling sound and peers down next to him to see Youngjae sitting on the floor quietly. Bless this poor child.
“Thank you, Youngjae.” Jaebum shoots a strained smile down at him.
Regrettably, he couldn’t say the same about everyone else. Not everyone had been raised and trained to ignore their natural, destructive instincts and learn how to act mostly human. His temper had gotten considerably better since puberty, when he was too prideful and didn’t have an image to maintain. However in saying that, it was impossible to round all of them up without at least a little bit of heat to his words. Or maybe, a lot of heat.
“Everyone come here and sit your fucking asses down otherwise I’m going to smack you in the fucking head until you return to the underworld where you all fucking belong and serve under Hades.”
In a matter of seconds, Jaebum has six obedient mythical monsters sitting at his feet waiting for instruction. After all, minotaurs were scary and they did not want to provoke one into anger.
JYP were not the only ones and not the first whom had decided to scout supernaturals as part of their idol groups.There were certain benefits in recruiting the hidden young warlocks or pixies whom had dreams of pursuing music and fame. For one, most of these species had the adequate stamina to drive themselves into the difficult idol life and inherited abilities to aid themselves as well as their team members. But. There were also the negative elements. Like when there was simply too much stamina and energy that no mortal could put a handle on. Or the instinctual born distaste for other species, case in point as mentioned earlier: vampires and werewolves.
It isn’t until the moment the two meet that Jaebum is able to fully understand the extent of how laborious his role as leader would be.
“Are you sure you there isn’t some dwarven blood in your family line?” Jinyoung intentionally had chosen to leer down at Jackson when the other was taking a rest on the floor, back leaning against a cool mirror after a taxing practice of their choreography; or in other words when the differences between their heights was most exploited.
“Do you want ti taste and see, blood sucker?”
Even their choreography practices made a werewolf more than a little puffed out and out of breath. Frankly, Jackson didn’t have the energy to quarrel with Jinyoung like he usually would have. But that didn’t mean he was going down without a fight. Jinyoung never had to take a minute for a breather, because y’know, he didn’t need to breathe. Which gave him so much opportunity to run his mouth off (faster than Jackson which is a feat in itself when the werewolf was fired up) even after a strenuous dance routine, all while still remaining effortlessly suave and poised, not a hair out of place nor skin dripping with sweat.
“Wow Jackson, I’ve never heard that one before.” Jinyoung drawls out, because seriously. Couldn’t Jackson do better than that?
“Would you rather me call you a sucker of other vital human organs?”
Jinyoung’s pupils darted down Jackson’s body. “That isn’t quite an insult either.”
“Can you two just shut it for five minutes please. Not everyone wants to be a voyeur of your freaky foreplay,” Jaebum raised a hand at them before they could retaliate. “Okay, everyone back in your positions for the second chorus!”
Jinyoung had been a major problem during their earlier trainee days. The members would constantly and inevitably collide with him as they were monitoring themselves in the mirror, solely focused on their own footsteps and movements and Kunpimook you need to spread your arm out wider like thi- OW SHIT YOU JUST SLAPPED ME IN THE FUCKING FACE.
Vampires also happened to have no reflections, at least not ones where others could see. Jinyoung could spend hours in front of their washroom basin admiring his attractive, god given looks (Jinyoung sends his thanks to the big man up there).
It wasn’t so much of a problem for Jaebum, having already been trained to navigate around Jinyoung and use his senses to develop an awareness for Jinyoung’s aura since JJ project. However the other members have yet to establish his sense. And other times, they just like to use their lack of sixth ‘Jinyoung’ sense as an excuse to mess with him. In this case, Kunpimook was genuinely too focused on working hard to make his limbs move a certain way to be conscious of Jinyoung’s lack of presence in the mirror. But Jackson wasn’t unaware, he just liked to fuck with Jinyoung whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Youngjae; adept and well trained makes up half of the prize members of their team. Youngjae is the biggest sweetheart, unlike his mythical fore mothers whom had utilised their abilities for feasting on the bodies of lewd men. The members (as well as the management) are grateful of Youngjae’s power that would be used to enchant fans and put them in a daze with his magical voice, allowing them to build a steady fan base in absolutely no time at all that would provide them with security as a successful band. But they give their deepest thanks for Youngjae’s presence when he offers to sing them lullabies every night, sending them off to sweet, deep slumber to recuperate from the day’s toils of being an idol in training. Sadly for him, he cannot sing himself to sleep and often lies wide awake while Jaebum is completely knocked out next to him.
“Bambam,” Youngjae whines into his pillow. “Could you give me twenty more minutes?”
Kunpimook rolls his eyes tirelessly and snaps his fingers. At least that also gave the other members more time to sober up. You had to walk on eggshells sometimes when you lived in an apartment full of evil beasts.
“Thank you~.” Youngjae lifts his head up to flash a toothy smile at the younger before sweeping the blanket over his head and returning to sleep.
Kunpimook is the other half of the Dream Team. He easily and unarguably becomes the team’s most valued asset. He wasn’t exactly mystical nor explicitly a beast but it was rather that he had certain enhanced abilities. Youngjae particularly took an immediate liking to Kunpimook for this precise reason, beyond their relative age and common interests.
Kunpimook could alter time.
But only for a little while. And not too often.
For the most part, Kunpimook seemed all human except for his prolonged energy and strengthened immune system, but exercising his ability as a time elemental drained him physically as well as mentally. Hence his powers were used sparingly and in great times of need. It was more than once when he had turned back the clock an hour or two so they would make it in time and safely for a concert in Busan or wherever it was while they were stuck in Seoul’s horrific traffic. Or he could use it in other dire situations.
Like eating breakfast. His elementary school teachers had frequently reminded him that it was an important meal that could not be missed!
So he’d release short bursts of energy to wind back the clock a short ten minutes so they could inhale their rice down before they had to rush down to the hair shop and it would only take him a shot of expresso to wind him back up again. His face would shrivel up as the bitterness coated his palette because he was, after all, still a mostly human seventeen year old boy.
Mark would introduce himself as the flying member. What the fans wouldn’t know was how true that statement actually would be. Or at least, close to being. Being half fae and half elf gifted him with beauty and the ability to stay slender and thin without lifting so much as a finger, a quality which Youngjae envied a great deal, regularly complaining about how his cheeks look bloated today.
“Nonsense.” Mark picks at a cheek with each hand and squeezes that tiny bit too much. “You’re adorable.”
Albeit that Mark did not have any wings, his elvish genes bestowed him with agile reflexes and his faery genes the bred familiarity of gravity. He was the perfect candidate for JYP’s martial arts tricking ambitions. His faery qualities also encouraged his “playful” habits, but Mark would rather let their maknae have his fun while he cheered from the sidelines.
“I don’t get how you can be best friends with a wolf,” Jinyoung scrunched his nose in mild revolt as he punched in the digits to heat up his blood in the microwave (premium A positive!). “Much less share a room with one. Doesn’t he have the need to mark his territory everywhere?”
“That’s because faeries are known to get along well with woodland creatures” Yugyeom pointed out, wounding Jackson’s Werewolf Pride because excuse him, werewolves were totally scary beasts. Not woodland creatures.
Yugyeom only had 2 tails thus far. While in fox years he was nearing 250 years old, in human years, he was merely a sixteen year old boy who had yet to outgrow his mischievous and cheeky nature. He’d become a wise and knowledgable fox spirit some day, but that day was not now. While he usually got along well with Jackson, as both members derived roots from the canine species, there were times where the older would just tick him off a tiny bit and his inner fox would come out to play.
“Who the fuck put garlic outside my room?” Jinyoung’s hollers could be heard from the kitchenette of the dorm, furious footsteps becoming louder as he entered the main hallway where the boys where sat, holding a string of garlic between an index and thumb. “Jackson Wang, do you think this is funny?”
Jackson’s eyes flicker with azure for a second before his incisors elongate and he jumps out of his seat at the breakfast bar. “Why do you always think it’s me?”
“Because it’s always you! Who else would it be?”
Mark side eyes Yugyeom while eating his cereal, throwing him a look of approval and they watch the two argue incessantly over breakfast while the leader does his best not lash out across the table over last night’s leftovers of kimchi fried rice, lest he break the table for the third time in four months. Management wouldn’t be happy about that.
They manage to unit as team though despite all their differences (who are we kidding, it's just Jinyoung and Jackson making it the most difficult), collaborating all their skills and talents alongside years of arduous training. But this was it. They’ve just finished their first debut stage and everything went as planned and without a hitch. Anyone passing by the waiting room could have mistaken them to be a rookie girl band from their cheers of joy in celebration. They’ve finally made it.
“Good job on those flips Jackson,” Jaebum smiles at Jackson and gives him a pat on the back. “You landed them perfectly.”
Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the werewolf. “Oh stop it, mutt. I can see your tail wagging.”
i think these two are the stars of the fic. i'm pretty sure they hate each other more than they love each other. but golly gosh i have learned so much writing this! it was super fun to write.
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1.8k words | ot7 | pg-13 | crack
a/n: based on this prompt
where each of the got7 members are different supernatural species.
For all of the horrible cliches and misrepresentations that Twilight has depicted, they managed to get one thing right; vampires and werewolves were not on the best of terms. It was a difficult role (understatement of the century) to take on to attempt to handle a ragtag team of seven, mythical youths banding together as a South Korean pop group. The management decided that Jaebum would best fit this position.
“All right kids, gather up!”
They were currently in one of the practice rooms in preparation for their debut. Mark sat on one of the stools in the corner, giggling at Jackson whom was bouncing off the walls with energy and practicing the new acrobatics that their Kyosanim had taught them. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite skilled at it yet and fell on his face into the shiny floorboards of the practice room, earning more hysterical laughs from the older.
Jaebum hears a soft, rustling sound and peers down next to him to see Youngjae sitting on the floor quietly. Bless this poor child.
“Thank you, Youngjae.” Jaebum shoots a strained smile down at him.
Regrettably, he couldn’t say the same about everyone else. Not everyone had been raised and trained to ignore their natural, destructive instincts and learn how to act mostly human. His temper had gotten considerably better since puberty, when he was too prideful and didn’t have an image to maintain. However in saying that, it was impossible to round all of them up without at least a little bit of heat to his words. Or maybe, a lot of heat.
“Everyone come here and sit your fucking asses down otherwise I’m going to smack you in the fucking head until you return to the underworld where you all fucking belong and serve under Hades.”
In a matter of seconds, Jaebum has six obedient mythical monsters sitting at his feet waiting for instruction. After all, minotaurs were scary and they did not want to provoke one into anger.
JYP were not the only ones and not the first whom had decided to scout supernaturals as part of their idol groups.There were certain benefits in recruiting the hidden young warlocks or pixies whom had dreams of pursuing music and fame. For one, most of these species had the adequate stamina to drive themselves into the difficult idol life and inherited abilities to aid themselves as well as their team members. But. There were also the negative elements. Like when there was simply too much stamina and energy that no mortal could put a handle on. Or the instinctual born distaste for other species, case in point as mentioned earlier: vampires and werewolves.
It isn’t until the moment the two meet that Jaebum is able to fully understand the extent of how laborious his role as leader would be.
“Are you sure you there isn’t some dwarven blood in your family line?” Jinyoung intentionally had chosen to leer down at Jackson when the other was taking a rest on the floor, back leaning against a cool mirror after a taxing practice of their choreography; or in other words when the differences between their heights was most exploited.
“Do you want ti taste and see, blood sucker?”
Even their choreography practices made a werewolf more than a little puffed out and out of breath. Frankly, Jackson didn’t have the energy to quarrel with Jinyoung like he usually would have. But that didn’t mean he was going down without a fight. Jinyoung never had to take a minute for a breather, because y’know, he didn’t need to breathe. Which gave him so much opportunity to run his mouth off (faster than Jackson which is a feat in itself when the werewolf was fired up) even after a strenuous dance routine, all while still remaining effortlessly suave and poised, not a hair out of place nor skin dripping with sweat.
“Wow Jackson, I’ve never heard that one before.” Jinyoung drawls out, because seriously. Couldn’t Jackson do better than that?
“Would you rather me call you a sucker of other vital human organs?”
Jinyoung’s pupils darted down Jackson’s body. “That isn’t quite an insult either.”
“Can you two just shut it for five minutes please. Not everyone wants to be a voyeur of your freaky foreplay,” Jaebum raised a hand at them before they could retaliate. “Okay, everyone back in your positions for the second chorus!”
Jinyoung had been a major problem during their earlier trainee days. The members would constantly and inevitably collide with him as they were monitoring themselves in the mirror, solely focused on their own footsteps and movements and Kunpimook you need to spread your arm out wider like thi- OW SHIT YOU JUST SLAPPED ME IN THE FUCKING FACE.
Vampires also happened to have no reflections, at least not ones where others could see. Jinyoung could spend hours in front of their washroom basin admiring his attractive, god given looks (Jinyoung sends his thanks to the big man up there).
It wasn’t so much of a problem for Jaebum, having already been trained to navigate around Jinyoung and use his senses to develop an awareness for Jinyoung’s aura since JJ project. However the other members have yet to establish his sense. And other times, they just like to use their lack of sixth ‘Jinyoung’ sense as an excuse to mess with him. In this case, Kunpimook was genuinely too focused on working hard to make his limbs move a certain way to be conscious of Jinyoung’s lack of presence in the mirror. But Jackson wasn’t unaware, he just liked to fuck with Jinyoung whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Youngjae; adept and well trained makes up half of the prize members of their team. Youngjae is the biggest sweetheart, unlike his mythical fore mothers whom had utilised their abilities for feasting on the bodies of lewd men. The members (as well as the management) are grateful of Youngjae’s power that would be used to enchant fans and put them in a daze with his magical voice, allowing them to build a steady fan base in absolutely no time at all that would provide them with security as a successful band. But they give their deepest thanks for Youngjae’s presence when he offers to sing them lullabies every night, sending them off to sweet, deep slumber to recuperate from the day’s toils of being an idol in training. Sadly for him, he cannot sing himself to sleep and often lies wide awake while Jaebum is completely knocked out next to him.
“Bambam,” Youngjae whines into his pillow. “Could you give me twenty more minutes?”
Kunpimook rolls his eyes tirelessly and snaps his fingers. At least that also gave the other members more time to sober up. You had to walk on eggshells sometimes when you lived in an apartment full of evil beasts.
“Thank you~.” Youngjae lifts his head up to flash a toothy smile at the younger before sweeping the blanket over his head and returning to sleep.
Kunpimook is the other half of the Dream Team. He easily and unarguably becomes the team’s most valued asset. He wasn’t exactly mystical nor explicitly a beast but it was rather that he had certain enhanced abilities. Youngjae particularly took an immediate liking to Kunpimook for this precise reason, beyond their relative age and common interests.
Kunpimook could alter time.
But only for a little while. And not too often.
For the most part, Kunpimook seemed all human except for his prolonged energy and strengthened immune system, but exercising his ability as a time elemental drained him physically as well as mentally. Hence his powers were used sparingly and in great times of need. It was more than once when he had turned back the clock an hour or two so they would make it in time and safely for a concert in Busan or wherever it was while they were stuck in Seoul’s horrific traffic. Or he could use it in other dire situations.
Like eating breakfast. His elementary school teachers had frequently reminded him that it was an important meal that could not be missed!
So he’d release short bursts of energy to wind back the clock a short ten minutes so they could inhale their rice down before they had to rush down to the hair shop and it would only take him a shot of expresso to wind him back up again. His face would shrivel up as the bitterness coated his palette because he was, after all, still a mostly human seventeen year old boy.
Mark would introduce himself as the flying member. What the fans wouldn’t know was how true that statement actually would be. Or at least, close to being. Being half fae and half elf gifted him with beauty and the ability to stay slender and thin without lifting so much as a finger, a quality which Youngjae envied a great deal, regularly complaining about how his cheeks look bloated today.
“Nonsense.” Mark picks at a cheek with each hand and squeezes that tiny bit too much. “You’re adorable.”
Albeit that Mark did not have any wings, his elvish genes bestowed him with agile reflexes and his faery genes the bred familiarity of gravity. He was the perfect candidate for JYP’s martial arts tricking ambitions. His faery qualities also encouraged his “playful” habits, but Mark would rather let their maknae have his fun while he cheered from the sidelines.
“I don’t get how you can be best friends with a wolf,” Jinyoung scrunched his nose in mild revolt as he punched in the digits to heat up his blood in the microwave (premium A positive!). “Much less share a room with one. Doesn’t he have the need to mark his territory everywhere?”
“That’s because faeries are known to get along well with woodland creatures” Yugyeom pointed out, wounding Jackson’s Werewolf Pride because excuse him, werewolves were totally scary beasts. Not woodland creatures.
Yugyeom only had 2 tails thus far. While in fox years he was nearing 250 years old, in human years, he was merely a sixteen year old boy who had yet to outgrow his mischievous and cheeky nature. He’d become a wise and knowledgable fox spirit some day, but that day was not now. While he usually got along well with Jackson, as both members derived roots from the canine species, there were times where the older would just tick him off a tiny bit and his inner fox would come out to play.
“Who the fuck put garlic outside my room?” Jinyoung’s hollers could be heard from the kitchenette of the dorm, furious footsteps becoming louder as he entered the main hallway where the boys where sat, holding a string of garlic between an index and thumb. “Jackson Wang, do you think this is funny?”
Jackson’s eyes flicker with azure for a second before his incisors elongate and he jumps out of his seat at the breakfast bar. “Why do you always think it’s me?”
“Because it’s always you! Who else would it be?”
Mark side eyes Yugyeom while eating his cereal, throwing him a look of approval and they watch the two argue incessantly over breakfast while the leader does his best not lash out across the table over last night’s leftovers of kimchi fried rice, lest he break the table for the third time in four months. Management wouldn’t be happy about that.
They manage to unit as team though despite all their differences (who are we kidding, it's just Jinyoung and Jackson making it the most difficult), collaborating all their skills and talents alongside years of arduous training. But this was it. They’ve just finished their first debut stage and everything went as planned and without a hitch. Anyone passing by the waiting room could have mistaken them to be a rookie girl band from their cheers of joy in celebration. They’ve finally made it.
“Good job on those flips Jackson,” Jaebum smiles at Jackson and gives him a pat on the back. “You landed them perfectly.”
Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the werewolf. “Oh stop it, mutt. I can see your tail wagging.”
i think these two are the stars of the fic. i'm pretty sure they hate each other more than they love each other. but golly gosh i have learned so much writing this! it was super fun to write.
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