Jungkook peeks by the corner, attracted by all the ruckus happening in the middle of the hallway, only to be surprised to find the trio of green alien man, Namjoon and some weird astronaut dude entertaining some youngsters.
He feels a pang of embarrassment for them as they dance about, the crowd cheering and laughing in their wake.
They're doing some sort of skit where the astronaut's trying to save Namjoon from being abducted by the alien.
Namjoon looks too dead in the eyes for the role he's playing, barely even managing convincing screams of terror.
Jungkook snorts, watching as Namjoon squawks in surprise as the alien practically lifts him up and pretends to run away from the astronaut, who dramatically pulls out a toy gun to shoot.
"Put me down you fu--" Namjoon starts, before swallowing the curse words that followed.
Despite having mostly high school students watching now, they still had a few kids in tow.
The alien simply pats his butt, seemingly admiring his will to keep it PG.
The astronaut retaliates with a quick spin and a pose, pretending to give one final blow of his gun to kill the alien.
The man in the green suit flinches, clutching his heart and eventually falling down, unfortunately, with Namjoon in tow.
And with Namjoon's final genuine scream, the crowd claps in appreciation at the performance.
Jungkook can't help but clap too as a sign of sympathy for Namjoon's dignity and sacrifice.
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When the people disperse and mind their own businesses once again, Jin takes the mask off his face, still laying on the ground, panting. "Nice job crew." He mutters, poking Namjoon on the sides.
"Thanks for the help!" Hoseok says, face alight with glee. He takes off the helmet and wipes his forehead free of sweat. "That should fill my quota for a few hours."
Namjoon remains still on the ground, occasionally batting Jin's fingers away. "I'm regretting this festival thing."
"No you don't." Jin replies, groaning as he sits up. He pokes himself on the arm and winces when he finds it too tender and sensitive. "I think I bruised on some places."
Namjoon grunts. "I wonder why."
"It was for dramatic effect." Jin scoffs, "It isn't a good performance if it doesn't have a little bit of realism in it."
"The realism part doesn't have to involve falling unto the floor with no warning at all." Namjoon presses, still very content to lay down on the floor.
Jin rolls his eyes and finally pulls himself upright, "Whatever you say Joonie." He says, "I, for one, think it added pizzaz."
Hoseok grips Namjoon's arms, trying to heave him up on his feet. "Come on Namjoon! You'll trip people!"
"That's what you're worried about?"
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Peculiar You •• Namjin AU
Fanfiction"You're here to provide opinions that I may or may not acknowledge!" "I don't approve." "Opinion not acknowledged." Jin is the student council president and Namjoon is his (tired) secretary.
