Unexpected Happiness (Got7 x O.C. Fan fiction)

Chapter 5

Elizabeth's POV

They have a quick discussion in what I can only assume to be Korean and finally agree to let Bambam and Mark accompany me to the store. I know this because Bambam had a huge smile on his face and mark was looking my way, nodding to whatever it was JB was saying. Verbalizing my discomfort for this situation and anxiety of bothering them, they once again point out that I didn't speak Korean and wandering out alone at this time of night wouldn't be safe. Is it any safer to stay here?

Before we leave the two boys put on hats, big jackets, and face masks. I could understand the jackets but why the face mask? Was it a Korean thing? They noticed my confusion and if I hadn't known better were smiling under their masks. As we left I noticed JB give them cautious looks and they nodded. He must be in charge but that was still weird. Red Flag, was I really about to go out into the night with two guys I just met?

We get to the store front and sure enough everything that we had passed and even the stores name was in Korean. Though I couldn't read any the tags or words on the wall, it wasn't much different from the stores back home. I only need to get a shirt, some pants, and maybe some warmer shoes, I thought to myself but the boys had a different idea. After browsing the isles for a few minutes, Bambam came up to me, his arms full of clothes, directing me towards the changing room. After countless tries of protesting, I give up and go in to change. While I undress I think back to the last few hours.

It seems Bambam, Mark, and Jackson speak English pretty well, Jinyoung, Younjae, and Yugyeom seem to at least understand and know a few words, and JB  seemed to speak the least amount. Why do they all live together? They all seem to be pretty different in age. Is it a Korean thing?

My thoughts trail off as I step out with the first outfit on. It's a bright orange fitted T shirt and dark blue sweatpants. Definitely something I would wear back home if I weren't going to go anywhere. Bambam looks content but isn't sold. Mark just seems amused that Bambam gets to play dress up with someone. I must not be Bambam's first victim and I probably won't be the last. I am starting to realize that Bambam loves shopping and has great taste. He would make a great little brother. I try on three more outfits, on the fourth outfit I come out wearing a striped black and white tank, off the shoulder pink sweater, and black skinny jeans with various rips in them. Bambam just beams with excitement and places a pair of black combat boots at my feet; I still have my bunny socks on and Bambam smiles at the sight of them. I put on the boots, which are surprisingly comfortable, and stand in front of the mirror. Besides my faintly makeup smeared face, puffy eyes, and tangled hair, I didn't look to bad. Mark comes up behind me and nods his approval. He doesn't seem to talk much unless necessary

After going back to change into my old clothes I look at the price of what I was buying and nearly drop the shirt. " HEY GUYS" " whats up" I hear Bambam say. " I can't afford these"

I hear the boys chuckle a bit, then I hear Bambam " That's okay, my treat"

I come out in my jeans and hoodie, still in shock, and once again try and protest but he wouldn't hear it.

At the register, Bambam had also grabbed the first outfit that I had tried on and was paying for all of it. This time I saved my breath, knowing that I would lose for a third time. Before handing over his card, Mark comes over and places a black baseball cap on the counter, ignoring my questionable look, and instead gives Bambam a look that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whatever that look was about didn't seem reassuring. They've been on high alert since we left their place, what's their deal? Are they scared of the dark or something? After I grab the bags, I go to head out the entrance but mark grabs my hood and directs me to the back of the store; Bambam right behind us. He puts the hat he bought on my head, pulling my ponytail through the back and making sure its secured, puts my hood over that and we head out the back door.

"What the heck? What's going on?" I ask as we enter into the dark alley. Red flag

Both Mark and Bambam have their own hats and masks back on and we head toward the front of the building, a street light illuminating the street across from the alley. Just before we get to the alley entrance, I hear a lot of noise, most of it sounding like excited girls and one of the voices was coming our way. What are girls doing out this late? Were we near a club? Do they have clubs in Korea? In one swift movement, mark pins me against the concrete wall of the alley, blocking my view from anything but his chest. The darkness enveloping both of us. We stand like that for what seemed like forever, Marks chest rising and falling with what seemed like panic. His head tilted down toward mine, his eyes glazed over. We were so close I could smell what I could only guess as his cologne. We stay frozen until finally mark backs up. Putting space between us, he quietly apologies. Then he just stands there, rubbing the back of his neck, looking down the alley. WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

That's when I notice Bambam is nowhere to be found, "where did he go?" I ask trying to sound not bothered but ultimately worried. Did he ditch us on purpose? Is he okay? Should we go look for him?

DING DING

Mark pulls his phone out of his pocket, checking his text messages, smiles and puts it back.

"Don't worry about it, we have to go", he says grabbing my hand and hurrying me out of the dark  alley and towards the direction of his place. I looked back expecting to see a group of girls but there was no one in site. Just an empty street on a cold dark night. Had I imagined hearing them?

Third Person

"There you are" JB practically yells when Mark and Elle enter the apartment. He had been pacing in the living room and was obviously not happy.

Mark was already prepared for this, "Is Bambam back?" he asks calmly.

"No" Yugyeom says unbothered by the commotion, flipping through the channels on the TV trying to decide what to watch.

"If he doesn't get back soon we will all be in a lot of trouble" JB says, a warning in his voice, his chin pushed out. This was a sure sign that JB was not in a good mood.

why did I let them go out?

Suddenly Bambam comes barreling through the door out of breath with a big grin on his face, no longer wearing his mask.

'Where did you go BAMBAM?" Elle asks, "one minute we were walking and the next you were gone and mark..." she trailed off looking down at her feet.

"Um, here, why don't you go change" Mark hands her the shopping bags that he had ended up holding and nudges her in the direction of the room she had used earlier. If she asked any more questions they might be found out and there was no telling how she would react but none of them were ready for that.

As she heads that way both JB and Yugyeom give mark a curious look, Bambam just smiling knowingly.

Elle opens the door and freezes. There standing in the middle of the room was Jackson, shirtless in all his muscular glory, drying his hair with a towel. He hadn't noticed her yet but she couldn't take her eyes off him. He's six pack in full view, his arms up drying his hair, his triceps bigger than her fist. Jackson puts the towel around his neck and looks up, noticing her just standing there with her mouth just slightly ajar. He smiles at her obvious state of shock. "A picture would last longer", He says playfully. She snaps out of it and blushes. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Ill just.." she starts backing up, not taking her eyes off of his torso, running into the door in the process.

"Its okay, I'm done" Jackson says, grabbing a tank off the dresser and putting it on. He squeezes around Elizabeth, winking at her before closing the door behind him.