Pairing: None; 8th member of GOT7.
Summary: Jiyie favorite number is seven.
W.C: 2762 words.
A/N: Jiyie is born!
(literally and figuratively)
«WHERE THE FUCK ARE JACKSON AND MARK WITH THE CAKE?!»
Youngjae almost fell from the chair and Jinyoung had to hold him before he ended up throwing down the decorations that had takem them so long to put on; and Bambam got so startled and his first institc was a sudden movement with his arm, which, unfortunately, hitted Yugyeom, who was drinking water, and made him spill a bit right on their (now ruined) piece of art.
Yugyeom and Bambam looked at each other, then to the draw, then to each other again, their lifes flashing in front of their eyes.
«Something happened?»Jinyoung asked, noticing with the corner of his eye that the younger ones stopped with their job. Immediately, the two of them threw themselves above the banner, trying to covering it with their bodies.
«Why are you stopping?! We need to finish that!» Bambam and Yugyeom hold their breathes when Jaebum walked to them, frowning. «What do you think you’re doing?»
They were screwed up.
«It’s so? Well, what about if you stop doing nOTHING and continue with that?!»
«Uhm…About that…» Yugyeom glanced to Bambam, who shook his head violently as soon he saw Yugyeom’s intentions.
«Don’t.» Bambam whispered, but unfortunately, he was loud enough to be heard by Jaebum.
«Don’t what?» The youngers shared panicked stares, trying to talk to each other by telepathy. However, Jaebum guessed was going on before they could think of a way to escape from that. «Yugyeom. Bambam. Get off the banner.»
«Jaebum hyung, you know everything happens for a reason, right?»
«Get. off. the. banner.»
And that was the beginning of an exchange of blows between the two maknaes and their leader for the custody of the big cartel. Bambam and Yugyeom were doing their best to resist, but Jaebum was stronger than the two of them, and managed taking over the cartel. Jaebum’s gap as soon he saw the “little” slip of the two youngers was so loud that Jinyoung and Youngjae couldn’t help but turning their heads.
«WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID?!» The oldest among them shouted, looking totally horrified. Jinyoung and Youngjae approached to see what they were being so loud for, and whey they found out, they didn’t take long to react the same way.
«IT WAS A ACCIDENT, HYUNG.» Yugyeom excuse, but after hiding behind Bambam.
«This is precisely why I said we should just lock Bambam and Yugyeom in the closet.» Jinyoung complained as he crossed her arms, shooking his head in disbelief.
“WE LITERALLY GAVE YOU THE EASIEST THING TO DO, AND YOU STILL MESSED UP?»
«Well.. It could be worse…» Youngjae intervened, trying to save the day for the youngers of the team.
«wORSE MY ASS. What are we going to do now?! We don’t have time to do another one!» Jaebum ranted, ruffling his own hair, stressed. «And all of this becasue tWO persons are unable to do things riGHT.»
«HEY, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.» Bambam replied, suddenly feeling on the defensive. «AND BESIDES, IT WASN’T TOTALLY OUR FAULT.”
«Who were the ones in charge of the banner, Bambam? WHO WERE THE ONES?»
«WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE HAD NOT BEEN SCREAMING ALL THIS TIME I WOULDN’T HAVE PUSHED YUGYEOM AND HE HADN’T SPILLED WATER ON THE BANNER AND NOW IT WOULDN’T BE RUINED.»
Yugyeom, Youngjae and Jinyoung quickly disappeared after Bambam said that, returning to their activities. They already knew how that would end.
«Excuse me, I think I misheard you. Could you repeat that?»
And Bambam was really about to do it, but then he noticed Jaebum clenching his jaw, and he immediately knew in what he just got himself immersed.
«hEY WASSUP SORRY FOR BEING LAT…»
Jackson stopped his sentence, because the image of Jaebum being in the top of Bambam and practically choking him was, by far, more interesting that whatever he got to say.
He turned back and looked at Mark, who was right behind him, and after a few seconds of silence, they just walked in, not even minding the two fighting in the middle of the living room.
The decoration was already done. Almost all the house was arrenged brightly with balloons and colored streamers. They were a lot of hanging stickers of triangles, stars, and flashy and vivid images stick on the wall. Everything was perfect.
Well, maybe not everything.
Jackson approached to the nearest table, and left a big box while Mark greeted the rest of the boys and then asked:
«What did Bambam do this time?»
«Practically ruined the banner.» Jinyoung answered, pointing the so discussed banner hanged on the wall. It would look really cool if it wasn’t by the big water stain sprayed in the center.
«Oh, dudeeee!» Jackson whined. “And it was turning so cute!»
«Why i’m not even surprised?» Mark muttered, sighing along with Jinyoung.
«Mark hyung! Jackson! You finally came!» It seemed like Bambam’s torture session was finally finished, because Jaebum was now walking to them. If they peeked behind him, they could found Yugyeom touching with his feet an inert Bambam. Guess he was already dead. «Please tell me you bring the lemon pie safe and sound.»
Only a look at the foreign’s faces was needed to know that Jaebum’s wishes weren’t coming true.
«Oh, Jesus Christ…»
«In my defense.» Mark cleared his throat. «It was Jackson’s fault.»
«HEY!» Jackson hitted Mark on his shoulder. «You said we’ll asume the fault together!»
«Well, not anymore.»
«What did happened, exactly?» Jinyoung asked instead, since Jaebum was so busy having a mental breakdown to talk.
«I’ll make it short. Jackson sat on the pie.»
«… You know what I’m not even asking why did you sat on the pie in first place. It is edible at least?»
«hE PUTTED ON MY SEAT AND I DIDN’T SAW IT LEAVE ME ALO-»
«I think so, but the presentation…» Mark hissed while glancing to the box, which, by the way, looked a bit sloopy.
«I’m quitting.» Jaebum announced out of blue, throwing himself on the couch, burying his face into a pillow. «This is a mess. We are a mess.»
«Oh, come on! Look at the bright side!» Jackson tried to cheer him, sitting next to him. «At least we have something, that is better than nothing!»
«BUT WHAT WE HAVE IS AWFUL»
«Well, It can’t get any worse, right?»
And by a irony of the universe, almost like if was mocking him, a second after he said that, he doorbell sound filled all the house, being followed by a monotone voice from behind of the door they recognized perfectly:
«I forgot my keys.»
Jiyie had arrived.
«OMG SHE IS HERE.»
«QUICK GET EVERYTHING.»
«WAIT ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS?»
«I DIDN’T WAKE UP AT 5 A.M TO PUT ALL THIS DAMN DECORATIONS FOR NOTHING SO YES WE’RE DOING IT.»
«STOP SCREAMING SHE COULD HEAR US.»
«I’M NOT SCREAMING I’M WHISPERING LOUDLY.»
«WERE ARE THE PARTY HATS????»
«AND WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH THIS…?”
«GIVE ME THAT. IF THAT’S EDIBLE IT WORKS. NOW BRING ME THE CANDLES.»
«SOMEONE TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!»
«WAIT NOT YE-»
It took aproximately three minutes to arrange the last details, two minutes to light up the candles, and another one to all of them to hide, and when they finally were ready, the realized one more thing.
«She doesn’t have keys!»
«sOmEoNe Go OpEn HeR!»
Bambam was the one, but he couldn’t saw anything because the lights were off, so it took to him two minutes to get to the door. And if that’s wasnt the best part, he was supposed to run back quickly after opening the door to surprise her, but when he started running he tripped over something and ended falling on his face.
And now, let’s take a moment to appreciate almost all the GOT7′s members firing confeiti cannons, (except Youngjae, because, well, he was holding the lemon pie, which was another whole mess) with party hats poorly positioned on their heads and the most awkward smiles on their faces as they looked their only female member at the door. And Bambam getting confetti all over him while whimpering on the floor.
Jaebum, who was near to Bambam, subtly kicked at him to make him stand up.
Lame? Totally. They cared? Not at this point.
Could get worse? Oh, yes.
«… What are you doing?»
The boys looked at each other, already panicking. That question wasn’t in their plan.
«Eh… A birthday party for our lovely, cute, precious, amazing and favorite Jiyie in the world?» Jackson was the only one brave enought to speak for them, and also to approach her and putting a party hat on her head as well.
Jiyie let him doing it in such an oppressive silence that made all the members contain their breaths, and when she finally got the hat on her head, she asked the big question who left all of them speechless.
«Today is my birthday?»
Come on, she couldn’t be asking. She really cOULDN’T BE.
«Jiyie-ah… Today is 18th.» Youngjae spoke this time.
Jiyie remained silent, looking like a lost puppy in a park as she stared at the amorphous mass that Youngjae was handing to her. The boys didn’t got a chance to actually see how ruined was the pie, and now they did it, they couldn’t be more horrified.
That thing shouldn’t be allowed to be called a “pie” in first place.
Well, at least the candles were cute.
The atmosphere was getting thicker and suffocating. No one was saying a single word. They were just looking at Jiyie, trying to read something from that unexpressive face of hers, but, as expected, they couldn’t see nothing more than indifference.
But when Jaebum was about so speak, Jiyie just literally walked in, entering to the living room and leaving him standing in. They all frowned. What was she trying to do now?
They practically ran after her and then found it; she was looking at the decorations.
«That… Don’t look at that.» Jaebum told her after Jiyie stopped right in front of the so cursed banner, staring at it carefully. «That’s from… Bambam and Yugyeom… They splashed water on it by accident.»
«By accident, UiUi!» Bambam emphasized.
«We didn’t mean it…» Yugyeom pouted.
But Jiyie wasn’t listening to them. She was more focused on tracing with her fingers the draw.
It was them. All the eight members together. It was still watery and the lines were blurred due to the water, but Jiyie could recognize the members perfectly. She saw Yugyeom’s mole, Bambam’s thick lips, Jaebum’s eyes that were practically two horizontal lines, Jinyoung’s eye bags, Youngjae’s wide smile, Mark’s jawline, and Jackson’s exaggeratedly big muscles. And above the draw, in yellow letters and purple background, it said:
“To the Nation’s blunt, China’s treasure and GOT7′s not so baby: Jiyie Svetlana Wong. Let’s hope for more years together.”
«This is for me?» She asked, facing them again.
«I… I know this is an awful birthday party.» Jaebum spoke, since nobody could. «We wanted to make something nice for you, but it ended turning out bad… I’m so so…»
But before he could finish his sentence, Jiyie’s eyes filled with tears, who quickly runned down her face.
«Ji-Jiyie?!» All the members exalted immediately. Damn, they knew it was bad, but they didn’t thought it was that bad.
«OH MY GOD JIYI» Jackson didn’t think twice before literally bend over and hit his head in the floor, bowing. «I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RUIN YOUR LEMON PIE. I ACCIDENTALY SAT ON IT BUT I PROMISE I’LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE. WE CAN GO RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT TO.»
«I’ll also buy you one! It was kinda my fault that Jackson ruined it, we can buy you two instead!» Mark commented, suddenly feeling guilty.
«YAH YOU SNAKE. YOU’RE SUCH A FAKE HOE.»
«SHUT UP JACKSON THAT’S NOT WHAT MATTERS HERE.»
«We-we also could make you another draw, UiUi! Right, Yugyeom?» Bambam said, poking Yugyeom and making him aboard of the guilt train too.
«OOh, Y-yeah! Of course! That wasn’t so good to start with, we will make you one better!»
«I’m so sorry, Jiyie! It was my fault, I let this happen, but i’ll make it up for you! Seriously, I’ll do anything, you just need to ask for it, ok?» Jaebum insisted, with his heart breaking in little pieces as the girl’s tears didn’t stop. «But, please, don’t cr…»
«Why are you apologizing for?»
The boys shut up as soon Jiyie spoke. They wondered if they heard right. Jiyie was frowning while staring at them. If it wasn’t by the non-stopping and quite obvious tears all on her face, they wouldn’t even think something was wrong with her.
«Is not… I’m not… This is so…» Jiyie was struggling to talk. She said a fer words, she interrumpted herself at the middle, and she tried to say something else, but that procces repeated incesantly. It seemed like she wasn’t able to put her thoughts in order. She kept going on until Jinyoung came over to her, carefully putting a hand on her shoulders.
«What’s wrong, Jiyie?» He asked, patiently, trying to calm her down as well. She shook her head, visibly upset, and then she said:
«Seven?» Jaebum asked, speaking what was on everyone’s minds. «Seven what?»
«This. Seven.» Jiyie repeated, as if that cleared the things. «This is so seven.»
And then, more tears came from her face. And they understood.
Jiyie’s favorite number is seven.
She wasn’t crying because she was sad, or upset. She was crying because she was so overwhelmed with love.
She didn’t care if the cake wasn’t edible, or if the decorations weren’t the best; the only fact of her members caring enough to try to make her a birthday party was enough for her to burst into tears.
«Oh, boy, and I thought we were screwed.» Youngjae was the one who laughed, breaking the suffocating silence. Leaving the pie on the table, he got closer to Jiyie, just to cup her face and give her a kiss on her forehead. «If you’re so happy there is no need to cry!» He said, offering her the brightest smile he had.
«Thanks for making this, really…»
«You don’t need to thank us neither, silly!» He laughed again. «This is the least we can do for you. Right, hyungs?» Youngjae turned to the other members, inciting them to talk. They were so self-absorbed with the portray of Jiyie crying they took a time to finally speak.
«Of course!» Yugyeom agreed, nodding his head repeatedly. «We do this because we love you, Jiyie!»
«This is not even worthy of what you deserve!» Jackson said, quickly standing up.
«Jackson is right. You deserve more than this pathetic party, Jiyie-ah.» Mark chuckled with a soft smile.
«This is not pathetic…» She said, frowning.
«Oh, Jiyie, you are the only one who can be happy with something like this.» Bambam laughed as well. «If I were you, I would already be kicking myself out of this family.»
«How can’t I be happy? You take your time in effort for doing this…I, I…» Jiyie sobbed again, attempting with cry even harder. «I don’t know how to make you know how grateful I am… I will pay you for this. I promise.»
«You don’t need to do that.» Jaebum spoke, carefully taking her hands between his. «I don’t want you to think you own us something. We did this because we wanted to, because you’re important to us. And if you’re ok with this, then that’s all that matters.» With one hand, he wipped the tears from Jiyie’s face. «Happy birthday, Jiyie.»
«You know how can you pay us?» Jinyoung talked, earning a lot of warning looks from the rest of the members, but they disappeared as soon he said: «With a smile. A big one.»
«Oh, you’re right.» Mark nodded, playing along. «I won’t be satisfied until you smile.»
«Tears doesn’t suit you, Jiyie. Gucci does.»
«And happiness too!”
«So, what about it?» Jaebum questioned, slightly afraid to be risking it too much.
But, surprising them, Jiyie smiled. It wasn’t the biggest smile she had, but it do was the softest, purest, and meaningful smile she could ever have. And that was enough to make all the boys melt.
«Something like this?»
«Yes. Just like that.»