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GOT7 Reaction: Playful Arguments with You!

Hyung Line! (Read maknae line here!)

No backstory. Just a series of cute mini-drabbles where you playfully bicker and fight with your GOT7 boyfriend because let’s face it, all seven of them are little shits.

Mark

“Oh my God, I hate you, don’t ever talk to me again, we are so over!”

Your knees were wobbling as you attempted to keep yourself standing upright. Mark had dragged you onto the largest roller-coaster in the amusement park and now that you were finally back on land, you were nauseous, shaken and your hair looked like a bird’s nest. You bent over with your hands on your knees, trying to calm your spinning head as your boyfriend cackled with laughter beside you. You normally found Mark’s gummy smile and laughter cute but now you were furious.

“Was that really necessary? You told me we were in line for the Ferris Wheel, I didn’t realize it was the roller-coaster until it was too late!” you accused him, feeling betrayed. Your knees were still shaking and you had a feeling that you were going to collapse on the ground. Mark’s arm came around your waist and pulled you to him, keeping you upright while his body continued to shake with laughter. You swatted him angrily. “Are you just going to keep laughing? Don’t you want to explain yourself?”

He giggled, leaning down to tuck a strand of flyaway hair behind your ear. “What’s to explain? I wanted to go on the roller-coaster, and you would never have agreed. It was hilarious, we should go collect the photo that they take of you at the turn-”

“What? No!”

“But babe, the photo is the whole point!” he insisted with another laugh. You had no strength left in you after being dropped from an enormous height multiple times and so you let Mark drag you over to the photo booth. Your picture was on the display screen and you looked like a horrible wreck, one eye open and the other shut while your hair was a disaster and your mouth was twisted into an awkward scream. Mark started laughing again the moment he saw the photo.

“It’s so cute!” he exclaimed.

You were appalled. “No. No. Mark Tuan, if you buy that photo then I’m never talking to you again, do you understand? I’m serious. I will not hesitate to dump you-”

Mark ignored you and pulled out his wallet to pay for the photo. You wrenched yourself away from him and stormed over to a nearby bench, angry. You folded your arms across your chest and refused to look at Mark while he bought two copies of the picture and then came back over to you with a smile. You wiggled away from him when he tried to put his arm around your shoulder and pouted. He wasn’t going to get away with the betrayal that easy.

“Are you mad, baby?” he cooed.

“Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to talk to you,” you insisted.

Mark grinned and kissed your cheek lightly, before grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Okay. Let’s not talk on the way to the Ferris Wheel, okay? For real this time. I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Come ride the Ferris wheel with me, or I’ll post the roller-coaster picture on Instagram,” he threatened you lightly. You sighed, letting yourself slump against him and leaning your weight on him while he grinned.

“I guess this is my fault. I should never have come here with you,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing, darling!”

Jaebum

You held up the two outfits in front of your body, trying to force Jaebum to look at you. He was sprawled on your bed while he scrolled through his phone lazily, and wasn’t paying you enough attention. You nudged at his feet hanging off the edge of the bed and pouted.

“Jaebum! I’m trying to ask you something here!”

He looked up from his phone, a slightly blank expression on his face. His eyes darted between the two outfits that you were holding up; one was a cute summer dress and the other was a pretty top and jean shorts. “The dress is cuter,” he replied dully, before turning back to his phone.

You glared at him. “That is not what I asked you.”

"Huh?"

"I know the dress is cuter. Obviously the dress is cuter and this just shows that you're too busy on your phone to even listen to what my problem is! I was invited to a group lunch by the girl I've hated since high school and you're not helping!"

Jaebum raised an eyebrow at you. "Babe, just wear the dress."

"But what if I look like I'm trying too hard? Like what if I turn up there in a pretty dress and she's dressed all casually and she makes a snarky comment about how overdressed I am, Jaebum, I would die!"

"Then wear the shorts and top."

"But what if she turns up looking gorgeous and steals the spotlight? I can't just give her another reason to think she's prettier than me, she spent most of high school telling people I was ugly and I want her to know I could show her up."

"So wear the dress."

You glared at him, annoyed by his dismissive attitude. The least he could do is pretend to take your problem seriously. "Ugh, is that all you have to say? You're no help at all, I don't know why you even bother coming over here when you're just going to stare at your phone and completely ignore me," you complained, turning around to hang up the outfits in your closets and search for something else.

Jaebum sighed and you could hear the irritation in his voice as he put his phone down. "You're right, I don't know why I came over here to spend time with you when all you want to do is discuss a stupid lunch that's not for another four hours."

You turned and glanced at him, watching him climbing out of the bed. You wondered if you'd finally done it, if you'd made him so mad that he was leaving. But Jaebum walked over to you and you were surprised when his arms wrapped around you from behind and he nuzzled his head into your neck.

"Babe, I have an idea," he mumbled against your skin.

You leaned back against him. "I'm listening "

"How about you skip the lunch and stay in bed with me all day? You wouldn't have to wear anything."

Jackson

“That was my last packet of imported organic green tea!”

You winced. Jackson was mad and you had a pretty clear idea why. He was completely anal about his daily intake of green tea and you had used up the last box of tea bags that he kept in his kitchen cupboard. Jackson’s chest was heaving up and down as he frowned at you, and you pouted innocently, hoping to evoke his sympathy.

“How was I supposed to know it was imported?” you whined. “I’ve never even heard of that brand before, that’s why I assumed it was some cheap local stuff and I used it. You don’t need to get so mad!”

“Of course it was imported, that stuff comes from a particular field in a village in China where they grow it in specially cultivated soil, there is literally no other place in the world to get that tea!” Jackson whined. Honestly, you felt bad for using up his tea bags but his obsession with organic stuff was a little out of hand. You folded your arms across your chest and pouted.

“I’m sorry. I don’t like you yelling at me,” you mumbled.

Jackson’s expression softened and he sighed, coming over to hug you. You let him pull you into his arms but didn’t hug him back, making it clear that you were upset with him. He rubbed your back apologetically and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Hey, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just went to a lot of effort to get my hands on that tea and I was upset that it was all gone, that’s all. Forgive me?”

You let out a small hmmph. “I guess,” you muttered.

Jackson chuckled and pulled you to him tighter, nuzzling his face against you hair lovingly. His anger had clearly melted away and you let yourself relax against him as he chuckled. “How did you even drink ten bag of green tea in less than two days? You must be crazy hyped up on caffeine right now.”

You stiffened. “Uh, actually...”

Jackson paused. “Babe, why does your hair smell like green tea?”

You cleared your throat and gently pushed him away. “Here’s the thing. I maybe read this article online about how green tea makes a really good conditioner for damaged hair, so...”

“You used my imported, organic green tea as hair conditioner?”

“The worst part is, it didn’t even make much of a difference to my hair. What a scam article, huh?”

“Oh my God.”

Jinyoung

You snatched the shaving cream out of his hands.

“No. No shaving. I won’t allow it.”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow at you. He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet from the shower. You’d woken up to an empty bed and instinctively ran into the bathroom, just in time to stop Jinyoung from doing what you had explicitly told him not to do. He was going to shave off the beautiful stubble that he’d grown over the last three days.

He reached out for the shaving cream. “Give it back, babe.”

You pouted. “No. You promised! You said that whenever you didn’t have to go into work for a couple of days then you would let your stubble grow, how could you try to shave it off while I was asleep?” you whined.

“Well, first of all, I tried to wake you up but you literally whacked me in the face and told me to let you sleep-” Jinyoung began disapprovingly, placing his hands on his waist.

“That was not intentional, and it’s also completely irrelevant, don’t try to change the subject on me,” you pointed a finger at him knowingly. Jinyoung was excellent at steering the conversation the way he wanted and misdirecting the blame. “I’ve been begging you to grow your beard out and you always said it was because you needed to look professional for work. Well, you don’t go into work for another two days, so it’s settled. No shaving.”

Jinyoung groaned. “That’s absurd! It’s scratchy and it’s uncomfortable, I’m used to keeping it clean-shaven. Besides, you can’t tell me what to do and what not to do. You get furious it when I tell you what to wear.”

You frowned and folded your arms across your chest. “That’s because you tried to pull the whole don’t wear short skirts bullshit with me and that was totally sexist!”

“I know. I’ve learned my lesson,” Jinyoung replied simply. He walked over to you, his wet hair dripping onto his forehead and his care chest making you flustered as he wrapped an arm gently around your waist and pulled you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as he gave you a soft, gentle kiss and smiled at you. “So. You wear all the skirts you want, and I’m going to keep my facial hair the way I want.”

You whined as he pulled away. “You can forget about me making you breakfast!”

Jinyoung grinned as he snatched the shaving cream from your hands and turned back to the mirror. “No problem. We’ll just go out to eat after I shave. I’ll buy you waffles.”

Ugh. That sounded delicious.

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