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Halloween. The one holiday that all of Got7 was dreading this year in fear of a repeat of the M.A.R.V.E.L costumes. While it was fun once, they really didn’t want to do it again.
It was as they were thinking this that there was a knock at the door.
“Jackson your turn, go answer it.” Jaebum sighed from his spot on the couch where he was sprawled out. His head in Youngjae’s lap as he attempted, not for the first time today, to nap.
Jackson stood up with a groan, his body protesting after a long day of practice.
“Who could possibly be here this late at night?” Bambam asked, walking into the living room with just a pair of shorts on and a towel over his head.
“Don’t know, that’s why Jackson is answering the door.” Jinyoung deadpanned.
Bambam glared at Jinyoung as Jackson opened the door, his mouth ready to make some sort of smart ass comment, but was stopped short.
“I think we are all going crazy because there’s no one here.” Jackson leaned out of the door into the hallway to look around, but sure enough, there was no one in sight.
“Jackson don’t be dumb, we all heard the knock.” Jaebum sighed, sitting up to see what was going on.
“No really, there is NO ONE out here Jaebum. Look!” Jackson waved his hand with a flourish as if to prove a point as Jaebum looked up and down the hallway only to be greeted by nothing.
“What the hell?” Jaebum groaned, his face taking on that look that was somewhere between pissed off and annoyed. “Did we get ding-dong ditched or something?”
“Hyung no one does that anymore.” Bambam laughed as he joined the two of them at the door, his eyes going back and forth between the stumped looks on their faces with a smile when something caught his eye.
“Ah! Look!” Bambam shouted as his hand darted between Jackson and Jaebum.
The two older boys were ready to lock Bambam out until they saw what he was doing. Right there taped to their door was an envelope with Got7 written on the front of it.
“Mine!” Bambam yelled, making a run for the living room with the envelope clutched in his hands as Jaebum reached out, trying to grab hold of him. He was too fast for Jaebum though and slipped through his fingers.
“Bambam don’t open it! We have no idea where it came from!” Jaebum yelled, following the younger into the living room with Jackson behind him.
“What could possibly be wrong with opening it?” Bambam laughed, already having the top of the envelope ripped open.
“What if it’s from stalkers? Did you think about that?” Jinyoung sat up from his spot against Mark as Bambam pulled out seven smaller white envelopes.
“Well, only one way to find out.” Jackson laughed, dropping down to sit next to Bambam on the floor as he reached for the smaller envelopes.
“You two are ridiculous do you know that?” Jaebum sighed, reclaiming his seat next to Youngjae.
“Look there’s one for each of us!” Jackson yelled, his excitement building as he passed everyone an envelope with their names written on the front in neat block print.
All seven of them eyed their envelope before the curiosity got the best of them, even Jaebum.
Slowly each boy opened their envelopes and pulled out a small card. The wordsread to yourself written on the top.
“What the hell?” Jaebum whispered as he silently read the contents of the card.
Im Jaebum,
This is your formal invitation to JYP’s Halloween Murder Mystery.
Read this card alone for it is for your eyes only. Underneath you will find your character assignment.
Jaebum rolled his eyes, already dreading whatever ridiculous thing he was about to be dragged into. He quickly scanned the other members to see their reactions. It ranged from confusion on Mark and Yugyeom’s faces. To excitement, Bambam and Youngjae. And annoyance, which was Jackson and Jinyoung.
Jackson is what surprised him, whatever this was seemed like something right up Jackson’s alley.
Your character is the Rich husband. It is up to you how you portray your character.
You will act out your role on October 31st, at 6 pm at the JYP Entertainment building in the Got7 practice room. Do not reveal the contents of this card to the other members.
~We look forward to seeing you~
“Okay what the fuck?” Jaebum looked up to see Jackson staring at his own card, his eyebrows drawn together.
“It looks like some sort of game.” Mark sighed, clearly not thrilled with this turn of events. “Who’s did you get for your character?”
“The half brother!” Jackson groaned. “What does that even mean?”
“It says we can choose how to play our characters.” Bambam smiled and leaned back against the couch, his head resting against Yugyeom’s leg. “What’s your character Yugyeom?”
“The tennis coach of the old married couples son. Who are you?” He asked Bambam.
Bambam smirked up at the younger boy. “The son. Does this mean we get it on while my parents are out doing rich people things?”
Jaebum was so used to these sort of comments from the maknaes that it was automatic for him to chuck the nearest item at them; this time being Youngjae’s slipper making impact with the side of Bambam’s face. Bambam let out a groan as the shoe slapped his cheek.
“Who’s the old married couple?” Yugyeom asked, choking on a fit of laughter and immediately turning to look at Jaebum.
“Not me, I’m the rich husband. And one of you is my wife.” Jaebum snorted, slightly enjoying the look of distress on everyone’s faces at the thought of being married to the scary leader. Everyone turned to look at one another as they tried to figure out who was the ‘wife’.
“Hyung, I’m your wife now. This means you have to cuddle me whenever I want.” Youngjae said with the most serious face. He held up the facade for only a second before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Well at least they got that part right.” Mark laughed before looking at Jinyoung. “Who are you?”
“I am officially the ‘old rich wife.’” Jinyoung looked both slightly offended and slightly amused, causing Mark to laugh till he had tears in his eyes.
“That means you’re my mom now hyung!” Bambam shouted as he pointed at Jinyoung, an evil grin on his face. Jinyoung’s face was completely emotionless towards that information.
“That makes me your dad, gross.” Mark fake gagged, but then beamed. “At least I get to be Jinyoungie’s husband~” Mark said in a sing-song voice.
Jinyoung’s face still held the blank expression. “Fantastic.”
Mark pouted, slapping Jinyoung’s shoulder. “Stupid, you should be happy to be married to me!”
“Aish! Don’t hit so hard.” Jinyoung complained, but Jaebum didn’t miss the smile that was forming on his friend’s lips.
“So, I’m the rich husband,” Jaebum looked at each person as he listed off their characters. “And Youngjae is my wife. Jinyoung and Mark are the old married couple and Bambam is their son. Yugyeom is Bambam’s tennis coach for some reason, and Jackson is the half brother, but it doesn’t say to who.”
“Does that mean I get to choose who my half brother is? Cause I want it to be Jaebum’s half brother so he can have a sibling now!” Jackson smiled. Jaebum could tell his sour mood was lifting slightly.
“That’s fine with me, just don’t try to steal my wife.” Jaebum deadpanned, making Youngjae laugh as he leaned his head onto his shoulder.
“This is all great and what not, but what does this mean? What’s the purpose behind this?” Yugyeom shifted slightly, moving his leg and laughing when Bambam’s head hit the edge of the couch.
“Like I said, it’s more than likely just a game. Maybe for a variety show or something.” Mark reached over and laced his fingers with Jinyoung’s, a yawn escaping his mouth as he leaned into the younger man’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “I guess we’ll find out on the 31st, but I think we should sleep now.”
“Agreed.” Jaebum said, standing from the couch and reaching his hand out for Youngjae’s.
And with that, one by one, everyone shuffled off to their rooms to sleep. Oblivious to the game JYP had in store for them.