a/n: absolute pointless fluff bc rapmon-dongsaeng hurts my feelings with baptan feels and im actually all for tearing down inter-fandom barriers

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junhong inconspicuously surveys the practice room, the target of his scrutiny with his back turned against him. easing through the tiny slip of space between the door, junhong slides across the floor with a cheeky grin, ready to pounce upon his prey.

“i can see you, you know,” jimin briefly glances up from his phone, and junhong puffs his cheeks because he’s been thwarted, yet again.

“whatever,” junhong shrugs, closing the distance in a few, long strides and placing his arm gently on top of jimin’s head.

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jongup may not be the tallest, most impressive member in the pack.

but where he lacks in height, he makes up for in agility and brute strength that is clearly apparent in the ripple of lean muscles as he pins junhong to the floor, one hand locking a struggling arm behind the younger wolf’s back, the other curled gently around the nape of his neck to hold him down into submission.

“calm down,” jongup whispers, leaning forward to graze his lips across the shell of junhong’s ear. “you’re going to wake everyone up.”

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junhong’s teeth burn like he’s chewing on a mouth full of razors, and his muscles itch with excess energy that refuses to let up no matter how many rounds he makes around the perimeter of the entire forest.

“it’s because you’re still adjusting,” yifan tells junhong when the newly changed pup comes barreling into his tent, a long list of complaints spilling from his lips in a nonstop stream of words and whines.

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there are times when junhong is on top of the stage, even after two whole years had passed, and he is still thoroughly bewildered by the sea of screaming and chanting faces, utterly in awe of the amazing love and dedication he feels pouring in from the crowds below. and junhong is left winded and speechless.

b.a.p, 방용국!

there are also times when junhong feels the pressures and expectations to live up to the adoration of their fans, an enormous sack of bricks and boulders weighing down heavily on his shoulders. so much to the point that he lives in constant fear of tripping up, making a mistake, and disappointing the world, revealing that he’s not exactly all that they think he is. just some average kid, with average skills, who got lucky enough to win a few minutes in the limelight.

b.a.p, 김힘찬!

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junhong quickly snatches himchan’s americano with the stealth of a ninja, taking a tiny sip of the iced beverage before shoving it back into place in himchan’s expectant hand.

“ugh, hyung, how do you drink that stuff?” junhong winces, sticking out his tongue and making to grab for daehyun’s banana nut muffin to wash down the bitter aftertaste. but daehyun reacts a second faster than junhong can reach, cramming the remaining two-thirds of the pastry into his mouth.

junhong glares at his hyung, mouthing ‘pig,’ as daehyun smirks through his ballooned cheeks, wagging his finger condescendingly at the disgruntled maknae.

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daehyun wants to laugh but bites it back because the expression on junhong’s face is just so sad, so devastated, as if all the disappointment in the world couldn’t have prepared him for this tragic moment.

“why does this always happen to me?” junhong’s voice quivers as he stares despondently at his empty ice cream cone, then at the puddle of goopy pink mess melting on the sizzling, summer sidewalk. “why?”

daehyun doesn’t say anything until he’s absolutely sure that his voice is steady enough to speak without cracking up. because agitated junhong is a dangerous junhong. and daehyun isn’t ready to face the consequences of incurring the maknae’s wrath for making fun of him.

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