The Foreigner and Got7

Ayana’s POV
I sat at my dining table, quietly anticipating a text back as I looked at the clock. The seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. My heart began to fall when ten minutes passed and I got no text. I was being stupid, they were probably busy.
“Or maybe they are famous celebrities with no time for idiots like you.” I shouted at myself and then groaned. “Got7 will be the death of me.”
My phone buzzed then and my eyes grew wide as I realized JB wanted to come over. I looked around my place, it was pretty neat and then I checked my fridge…I could cook but my arm really didn’t help…
After debating for half an hour, I sent a text back with my address. I didn’t have to wait long as he texted back telling me he’d be on his way.
I had to hurry. At the concert I looked like an idiot and didn’t put much thought into what I’d wear or anything but this time, I raided my closet. I had to look just right.
I giggled as I put the music up and sang along. I tried on several different outfits, some too flashy, some too plain until I decided on a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose sweater. Perfect to wear at home.
I got started on a few appetizers and realized I’d run late if I didn’t hurry. Careful not to put too much stress on my arm, I finished the little corn dogs and made some lemonade.
Just as I finished cleaning, the doorbell rang. I ran over to the door and checked out the peephole. There standing outside my door, stood JB. He looked nervous as he pulled on his coat collar and I giggled quietly as I admired him.
Taking a deep breath and assessing myself one last time in the mirror next to the door, I opened it.
“Hey!” I said smiling.
“Hey!” He smiled back, his perfect white teeth flashing as his eyes shrunk.
“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him in and I noticed he was carrying a plastic bag.
“Here, these are for you.” He held it out to me and I saw that it was a fruits basket.
“You didn’t have to…thank you.” As I shut the door, we stood in awkward silence. What was I supposed to say? “Let’s sit.” I walked him over to my tiny living room and sat him down on the couch. “Sorry, it’s a bit small but it’s still home.”
“It’s lovely. You’re lucky to have your own place. You’re parents aren’t here?” JB asked. I could hear the accent in his voice but it made it that much more appealing.
“No, they are back in the states. I’m here for my job.”
“That’s right, Mark mentioned you were in the army.” I nodded but before I could say anything, the doorbell rang again. I looked at it, confused. I wasn’t expecting other guests.
I excused myself to open the door. Looking out of the peephole, no one was there so I cautiously opened my door and suddenly six figures jumped out and shouted.
“Oh my god.” I wanted to curse but I held my tongue. The other members of Got7 stood at my doorstep, grinning.
“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Jackson said as he looked down at me.
“Yes we did.” Youngjae said.
“Hey, how are you?” Mark came in for a hug, careful not to bump my arm and I hugged him back awkwardly.
“This is a pleasant surprise. I had no idea you guys were coming.”
“Should we leave?” Jr. asked, almost too seriously.
“Of course not, the more the merrier. Please, come in.” The boys set their shoes aside and stepped into my tiny apartment. With eight of us there now, it seemed a little cramped and I apologized.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a nice place.” Jr. said, lightening the mood from his earlier comment.
“Hey JB! My man!” Mark said as he entered the living room and I watched as JB tried to keep a smile on his face.
“You guys are here. How nice.” He said dryly. Then he said something in Korean that shut the others up and for a moment, they all looked at each other. I almost thought something was wrong before they all burst out laughing.
It was a good thing I made extra food so when the boys settled into my cramped living room, I brought out the appetizers and lemonade.
“Why did you do all of this?” Mark said standing up and taking the tray from my hand.
“Umm… I just wanted to.” He shook his head and everyone thanked me before digging in. I just stood back and watched. Was it real? Was Got7 really at my house? I wanted to scream and twirl and scream again but I couldn’t.
I kept my cool and watched as they ate. BamBam noticed me watching and stood up with a mini corndog in hand and approached me.
“Here, you should eat too.” I smiled and shook my head but he insisted, bringing the food closer to my mouth. The ketchup coating it stuck to my lips and I was a little taken aback when BamBam gave me a sly smile and wiped it off my lips with his thumb. He kept his hand like that for a moment before Mark pushed him away and tried to stuff my face again.
Reluctantly, I took a bite and backed away as he grinned at me. Youngjae offered me a lemonade and I took it from him thankfully as I watched the other boys play around.
“Let’s play some music. What do you have?” Jr. said as he walked over to my little speaker. He paired it and then started playing a song from Infinite and I wondered if it would be a good idea to ask Yugyeom to dance. I was looking over at him when he noticed and stood up.
“You want to dance?”
“Oh no, no, I can’t dance or sing. I’ll leave that to the experts.” Yugyeom grinned as he took my hand and started moving to the music. BamBam joined in happily and so did Mark. He did a backflip but landed and slipped on my carpet and I couldn’t help it as I laughed out at the stunned expression on his face.
“I’m so sorry….that’s rude…” I said between laughs. He sat there staring at me as the others started to laugh and I walked over and gave him a hand. Back on his feet, he did another backflip, this time nailing it and we all cheered.
It was weird but it seemed they were completely comfortable. I chanced a look over at Jackson and I caught him looking at me and immediately I turned away, blushing.
“Crap.” I tried to keep my cool as I gathered the glasses and put them on the tray. When I reached for the other tray, a pale hand touched mine and I looked up to meet his gaze on me.
“I’ll take it.” Jackson said, his voice low. I just nodded and together we walked to the kitchen and I put the trays in the sink. Jackson silently ran the water and I watched as he reached for the sponge.
“No, please. It’s alright. I’ll do them later.”
“It’s okay. I may look like a lazy bum sometimes, but I like cleaning.” I didn’t argue with him as I helped him. We stood there silently, our hands working together to clean the dishes.
“You smell nice.” I almost dropped a glass on the floor when he said that, catching it just in time. I took a deep breath and looked straight at him and although he kept his cool look, I could tell he was suddenly flustered.
“I…umm...thank you.”
“Sure…how is your arm?” Glad for the distraction, I looked at it and then at him and shrugged.
“It’s okay. Hurts a bit but it’s better.”
“Good.” We finished the rest in silence and were wiping our hands on a towel when JB walked into the tiny kitchen.
“What are you guys doing?” JB asked as he picked up an apple from the fruit basket I’d set in the kitchen earlier and threw it in the air.
“Nothing.” Jackson said. “Let’s go back.” An odd look passed between them and for a moment I wondered if something was wrong.
“Hey A-yana. Do you have any games?”
“No…sorry, I have a deck of cards but I have no idea how to play anything.” I said as I took a seat next to an exhausted Yugyeom.
“Teach us something to play from your country.” BamBam said excitedly.
“You mean America?”
“No I mean like where you’re really from.”
“Oh okay. Well, we have this game in India where we all pick a partner and have to dance on this cloth and each time one couple dances off the piece of cloth, they get disqualified and the piece of cloth gets folded and the process repeats again until someone wins.”
“Oh that sounds cool! Let’s play. Do you have any cloths we can use?” I thought about it and realized we could use the new towels I bought.
“I’ll be right back.” They watched me walk back to my room and I realized the towels were stacked on top of my wardrobe, well out of my reach. I looked around me and found my rolling chair to give me a boost. I rolled it in front of the wardrobe and slowly stood on it, careful not to move it too much. I reached up and started to get the towels down. I strained my arm too much and pain shot up my ride side and I yanked back too hard, losing my footing.
I was ready for the hard impact but it didn’t come.
“Oomph!” I heard someone say as I fell into their arms. I opened my eyes to find a surprised Mark standing there.
“Oh!”
“Are you alright?” A million thoughts raced through my mind and it took me a moment to understand what he was asking. I nodded silently and he smiled as he walked me over to my bed and sat me down. “Good thing I came looking for you.”
He looked up at the towels still sitting on top of the wardrobe and in one swift motion, got them down. I stood up, still a little shaky and he grabbed my hand and together we walked out of the room.
“We got the towels.” Mark announced.
“Alright, let’s play. Ayana, you said we need to pick teams right? I want to be on your team.” BamBam said.
“Hey, you can’t just call teams like that!” And suddenly Got7 broke out into an argument.
“Alright, we’ll make a draw.” JB decided.
“Fine.” The others agreed and our names were written on a chit and we divided into two teams and picked our partners.

“Looks like Yugyeom and I are a team.” JB announced. They high fived as they nodded their heads.
“I have Jackson.” Mark announced.
“I have Younjae.” BamBam said and Jr. and I looked at each other.
“I guess I have Ayana.” For some reason, I felt a little nervous. I got a feeling that Jr. didn’t like me. I knew it was ridiculous but no matter what I said to myself, the nagging feeling didn’t leave.
“Aww man.” Mark said and pouted.
“Alright, let’s start.” Jr. and I looked at each other as the others pushed the furniture aside and placed the towels on the ground. We stepped onto ours and waited for the music to start.
“Okay, go!” Yugyeom pressed the button and the music started and we all started to dance. I moved awkwardly until Jr. placed his hand on my waist and I completely froze.
Jr.’s POV
I could tell she wasn’t comfortable dancing with me. She moved awkwardly, never meeting my eyes once. I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly friendly with Ayana as the rest of them were.
When I put my hand on her waist, I could feel her grow tense and stare right at me so I held her gaze and spoke to her softly.
“Loosen up, you need to be free when you dance. We can win this.” I said as fluently as I could.
“Right…” She trailed off and I noticed her hips begin to move as she tried to ease up. I removed my hand from her waist and followed.
“Good.” I said and she smiled, catching me by surprise. I could see what the others saw in her. They were right, she was different.
We were beginning to enjoy ourselves just as JB slipped up and he shouted in frustration as the others laughed.
“Are you okay?” Ayana asked, trying hard not to giggle.
“Yeah…”
“JB you made us lose!” Yugyeom complained and JB grabbed Yugyeom in a headlock before releasing him and going to sit on the couch.
“Alright! Let’s win this.” Mark said, hyped. I looked at Jackson who seemed to be having fun. We folded the towel and the game continued but I realized that Anaya and I were closer than before. There wasn’t a lot of room to move so kind of stood in place and moved to the music.
“Aye!” Youngjae started shouting at BamBam in Korean and they all laughed as he chased him.
“Hey, calm down.” Jackson said, trying to keep cool but he ended up laughing.
“Let’s continue. We can beat them, right Ayana?” Ayanaa looked at Mark and Jackson and then at me.
“Of course.” I grinned at her and for a moment, she stopped smiling before breaking out one of her own grins.
“Let’s do this!” The cloth folded once more and we decided how we would do this and I looked over at Jackson as Mark tried to climb onto his back. “Monkeys.” I said as the others shouted excitedly.
“Umm, I have an idea. I’ll stand on the cloth and you can step on my feet, okay?” I could tell she felt uncomfortable about it but I bet it had to do more with her weight than anything else. Being an idol and girl groups, I knew how sensitive a weight issue could be. But from the looks of it, Ayana looked as light as a feather, even BamBam could pick her up and run a lap or two.
“I don’t…” She looked away from me, a worried expression on her face. The music started and I had no choice but to pick her up in my arms and dance to the music.
“Ohhhhhh!” I heard the shouts of my other team members but I was more preoccupied with Ayana’s surprised brown eyes as she looked up at me.
“Sorry…” I said as we continued to dance to the music. She blushed and looked away but the small smile playing on her pinkish lips reassured me.
“Game over! Game over!” BamBam yelled and I looked over to see Jackson struggling to keep a dancing Mark on his back.
“Shutup!” Jackson yelled but it was no use. Both crashed to the floor in a fit of laughter and the music stopped.
I stood there with Ayana in my arms, somehow unwilling to put her down. The warmth of her body seeped into mine and I welcomed it.
“Junior….you can put her down now.” Mark said as he calmed down. I gave him an irritated look as my ears turned pink and I set her down as everyone cheered.
“That was fun!” Yugyeom said.
“Yeah…Thanks for the dance.” I gave Ayana one last smile before walking away and taking a seat next to JB.
“You surprised me. I didn’t know you liked her THAT much.” JB teased and I just hit his arm. I didn’t realize until later that I hadn’t denied it.

Notes

Real quick, I just want to clarify a few things. My OC's name is Ayana not Anaya. I'm sorry if I get it messed up sometimes.