Ah Yong!

me :

I Am Writer who main raps Monster, the same good guy from

BTS

and Maine Jackson, the handsome and cute guy from

GOT7

at

All of a sudden I was just shipping it myself.

Short fiction of a couple who love each other and cross bands between

R A P M O N S T E R

J A C K S O N

By receiving inspiration from

** Big warning **

This fic is just the imagination of the author. The story itself is not related to the artist in any way. There is a spark of imagination that comes from reality. But the rest of the content in the fic is just the imagination of the author. This is a fic. Please do not mix the stories in the fic with reality to the point of causing distress to the artist.

Thank you, I love you, everyone. I hope you have fun reading this Chipmonson fic.

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“Rapmon ah… Are you free today?…” A voice said while rolling around in bed on this boring holiday.

Please tell me you're free!

[Ah… Jackson, I'm sorry I have to say this again. But I'm busy.]

“Hey! What? Today is a holiday!!” Jackson shouted when he received an answer that did not suit his needs.

How can I not make a fuss? Invited Ten, Ten refused. He's starting to think about whether this friend is really busy or just doesn't want to see him!

[Yes, but hey… So why didn't you go home?]

“When I went back, I didn't see anything to do. Besides, I only went back for two days and just sitting on the plane wasted up half a day,” Jackson said before changing his sleeping position to make it easier to talk. “And you, you're not going home. Or what?”

[I went back and went back. I just have a song to work on.] The person on the other end of the line replied in a slightly tired tone, "Oh, are you going to make a comeback?"

[Yes, it's close enough so we have to hurry.]

“And how many songs are left?”

[There's only a little more of the title left. But I still can't figure it out. This is the problem.]

“That's why you had to come out and drink with me! Please get some rest. I think you've come to find inspiration too. I'll take care of you soon. I miss you." Jackson said in a very pleading tone. Without knowing how far the person on the other end of the line was thinking [Sigh... OK, but just for a moment]

“Yes!!!!!”

In the end, he finally softened...

“Rapmon, this way, woohoo, my friend!” shouted the old, cheerful voice loudly among the crowd. Rap Monster walked in wearing a black wool hat and a pair of black sunglasses that sometimes he secretly thought, Does this friend see a way?

"this! Why are you losing your voice?! Soon the fans will---”

"Yah, Rapmon, how long have you not been out? Hey, this is a pub only for celebrity idols. Paparazzi and fans can't come in."

“I didn't know there was a place like this…” Rap Monster said as he followed his good friend, Jackson, to the table reserved under his name. “Have a seat, little one. Wow, a glass of Sidecar.”

“We didn't come to drink together. Do you remember?” Rap Monster asked in surprise. “I have to remember. You are my dear friend."

A friend? Just friends??

“By the way, how is work? Are you tired? Is it too heavy? You're not very good at dancing. You have to practice hard, right? Are you tired? Well, people are worried about this...

“Calm down, one question at a time.”

"Okay, okay. How's the work?"

“Well… good, I think,” Rap Monster said as he picked up the cocktail glass that had just been served and drank. “I'm afraid that if I make a song that the fans won't like it, there's been a lot of people missing lately…”

“Your song is quite good. Who dares to abandon the handsome and talented Mr. Kim Namjoon?” Jackson said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his best friend's face.

Can you not come and do this?

Really cute.

“Hmm, so how are you? Is it working?” Rap Motor changed the subject before downing his entire cocktail and about to order more. But a good hand grabbed it and said, "That's enough. It's expensive. I can't afford it. Here, you'd better have a beer with me."

"Oh no, I'll just drink water."

"Hey, let's drink beer together. I ordered a lot for you," Jackson said, pleading again. And it worked. “Oh, okay,” Rap Monster said, giving in again.

What happens next, I don't know.

Wang Jackson

Really heavy...

Who knew that his best friend would be so soft on beer? Knowing this, it's better not to push him to eat from the beginning. I'm lazy to carry it back to my dorm. Lazy to get scolded by Mene and himself as well.

"Hey Rapmon, hello, you're not that drunk anymore."

“Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey! The beer is delicious! Bring it again, beautiful one.”

"What a beauty. Hey Mon, Namjoon, you're so heavy. You don't have to hug me, you don't have to tease me," he said, trying to push away his unconscious drunk friend who was trying to hug him.

Are you a great hugger when you're drunk?

"Jack Chan, please give me a hug. Please kiss me, please kiss me."

"What a fragrant smell. Are you crazy?"

“What is it, is this so disgusting? Am I really that disgusting? Haha.” The drunk man didn't say anything. Gripping both of Jackson's shoulders tightly, he buried his face in a chest that was slightly narrower than his own.

“Yes, I am disgusting…”

“What the hell are you talking about? Who hates you?”

“I'm disgusting, Jackson. I'm disgusting. Because I like men! And that man is… Krok.” All of them listened carefully. In the end, the drunk man lost his power and passed out on Jackson's chest. "Hey, Namjoon..." Jackson wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, so he poked his finger a little. The person who was lying on his chest was sleepwalking. Continue with that sentence.

It made him really not know what to do…

T A L K.

What is that sentence? Haha. I won't tell you. I'll leave you confused. Haha.

This is the first short fic that was inspired by behind-the-scenes rehearsals.

MAMA2015

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How much of a chip? Don't ask anyone. Comment and ask us here. Haha.

See you next time when we have a moment. Hello. @

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