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they-dont-get-my-back · 4 years ago

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A customer (Chapter 1 out of 2)

Protagonists: Jeno Lee, original character, NCT Dream members mentioned Genre: mystery, noir, self-knowledge “Jeno wanders to a mysterious bookstore where he encounters even more mysterious individual, but somewhere deep down Jeno knows that this story is actually only about him.” TW: none

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Author’s note: When I saw this particular moodboard, an idea sparked inside my mind. With a constant support from my friends, I finally finished the first half of the story that I am presenting to you now. Thank you for your love and kindness, this is for you, I hope you’ll like it :) Special thanks to Woo and Volpe for proofreading <3

Any feedback, reactions, comments, recommendations or ideas for other members’ stories are welcomed, I wouldn’t mind turning this into a series.

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A dark, dim evening, the sun had just set, bits of the dusky orange sky shone through the maze of power lines, chimneys, rooftops and posts. As Jeno was walking down an empty tucked away backstreet, he felt like he set foot on a hidden crossroad between two worlds. The feeling of the unknown and the unexplored sent shivers down his spine and he quickened his pace, as he did not wish to get held up at here any longer than necessary. He told his manager he just wanted to grab something warm to eat and stretch his legs a little, but the truth was… He wanted to be alone.

Not so long ago Jeno realised he has a very rare gift – a gift of invisibility. Wherever he’d go, no matter how many people surrounded him, he felt unseen and unnoticed. Jeno, we need you to voice over this ad. Jeno, we need you to shoot a dance video. Jeno, we need you to smile for the photos. No, no, do the thing with your eyes, yes. Oh, you’re still here? We don’t need anything now. Sorry, were you saying something? Listen I gotta go, talk to you later maybe? Everyone knows Jeno the idol, but how many people have heard of Jeno the person? How many people remember Jeno the friend from school, Jeno the boy next door? What’s the point of rushing back into dorms, if he’s going to feel all the same? At least at here I can hear my own thoughts for a change. Without having to fight to get a word in. Noone’s interested in what you have to say anyway, so be a man, Jeno, and go sulk somewhere where people don’t have to look at your sorry face. Hmm, jjamppong sounds nice.

He walked where his feet led him, hands in the pockets of his coat, eyes staring blankly on the passing pavement tiles, red tiles, black tiles, grey tiles, shapes and figures, forms and contours. His mind unfocused, his thoughts scattered. Stop. Wait. Like in a dream, he saw himself standing in front of a narrow door, black paint flaking away, a few variously shaped and randomly placed yellow window panes, a big brass handle waiting to be pulled. He noticed a little oval plaque in his field of vision and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of a bookshop. A minute passed, maybe ten, maybe an hour. Jeno glanced around, scratching his head. „Uh… good evening!“ He bowed his head a little, even though he didn’t see anyone at the counter. Nevertheless, he felt like he’s being watched, scrutinized, evaluated. Something was staring at him and Jeno suddenly wished that he was invisible again. He turned his head to where he felt the uncomfortable feeling coming from and there it was - behind the desk, on the left side of the wall, squished between large overflowing bookcases, right next to a tall wooden coat-stand shaped like an old tree - a red door with a big round opened eye painted on it. The door was opened, just a few centimetres, and a faint piano music was coming from inside. Come in, if you dare.

Jeno cleared his throat. Might as well look around properly, before they come back out. It’s no use of shouting or trying to make myself heard while that song is still playing. Listening to the melancholic but somewhat promising tune, Jeno inspected the surroundings. The shop looked messy and untidy. Chaos was the king of this castle, carelessness the lady of this household and together they ruled over their tiny land made of heaps of books, magazines and papers haphazardly placed on each other, shelves full of postcards and pictures, walls covered with ornaments and embellishments. Without a single tag or label in sight, Jeno wondered how could anyone find anything in here. He imagined the miscellaneous objects flowing into the shop and never leaving again. His gaze landed on a flashy pink paper packet filled with chewing gums in a no less showy wrapper on one of the shelves. Cool, a freebie! He reached for the gum, unpacked it and threw it into his mouth only to immediately pull a disgusted face as he chewed into the candy. It was like biting into a tasteless rubber. He spit it back out into the crumpled wrapper, put it next to the rest of the unused gums and set out to look for a trash can. He tripped on the thick dusty carpet and nearly stepped on something that looked rather expensive. This must be a bookshop with super rare prints and antiquities of some kind, this isn’t a place for me, I don’t fit in here, I should leave. And so, he stayed, bound in the place by a force of increasing curiosity he did not quite understand.

The piano stopped playing. Perfect, now’s my chance. „Hello? You, uh, have a customer! Heh…“ he stuttered awkwardly. Jeno wasn’t the type of a person who would enjoy excessive attention. If he ever tried to voice his opinion and was met with disregard or unconcern, he would simply think it was because his opinion on that matter was stupid and pointless. That’s why he was fairly used to this, not being heard. The only difference was that usually the rest of the members would fill the room with their chatter, so his lack of involvement in the group activities would normally go unnoticed. Unlike here, where the only sound was a deathly silence and Jeno’s thoughts humming in his head. He already spoke twice, what more does he need to do to be heard? Raise his voice? I just want to buy a book and get out of here. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak and right at that moment, the piano started playing again.

„Wha-, are you kidding me?“ he mumbled quietly under his breath. He looked around, confused, as if he was looking for understanding and sympathy from the other angry customers waiting for their turn to be served. He was the only one here and yet they’re making him wait. What is this, a private concert? Did they possibly saw him coming? Did they think that they’ll impress him with playing lowkey creepy piano melodies? This better not be a prank. He really wasn’t in the mood for fans and he didn’t think he could fake a smile at this hour. But he didn’t notice any hidden cameras, or any security cameras at all for that matter. He paced around the room nervously, scratching his neck. That’s it, I’m leaving. I don’t need that book anyway. I don’t need anything. If they don’t want me here, that’s okay, I’ll do just fine on my own.

He made a few strides towards the front door and then turned around again. „Hellooo! I came here to ask about books! Books that you happen to be selling!“ he raised his voice to the most pleading yet still polite level. The piano stopped again and Jeno gazed hopefully at the red door. He started walking back to the counter, slowly, carefully, as if he didn’t want to scare off the possibility of finally being served. He leaned on the desk, ready to place his order, tapping his fingers impatiently on the dark wooden surface. And just like that, as if it wanted to laugh directly into Jeno’s face, the piano started playing yet another tune, as impatient as Jeno himself. He pursed his lips and bent his head down. What the heck is this place, huh? A bookstore or a concert venue? At least serve some coffee and cake next time! He could just leave, never come back and forget about this place. But he really needed that book, he’s been looking for it so long, and he knew, he just knew, that this is the right place to look for it.

„Alright!“ Jeno raised his head and pointed his index finger to the door, from which the music was coming. „I’m going in there! And I’m going to knock real loud, so you better not be scared or surprised or angry!“ I doubt they can hear me, he thought, as the music only grew louder and louder. Okay, here we go… He approached the door behind the counter, cautiously, and with his finger still pointing forwards he tapped on the red wood with his nail a few times, gingerly, like he was expecting the door to bite his hand, after a while he shook his head and finally made a few feeble knocks. He put his head inside with a quiet: „Excuse me…“ and peeped into the backroom. As soon as his foot touched the threshold, the music stopped playing and Jeno opened the door wide. The room was small and empty, safe for the piano by the wall. No other door, windows, cabinets, electrical appliances, boxes, merchandise, not even trash. Just four bare walls and the damn piano that he swore was playing just a mere second ago.

Jeno gulped, his hand on the doorknob, his feet midstep, his whole body ready to run in the even that something would go wrong. Now now, be brave. „Hello?“ his voice was dry, hoarse and small. Goosebumps covered his nape. „Oh! A customer!“ said a voice behind him. „JESUS CHRIST!“ Jeno nearly fell back onto the ground, as he made several hurried steps backwards, tripping over boxes, books and papers, knocking over the tree coat-stand which embraced him in its patulous grip, making him feel trapped. „Can I help you?“ said the voice and as Jeno’s ragged breath started to decelerate again and as the stars stopped dancing in front of his eyes, only now he saw a pale face hovering in the shadows of the dimly lit place. The initial shock was over and, gradually, the face grew hair, and connected with a torso, arms and legs. „I…“ Jeno stuttered as he finally untangled himself from the clasp of the coat-stand and stood straight, „came here to buy a book.“ He clutched his hand near his heart and blinked hard for a few times. Get a grip, man, get a grip. „Then you’re in the right place! After all, this is a bookstore and we store all kinds of books,“ smiled the face that no longer resembled a ghost, but a person. „I’ve been… waiting here for 15 minutes… at least.“ He tried to sound angry, but the truth was he wasn’t really sure of how much time he actually spent here. Oh my god. A thought just crossed his mind. What if they’re already closed and I didn’t notice and just practically barged in here demanding to be served?!?! He wiped his forehead and opened his mouth to apologize for his intrusion, but before he could say anything, the figure in front of him spoke again. „Gosh, but I didn’t hear or see you at all!“ said the person, covering their red coloured lips with their hand. Typical. „I… tried to…“ Jeno sighed. If they didn’t hear me, I should have made more effort I guess. „I apologize, I’m sorry for the inconvenience I caused you.“ He bowed his head slightly. The person, dressed in a silky black dress that rustled with every step, fixed their dark eyes on Jeno’s apologetic face and shook their head disappointedly. They passed Jeno, who hurriedly backed out of their way, bumping into the red door, oh, I could have sworn the eye was open. huh, weird, and started to rummage through the bookshelves and bookcases, opening drawers and cabinets, dancing around all the clutter with their feet bare, without knocking over a single thing.

„So?“ asked the bookstore owner, combing through a particularly overflowing drawer. „Sorry?“ „Which book are you looking for?“ Jeno resisted the urge to facepalm himself and laughed nervously instead. „Ah, the book…“ Wait, the book? What book? „Umm… the book,“ he frowned. Why is he here again? He finished his schedule, yes, and then got out of the car sooner than the rest, because…? Because I wanted to buy a book? Uhh… I guess? „Um, yeah, I was hoping to get a book about the history of-“ „Hey!“ the character was now standing in the middle of the room, their arms crossed in an irritated manner, the long red painted nails tapping angrily. „Did you eat my chewing gum?“ You IDIOT! And you even left the wrapper and the actual gum right there on the shelf, ugh! „I’m really sorry,“ Jeno started apologizing at the double, „it was just sitting there, I thought-“ „How did it taste?“ asked the owner. „Um…“ Jeno blinked a few times and frowned. „Weird,“ he answered, looking down at his feet, like he was feeling guilty and disappointed at the same time. „I remember really liking this brand and it surprised me that is tasted so… stale,“ he answered truthfully. The woman sighed. „No wonder. It’s a special edition, a collectible. It’s been sitting here for five years. And now it’s ruined.“ She took the whole package in her hands and shook her head, discontented. Who the hell stores a pack of freaking chewing gums? „I guess I should have treated it better, maybe all the exposure made it tasteless and bland.“ She clicked her tongue. „What a shame. But at least the wrapping is still colourful and pretty to look at.“ „Uh… yeah. Sorry about that.“ She put the gums back in place and resumed with the thorough scouring of the area. „What book did you say you wanted?“ Oh, yeah, the book. The damn book again. „Ah, yeah, um… I was interested in the techniques of-“ „How about this one?“ The woman, currently kneeling down by one of the huge bookcases, proposed. Jeno stared at her, eyes wide. She reached under the furniture, scrabbled and felt around a bit, until she triumphantly retrieved a blue hardback tome. Just what is going on in here?

Jeno watched the woman get up again, dust down her knees with a sigh, and then walk back behind the counter. She put the book on the desk and Jeno finally got a good look. The jacket was dusty, creased and torn in a few places. There were no pictures or details, it was just… blue. „Sound…” he read out loud. „Sound?“ Jeno raised an eyebrow. „That’s the title, yes.“ „It looks like a… heavy reading.“ He took the book in his hands to weigh it, it must be at least 500 pages long. „And pretty expensive.“ „It’s a poetry book, if you’re worried about the pages. And you don’t have to pay me for it.“ „Ah, I-… Wait, what? You don’t want me to pay you for it?“ „No, because I am not selling it to you. I’ll only let you borrow it. I‘ve always wanted to read it, because I am curious about the story, but… Do you sometimes get the feeling, be it a book, a movie, a photograph, or even a new pair of shoes, that it’s calling out to you? And when you finally get it, it’s like it’s your missing puzzle piece that you didn’t even know you need and it makes you complete?“ „I… guess, yeah.“ But not really, no. I can’t remember the last time I had this feeling. „Well, turns out, this book doesn’t complete me.“ She packed it in a plain paper bag and sealed it with a decorative tape. „But it might complete you,“ the owner said expectantly, sliding the wrapped book towards Jeno. He touched the paper and for a while, the room drowned in complete silence and time stopped, like a movie that froze and only showed a single frame. A frame with a book wrapped in a plain paper bag in the center, a woman’s hand with red fingernails touching it on the right, a man’s veined hand touching it on the left. Jeno’s hand.

He moved his fingers the tiniest bit and with them, the book. His body was immediately hit with a wave of electricity, the time unfroze and Jeno sighed heavily, leaning against the counter, like he just ran a hurdle race. „Will that be all?“ asked the owner with a kind smile. „I… can’t just take it.“ „You already did.“ She pointed towards the book Jeno was hugging anxiously, like he was afraid someone would steal it from him. He looked down, sighed again and finally stood up straight again. „I can’t take it for free. Even though I’m just borrowing it. How do you know I won’t run off with it?“ „Are you a thief?“ „No, but… I could be!“ „Well, in that case… How about you leave something behind then, like a pledge? I quite like the ring of yours,“ she pointed on Jeno’s hand, which he quickly pulled away. „That’s… it’s not anything fancy, and it’s bent, twisted… it’s worthless.“ „I’ll lend you a thing that’s worthless to me and you’ll lend me a thing that’s worthless to you. That’s a fair deal I’d say.“ She held out her hand. Jeno hesitated. What will the others think when he comes back without his friendship ring? They probably won’t even notice. „Alright…“ he took off the ring and rolled it around for a bit in his hand. Then, with a guilty feeling, he placed it in the owner’s hand, immediately regretting his decision. „Thank you for your purchase, have a nice day and see you whenever!“ he heard the woman say with a smile, pocketing the ring quickly. Then the door behind him shut with a loud bang and he was staying outside, with a book he didn’t know he needed and without a ring he didn’t remember wearing.

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leejeongz · 6 years ago

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Stray Kids reaction to having to do a duet with their crush

😎thank you for the compliment sweetheart, I hope you enjoy (sorry some are kinda short I was running out of original ideas)😎

Bang Chan:

Chan knew you had musical talent but to what extent he didn’t know. Classes usually weren’t that challenging, only once a ‘15% of your grade’ performance came up did you truly let go. You decided to partner up with Chan, your crush for years, it was hard not to fall for his cute dimple and perfect curls, not to mention his dedication to music. When you asked him to join you he was taken back. He didn’t expect such confidence, if anyone ever made a first move he always expected it to be him. You exchanged numbers and stopped by his dorms since you walked with him that evening. His room was spotless, a few stuffed toys (as expected) and lots of musical equipment. There became an awkward silence when his roommate Changbin walked in but he soon left. You picked up Chan’s guitar and randomly strummed some chords. He turned around, a huge smile on his face. Tonight was the best night ever! He could get used to this. You kept playing the same rhythm while he fiddled with his computer and soon you created a song. It was undeniably the best thing you’d ever heard, you knew this was the best you, when you were with Chan.

“I can’t wait to perform this live, if you get nervous you can hold my hand I guess. Oh wait you’ll be holding a guitar silly me.”

Woojin:

You were called up to the front of the class, a nervous wreck. You had an excellent voice, but what if others didn’t think so? When the teacher saw your shaking hands holding the lyric sheet even though you learnt the words off by heart, she invited up the person who’d coincidentally chosen to sing the same song as you. Although it wasn’t strictly allowed to do it together, your teacher was understanding of the anxieties you currently faced and decided to make things a tiny bit better. Woojin stood next to you, looking directly forward trying not initiate eye contact as you prepared yourselves which would have been the biggest distraction for him, the class all expecting something fantastic. Together, you did not disappoint. You hit all the high notes perfectly and yours and Woojin’s voices matched together well. As you sung, you often heard Woojin lower the volume of his voice, making yours shine brightly as the main one. Your voice was one that deserved to be shown off and Woojin made sure you knew that for the rest of the school year.

“Hey y/n, do you remember our little duet? The one where you sounded like an angel? Yeah that one”

Lee Know:

You were sick on the day that the teacher picked your partners for the annual poetry competition. It was against all the other schools in your area and you usually came within the top 5. This year your partner was Minho, the guy that just texted you “hey boo we’re writing words together be at my house by 6 else I’ll burn your gym clothes next week.” You knew he couldn’t burn your gym clothes but erm you were still scared because it’s Minho ofc. 5:50 you arrived at his door, poetry pre written since you knew Minho wouldn’t do much tonight. He opened the door wearing a clean white shirt and jeans. You looked down at your outfit, a white top with slightly too skinny for Minho to handle jeans, what a funny coincidence. He showed you inside and took you to Chan’s room. His idea was to write it like a rap, with flow and a rhythm so he could take part too since he found poetry boring. When you finished creating it, you decided that Minho was to rap it all and you would repeat words for emphasis, Minho claiming it was too strenuous or a pretty little mouth of yours to rap at such high speed.

“We all have are separate talents y/n, but we share the extremely good looking talent”

Changbin:

He never really took notice of you in music class before, not that you weren’t an amazing person or anything, just that music is what Changbin is most passionate in, it takes a lot to distract him. Partner work was something he dreaded since the class was compulsory meaning talent was really lacking until you came to his house one day. The teacher partnered you two up that day and you pair exchanged numbers. You had previous lyrics that you had worked on to show Changbin but you didn’t think they’d be good enough for him, what with him being the literal genius in the field. You showed up at his door with your phone and a few snacks for you two, wearing the same clothes as for school yet somehow you looked different to Changbin, a lot cuter, maybe it was because he had time to study your beautiful features.

You presented Changbin with your lyrics yet he didn’t notice, too busy fawning over your beauty. You moved the paper forward with more emphasis and he invited you in shaking his head to snap out of the trance. The lyrics were amazing, he was super impressed and didn’t you just know it.

“This is better than what I had planned! Y/n you’re a lyrical genius! You’re so perfect is there anything you can’t do?!”

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin had every single class together. When he wasn’t staring at you, you were staring at him. All the teachers noticed. The final straw as in music class, you were getting the bongo drums from the corner of the music room, eyes still fixed on Hyunjin when you tripped, landing in the instrument trolly. Hyunjin giggled but the teacher didn’t find it as funny. “Y/n today you aren’t working with your friends, please work with someone else as punishment, how about Hyunjin?” You were secretly so happy to be working with him and the feeling was mutual. Your vibes clicked instantly and the beat you created was so unique but also amazing! You were so in sync with each other and began to work together more. Shoutout to the music teacher for creating this magnificent duo.

“We work well together, maybe it’s a sign”

Han:

Casted as the two main roles (a couple who met at school and who grew up together) of your schools production, you and Jisung went over your lines every night for 2 months. November came round quickly and you were all gathered in the hall for an announcement. None really concerned you except the last “y/n, Jisung, we are introducing a duet at the end please learn the words to “stand by me” by the end of this week.” You met with Jisung after the meeting and discussed the new plans. Jisung couldn’t hide his excitement yet you weren’t so sure. Singing wasn’t what you wanted to do, you weren’t confident in your voice. You practiced the song with Jisung every night, forgetting the script even existed until you felt confident enough. Jisung became like your best friend and your singing tutor all in one. You were never apart and neither of you minded. Jisung was sad when the production was finally over so he knew what he had to do.

“I wish I could say everything about you was perfect y/n, but your relationship status isn’t... can I change that for you?”

Felix:

Everyone has a crush on felix, everyone, but he only had eyes for you. Your first class this year was music, it wasn’t something you took last year so you had to do it this year. You were the first to arrive, other students slowly filling up the room but the chair next to you remained empty. As the final few stragglers came in you spotted him, THE Felix Lee. He rushed to the seat next to you, still looking kinda cool and smooth, even while tripping on the table leg. The teacher announced that for the next year this will be your seating plan and you will work with you seat partners to which everyone was clearly envious of you. Felix has millions of ideas and they all sounded promising, you couldn’t wait for this year to begin.

“We should do it all at my house! My friends have all the recording stuff! Gosh this is so perfect”

Seungmin:

You’d fallen for his kindness. Admittedly he could be a snake at times but he’s a teenager and that’s fun, it spices him up a bit right? You took music class seriously, mainly because you knew no one in there to have fun with but also because you wanted to impress Seungmin. Your science class was pretty much the same, none of your friends were in that class either so when presentations came up there was no one to turn to. Seungmin walked over to your desk with a note. He handed it to you and ran off shortly after. Strange behaviour from someone as cute as Seungmin you thought. Your eyes drifted from his hair bouncing while he ran to the note. It read “we’ll be partners, I have an idea for us that will guarantee an A*.” Intrigued, you met Seungmin outside school at 4pm and he took you to the dorms. You were the perfect person to put this plan into action with. You and seungmin had great voices and both enjoyed science why not combine the two. After all it would be easier to remember stuff if it was in song form. That evening you finished the song and even watched a movie. You and seungmin shared some hobbies and gelled well, maybe it was because he studied your hobbies before asking you but you didn’t need to know that right?

“You enjoy fashion don’t you? Oh me too! Colours and everything, very creative”

I.N:

Jyp was one intimidating man, that was for sure, but this time you felt comforted. Recently you had gotten closer to Jeongin, a fellow aspiring kid who was shit scared of jyp. You both worked together to produce a song with the help of his group members for some duet thing he wanted to see for a jype concert. The first time you practiced you were a little rusty but Jeongin took you out bowling and to a diner after so you’d forget about it. You gradually got better, your voices slotted together perfectly and soon the duet became untouchable. The concept of doing a duet with his crush at first was daunting but you were both so naturally comfortable around each other that his feelings didn’t get in the way. When you passed jyp’s scrutinisation, Jeongin took you out to the bowling alley and diner once again.

“We’ve come so far together y/n, I thought this was gonna crash and burn, but instead we grew into incredible individuals and an even better pair I’m extremely thankful to you y/n”

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#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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