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seonghwaddict · 2 years ago

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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 007 ] the latter option.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of… interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. alcohol consumption, swearing. word count. 2.2k

　　　　　　　　chapter vi // chapter vii // chapter viii

The boys dropped you off at your apartment since it was on the way to their house and you promised Sangmi that you’d go to the party together. Not to mention you needed some more things for your outfit; makeup and undergarments. After waving goodbye to them as they drove off, you spun around on your heels. You walked into the apartment building, nodding hello to the workers in the lobby and quickly getting into the elevator and riding it to the fifth floor.

You unlocked the front door and walked in, finding Sangmi and two of your friends, Daniel and Minseong, in the living room playing Uno as they waited for you. At the sound of you entering the 2 bedroom apartment, they all set down their cards and turned to greet you.

“Hey.” You smiled at them warmly, letting the two men side hug you as you clutched your bag of clothes in your dominant hand. “Are you guys also coming to the party?”

“Of course! Daniel needs to get super drunk so he can forget about his rough breakup with Sunhee.” Minseong laughed, lightly punching his best friend in the arm.

They were already changed into something you’d expect them to wear to a party. Daniel wore a silky blue button-up tucked into a pair of black pants, chains hanging from his belt while Minseong had a much more casual outfit—blue jeans and a loose white tank top. Nevertheless, both of them looked positively handsome.

“I moved on, and so has she,” the brunet shrugged, “I saw her and Daehyun looking awfully smitten in building C earlier.”

You regarded his posture carefully, squinting in disbelief. “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”

Daniel’s face suddenly changed to a pained grimace, hand coming up to wipe away non-existent tears. “Yeah, I am.” He straightened himself out and offered the three of you another shrug. “I don’t know… it’s been like a week, and everywhere I go I just end up looking around and hoping I see her somewhere.”

“You were together for almost three years, it’s okay to miss that relationship.” Sangmi patted his shoulder reassuringly before turning around and heading to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. She continued, speaking over her shoulder. “And who knows, maybe you’ll find someone at the party today.”

Assuming that the conversation was over, you excused yourself and shuffled to your bedroom. You pulled the new clothing items and laid them out on your bed, trying to decide what else you’d wear. The corset top didn’t seem like it needed a bra, so you just pulled out black panties. Feeling that it needed one more thing, you grabbed a pair of white thigh-high socks.

Once you had everything on, you sat at your desk and did your makeup, watching what you did through the desktop mirror. You were never a fan of thick layers of cakey makeup, so you opted to go for a light look.

You put a little bit of eyeshadow on your eyelids, followed by some iridescent glitter, a thin straight line of eyeliner and some mascara on your upper and lower lashes before dusting some blush on your cheeks. As a final touch, you applied red-tinted lipgloss to your plump lips.

For your hair, you brushed it and then fluffed it up, too lazy to style it properly. Everything looked great when looked at yourself in the mirror in your closet and you exited the room with a smile, happy with your choices. You heard a low whistle as you walked past the kitchen and turned to find Minseong checking you out. Feeling generous, you gave him a twirl.

You knew he didn’t mean anything by praising you for your looks, too committed and in love with his boyfriend—who he was going to meet up with at the party—so you didn’t question it when he came up to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to the living room so you could all leave.

“You went shopping?” Sangmi raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down and then nodding approvingly.

“Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, taking the hems of each side of your white shirt and parting them so she could get a better look at the corset. “Don’t worry, I still have money for the rent. Wooyoung and his friends paid for me.”

The three of them stilled and looked at you, then at each other, then at you again.

“Are you fucking any of them?”

Taken aback, you choke on nothing and step away from Minseong as the question leaves his lips, holding your hands up. “Woah. Let’s calm down a bit. No, of course, I’m not!”

“But why would they just pay for you? We saw the bag, that place is not cheap by any means.” Daniel leaned against the back of the couch, arms crossing over his chest.

“I’ve been getting close with Wooyoung because of our project and he obviously sees me as a friend. They’re filthy rich and from what I can tell, they’re nice people. So, I’ll do you one better.” You mirrored his pose, sticking your chin up and crossing your arms over your chest. “Why would they ever think to sleep with me?”

Sangmi snorted. “They’ve probably gone through more than half the girls on campus.”

On one of the days when you and Wooyoung were working together, Seonghwa decided to keep you guys company again. It was that day that you asked them about the rumours. They admitted to having slept around quite a bit but were very quick to deny that everyone was exaggerating and that they didn’t want you to see them as sex-thirsty animals.

Which is why you completely dismissed Sangmi’s statement in favour of arguing against it. “Actually, that’s not true, people on campus just tend to dramatise and sexualise everything about them.” You sighed. “Guys, I swear, it’s not like that. I think they just need a genuine friend.”

They exchanged looks again.

“So, you’re telling me,” Daniel started, scepticism dripping from his tongue, “you haven’t even thought about them in that way.”

“No.” Your answer was firm and clear, so they didn’t doubt you for even a second. Deciding to move on, the four of you left the building and got into Daniel’s car as you sent him the address of the house.

But what you said was one hundred per cent, without a doubt a lie. Of course, you had thought about them in more than a platonic way. It was hard not to, especially with the way they treated you.

You couldn’t deny the way your breath hitched every time Wooyoung leaned a little too close.

Or how at peace you felt when you sat in the library with Seonghwa, revising notes from a linguistics lecture until you fell asleep and woke up in his car with his jacket draped around you.

Or how you couldn’t help but feel all giggly and silly every time Jongho walked through the door of your bookshop.

Or how your throat suddenly went dry when you rode shotgun in San’s car, his hand flying to your thigh to keep you steady after a particularly abrupt break.

Or how appreciated you felt when you entered Yeosang’s café and he started making your drink without you having to order it, having memorised and perfected it to your tastes based on his observations.

Or how your face felt so warm when Yunho kept you company as you picked out jewellery.

Or the pull of attraction you felt as soon as you caught sight of Mingi, his aura so intriguing with looks to match.

Or how completely seen how felt when Hongjoong indulged and participated in your rambling of music and art throughout most of the drive.

During this drive, however, you knew no one would have those conversations with you. Both of the guys in STEM courses—Minseong took biology and Daniel took Mechanical Engineering. Both of them completely messed up their sleep schedules and regretted all their life choices very thoroughly. And Sangmi, while she did have to work with music a lot as a dance major, she didn’t care about it or think about it as you did.

Soon enough, the car slowed to a stop a little down the street of the house. Despite this, as soon as you got out of the car, you could already hear the music in the distance. The sound of which only got louder and louder the closer your group got to the building, beats resounding through your bones.

Inside there were far more people than you expected, already feeling warm as bodies swayed and danced around you. Trying to remember the layout of the house, you squeezed your way through the crowd and into the kitchen area which was thankfully less crowded than the entrance hall and living room. It was also the only place actually illuminated by the ceiling lamps, they had set up some kind of projector that lit up the rest of the house a dark blue with specs of light.

Daniel was still behind you, talking to you though you couldn’t hear him through the loud noises surrounding you as you both poured yourself your first drinks of the night. Ten minutes later and you had downed five or six shots of soju and were feeling reasonably lighter and more carefree. Between your shots, you made sure to take a few gulps of water and have bites of pizza from the counter in hopes to make your hangover the next day a bit lighter.

Daniel disappeared into the crowd and when you looked into the living room, you caught brief glances of Sangmi already dancing with the girl she had been telling you about for the past three weeks. Minseong separated from you as soon as the four of you stepped into the house, on a mission to go find his boyfriend. So, all on your own, you took one more shot poured by some shirtless guy on the opposite side of the counter, downed the rest of your water, and made your way to the heart of the party.

You weren’t sure how much time you spent in the living room, your phone having been handed to Minseong since he was the only one staying sober tonight and you didn’t want to risk losing anything. Eventually, you got tired of the sweatiness as people nudged and rubbed and danced. You had yet to see any of the boys, so you decided to walk around in hopes of finding one of them.

Knowing Hongjoong was deejaying tonight, you knew he must be somewhere in the living room as well, so you shoved your way to the back end. True to your suspicions, he stood behind a makeshift DJ setup as he talked with Mingi, both of them holding red solo cups in their hands and occasionally taking sips. A giddy smile overtook your face as you skipped over to them.

Sneaking up behind Mingi and hoping his body was large enough to hide you from Hongjoong, you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face and giggling into his back. You felt him freeze beneath your touch as Hongjoong let out a chuckle.

“Hey, I’m sorry but–” he peeled off your hands and turned around, cutting himself off when he saw you. “Oh.”

You stepped into the space next to him so Hongjoong could also be part of the conversation, Mingi’s body following you as he continued to stare. Hongjoong was faring much better. Both their jaws dropped ever so slightly as they took in your appearance.

He’d never tell you this, but Hongjoong and Seonghwa both had a thing for corsets. So, when the blue-haired man saw through the opening of the white shirt and finally noted the fact you were wearing one with a waist chain, he couldn’t help but let his eyes flit over you hungrily.

“You guys look great!” You shouted over the music, words slurred together as the alcohol began taking effect.

Mingi collected himself, grinning as he slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “We could say the same for you, princess.”

As his words registered, they both watched with adoration twinkling in their eyes as you looked up at him and giggled a “thank you” and covered your blushing face with both of your hands. The three of you conversed, though neither of the men could tear their eyes away.

Much to Mingi’s dismay, you eventually removed yourself from him and moved to step away from them in general. “I’m gonna go find the other guys. Do you know where they are?”

They both thought for a moment. They had two options; tell you they didn’t know and hope you stayed with them, or tell you what they knew and watch you leave. Finally, they settled on the latter option, not wanting you to get disappointed.

“Yeosang is upstairs making sure people aren’t fucking in our rooms,” Hongjoong laughed, “If you go upstairs and he’s not in the hallway, try checking the third room on the left.”

“Thank you, Joongie!” You went up to him, hugging him briefly and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning and disappearing up the stairs.

Yeah, the latter option was definitely the right choice.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] sorry this chapter is out a bit later than usual, i didn't have everything ready to be published. but, anyways, i hope you guys liked it!! i think the mutual attraction between mc and the boys has been established, so let's see what happens when they all look delicious and get a little too drunk.

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ethercvl · 7 months ago

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open starter for choi sunhee ( artist from the night court ) @ofcourtfablesarchive

sunhee had never really been one to venture far from her home, so finding herself in the dusk court was far from what she could have ever expected. as much as she hated to admit it she was kind of terrified about being in this new place. the only thing she remotely was okay was the fact that there was definitely some pretty scenes that she could paint. scenes that she hadn't seen before. the only thing that hindered her being able to paint any of the scenes she was seeing was that she wasn't able to get back to her studio. sunhee was going to need to find supplies or a studio here if she was going to want to paint at all. "umm, do you by any chance know where an art studio might be?" she asked awkwardly. "or where i could get art supplies?"

#┕ ♦ ― ❛ sunhee ; narration ❜#ofcourtfables:start

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saturnznct · 2 years ago

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play fight | ldh

➸ request from anon; hey sadie hope you’re doing well and staying safe~ i was wondering if you could do dad!haechan and his kids playfully fighting over the mum thank u so much for all your hard work

➸ note; ah tysm!! i hope this is okay, it took me ages to write this one for some reason

➸ word count:

➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 4, sunhee; in the womb lol

➸ warning(s); none

nct masterlist

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You whine as you stretch, waking up gradually as you do so. You were so warm, both from being buried under the duvet covers, and being wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms.

‘Morning,’ he mumbles groggily, ‘sleep well?’

‘Mmm,’ you hum, ‘the baby moved around quite a bit.’

‘They’re getting big,’ he runs warm hands under your shirt and over your little bump.

You turn your head to face him and kiss him good morning. You turn back, Donghyuck kissing your shoulder-blade. Both of you lay dozing for a few minutes, just enjoying each others presence.

‘It’s so quiet,’ you whisper, ‘why is it so quiet?’

‘Don’t complain,’ Donghyuck grumbles, ‘you’ll jinx it.’

You turn around now properly, so that you’re facing each other, ‘just wondering what my children are up to.’

Donghyuck is too distracted by you to care, pressing kisses to your neck, ‘you’re pretty.’

‘Hyuck..’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, but-‘

Your bedroom door creaks open slowly, your little girl’s face appearing around it, eyes not fully open, hair sticking wildly up. Donghyuck rolls off you, acknowledging his daughter.

‘Morning, angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Kyungah up onto the bed, kissing her forehead.

‘Daddy. Mummy/mommy,’ she mumbles, ‘I just woke up.’

‘Yeah, we can tell sweetheart,’ you laugh, flattening her hair down a little, ‘did we wake you up?’

‘No, but I wanted to come lie down with you.’

‘That’s okay.. Did you sleep well?’

‘Uh-huh, I dreamt about baby sister.’

You and Donghyuck exchange a look.

‘Kyungie, we don’t know if it’s a baby sister,’ Donghyuck says carefully, but Kyungah takes no notice.

‘I just wanted to come hang out with you mummy/mommy,’ Kyungah lodges herself between you and Donghyuck, curling into your side, throwing her little arm around your bump.

Donghyuck huffs, ‘but what if I wanted to hang out with mummy/mommy?’

Kyungah giggles maniacally, ‘well you can’t.’

‘No?’ Donghyuck laughs, and Kyungah shakes her head, ‘why not?’

‘Because she’s my mummy/mommy!’

‘She’s my wife first!’

‘No,’ Kyungah protests, tugging on your sleep shirt.

‘Meanie,’ Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at the girl, staring at her for a few moments before launching himself at her in a tickle attack.

’No!’ Kyungah shrieks, giggling and squirming while Donghyuck blows raspberries where his hands aren’t.

‘Careful!’ you chuckle, shuffling away and wrapping an arm around your bump, although you knew Donghyuck would never let Kyungah get too close.

‘Daddy, stop it!’ Kyungah’s screaming with laughter at this point.

‘Hyuck, you’ll wake Dalgun,’ you warn, knowing your son would not be pleased at the disturbance.

Again, as if on cue, Dalgun trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Your dad is attacking your sister.’

‘Oh,’ Dalgun flops down on the bed next to you, absentmindedly burying his face in your side.

‘Little Mummy’s/Mommy’s boy,’ Donghyuck grumbles, finally releasing Kyungah who wriggles over to you for protection.

Donghyuck whines at his children abandoning him, breaking into dramatic wails, which the children ignore to annoy him even further.

‘You both love mummy/mommy more than me,’ he cries, and the two kids just roll their eyes, ‘I bet you don’t even love me at all!’

’No daddy, I do love you,’ Kyungah sings, but Donghyuck turns away, holding his hand up at her.

’No, you’ve made your feelings very clear,’ Donghyuck huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

‘Daddy no,’ Kyungah shrieks.

‘Only mummy/mommy loves me now,’ he pouts, making grabby hands towards you.

‘Hmm, questionable,’ you tease, Donghyuck looking offended.

‘No.. nobody in my family loves me… I might as well just… run away.’

Donghyuck rolls out of bed, ‘and I’ll never come back!’

‘Wait no!’ the children giggle, removing themselves from you and running out of the room to follow Donghyuck.

‘You’re coming into a madhouse, baby Lee,’ you rub your bump, stomach rumbling as you think about breakfast.

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soobjvn · 8 months ago

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SPOTLIGHT ✴︎ 005. “ friends? acquaintances? ,,

PREV. TOC. NEXT.

✴︎ cw — smau + written (wc: 0.7k)

✴︎ taglist — @seunghancore @sngleehee @jakeyverse @llvrhee @sakanelli-afc @sincerelyrki @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @darlingz99 @enhaslxt

✴︎ a/n — i think ab those hee pics at least 5 times a day.

YN WAS IN the middle of internally questioning her luck, when her manager, donghyun, snapped her out of her thoughts.

“yn? we’re here.” she didn’t have the energy to give him anything more than a nod—not only because the whole heeseung ordeal was stressful enough, but her managers had so kindly scheduled this meeting for 8am—and she slid out of the car door, looking up at the massive HYBE building in front of her, its height seemingly taunting her and her unfortunate circumstances. her and heeseung’s managers had settled on this location, as it was a safer option than a local coffee shop where they’d likely be spotted by fans.

it was equally as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside, she mentally remarked, as she strode in the door being held open for her. sure, she’d been here before for meetings or to pick up soobin after practice for late night ramen runs, but it never failed to amaze her. CUBE seemed incredibly dull in comparison—and not just physically.

“alright, they said to meet them on the 4th floor… room 407,” donghyun read off from his text messages, giving yn an encouraging smile. the elevator ride felt far too short, yn thought, its ding! a signal they’d arrived, but also that yn was too close to the moment she’d been dreading.

it didn’t take them long to find the room, as a staff member stood outside of room 407, holding its door open and beckoning them inside while offering them coffee. yn accepted it hastily. she would need something to get her through this.

“ah, i’m incredibly sorry,” the staff member who yn assumed to be heeseung’s manager started, sitting across from yn and her manager. “heeseung’s running a bit late this morning. he should be here any minute now.”

really? even when he’s not physically present he still manages to be an inconvenience. yn texted her mental complaints to her group chat and scoffed. but, heeseung’s manager—who introduced herself as sunhee—was correct, and not even two minutes later the man himself rushed into the room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. yn couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that his tardiness may have been the result of his photoshoot she’d seen pictures from on his twitter earlier.

“i’m so sorry,” he began, taking the seat directly across from yn. “i hope you weren’t waiting too long?” he was speaking to her and her manager, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his eyes locked solely on yn.

“no worries, we just arrived.” heeseung visibly relaxed then, nodding at donghyun’s words.

“oh, good,” he smiled, folding his hands properly on the table. “it’s nice to see you, yn.”

“yeah, you too.” yn leaned back casually, her arms crossed.

what is up with him and his staring? she watched him as his eyes observed her face, as if she was a specimen he had to study. he let his eyes drop only momentarily to the rest of her, a notion that didn’t go unnoticed by yn. creep.

“well,” donghyun began after introducing himself to heeseung. “i hear there’s some… discord between the two of you?”

“yes.”

“not really.”

they spoke their conflicting answers simultaneously, making their managers exchange confused glances. yn gave heeseung a stern look, but the look he gave her in return was nothing but playful.

“to clarify, she doesn’t like me.” heeseung’s grin grew as he watched yn visibly swell with frustration.

“for valid reasons.”

“such as?”

“do you want a list?”

“i don’t think i’m that awful, yn.”

“well, heeseung, maybe you should rethink that.”

“hm, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

he cannot be serious.

“heeseung, i swear—”

“okay!” sunhee clapped her hands together, casting donghyun a concerned look, but he only laughed.

“ah, i think i see what’s going on here.” he twirled the pen in his hand. he gave sunhee a knowing grin, and she nodded in agreement. whatever nonverbal language this was, yn didn’t like it. “but i digress. our goal today is to get you two on better terms, but obviously we have some ways to go…”

“definitely.” sunhee sighed, stirring her coffee.

“hey, not my fault,” heeseung chimed in, raising his hands defensively, and it took everything in yn not to throw her latte on his face. “come on, let’s just be friends, yn, hm?”

“no.”

“acquaintances?”

“no.”

“well, i tried.” he combed his hair with his fingers again, keeping eye contact that yn hated to admit made her stomach churn. she could certainly admit he was an asshole, but to call him anything less than gorgeous would simply be a lie.

yn sighed, sipping her drink. this is going to be a long meeting.

— soobjvn 𐙚⊹

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chroniclesofbts · 1 year ago

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Break my Walls P. 1

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter, eventual smut, slow burn, angst, fluff

“Get up Omega, Alpha Dae wants the whole pack preparing for the Choi packs arrival” Beta San said, throwing my covers on the ground.

“And what is the rule about making a nest?” He questioned.

“It’s not a-” I cut myself off, “nests are a waste of time and resources that Alphas need.”

“At least you can remember the rules, get dressed and get downstairs” he barked walking out of the room.

I pick up the sheets off the ground and flatten them on the bed. I move the pillows back to the head of the bed. I must have moved them in my sleep again. I sighed, heading to the chest at the end of the bed and pulled out my only pair of jeans and a T-shirt left by one of the older Omegas. Pulling my hair back into a pony tail, I begin to climb down the ladder from the attic where the omegas sleep.

Omegas in the Kang pack are at the bottom of the totem pole, just like in every other pack. We are taught to stay out of sight unless called upon and obey orders. Omegas are good for pleasure and pups. Next month, I step into that role, replacing an omega who forgot her place, at least that’s what Pack Alpha Dae said.

“Y/N! Come quick, before Alpha Dae sees that you’re late” Sunhee whispered, motioning to the spot beside her. Sunhee was another Omega in my pack, she has been Alpha Dae’s personal Omega for 3 years now. The longest any Omega has lasted. She works hard, always showing off Alpha Dae’s marks. She’s already proven herself useful to the pack, having a little boy last summer. He looks just like Alpha Dae, everyone knows he will be an Alpha. After all, Sunhee is still here.

“Omegas! I want tonight’s dinner to be perfect! We have just received word that two more packs will be joining us. Both Lee and Kim will arrive at 5 P.M. so I expect this house spotless and food ready by then” Alpha Dae announced before going to his chambers, signaling Sunhee to follow.

“Alpha Dae muse be stressed to pull Sunhee to his chambers immediately” Hana whispered to me before grabbing the cleaning supplies and leaving.

“Y/N, you are in charge of dessert. We always get such positive reviews from our guests when you make them. The rest of you, same jobs as usual” Hei-Ran, our pack omega stated. All Omegas immediately got to work, preparing for three packs to arrive by the end of the day.

*4:30 P.M.*

Pulling the last pie from the oven, I set it on the counter with the rest of the desserts. I prayed that I made enough, or else Alpha Dae would see that I was punished. Our pack has 150 people, 100 Alphas, 30 Betas, and 20 Omegas. The Choi pack is similar in numbers, with more 120 Alphas, 10 Betas, and 20 Omegas. The Omegas and the Betas don’t eat what the Alphas eat usually, but with the news of the Lee and Kim pack joining, Alpha Dae has made a room for the Betas and a room for the Omegas to dine. The Lee pack is the second most sought after pack, with only nine people, they don’t accept new members frequently. The last Alpha that joined their all Alpha pack was six years ago. The Kim Pack is the top sought after pack, and quite the mystery. All that’s known of them is that they were in a different pack and left together. There’s seven people, no one knows what their sub gender is, just that they are all men. They all wear scent blockers and make decisions together, leading most to believe they are all Alphas. They don’t take in new members and rarely come out to meet with other packs.

“Please tell me the desserts are done, Y/N” Sunhee said, walking into the kitchen. She had a few new bruises and reeked of Alpha Dae. “The Kim pack just arrived, and Alpha Dae is panicking. You’d think he was being attacked” she continued, looking at all of the desserts on the counters.

“Don’t touch them, they are still hot. Also, this section goes to the Alpha’s table. These are the Omega desserts” I pointed, while cleaning up.

Voices drifted down the hall, Alpha Dae giving a tour to the Kim Pack. The rumors were true, the only scent I could pick up was Alpha Dae’s.

“And this is the kitchen!” Alpha Dae exclaimed. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor, giving a small bow to the pack.

“Our Omegas worked hard to prepare today’s meal, our desserts are well known by the pack too. You all chose a great day to visit.”

“Thank you for having us on such short notice, The Choi pack has asked for our input on today’s meeting.” The voice was strong and confident, clearly their pack Alpha.

“The desserts smell wonderful, I am sure they will taste just as good” an angelic voice spoke, their compliment causing heat to creep up my neck.

“Let’s continue on with the tour” Alpha Dae said, as footsteps left the kitchen.

“You should follow your pack, Sir. Our Alpha doesn’t take kindly to his Omegas being in the presence of other packs.” Sunhee spoke lowly, trying to keep our pack Alpha from hearing. This cause me to look up to see who she was speaking to. There in the doorway to the kitchen, stood the most beautiful man I have ever seen. It’s unfair how good looking he was. His hair was dark, and longer than any of our pack members were allowed to wear it. His lips were plump, pulled into a small grin. He was tall and had broad shoulders, barely fitting in the frame of the door. And his eyes, they were locked right on me. I immediately looked away and began portioning the desserts. Uncomfortable with receiving anyone’s attention.

“Your Alpha sure does like to mark what’s his, doesn’t he?” The man addressed Sunhee.

“And yours must not be worried about another Alpha trying to take what’s his” Sunhee shot back, causing the man to chuckle.

“Oh we all like to leave our marks on one another, our marks just would never be left with such carelessness. We like our marks to show our love, not stake a claim” he replied.

“Sunhee! Show the Kim pack their rooms!” Alpha Dae demanded from upstairs, ignorant that he was missing one of the pack members. Sunhee rushed upstairs, leaving me alone with the strange man.

“You made all of these?” He asked me, coming closer to see the variety of desserts I was placing on trays.

“Yes sir” I responded, trying to focus on placing the desserts perfectly, with my shaking hands. Having this man standing so close made you nervous, and not just because of his beauty.

“Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” You ask, certain that was the only reason he was still in the kitchen. Maybe he was hungry, his pack did travel a long way to reach yours.

“I do not need anything, just the conversation of a pretty girl” he replied smoothly, confusing you. His pack wasn’t know to go out of their way to have conversations with anyone. What exactly did he want from you.

“Well, Sunhee should return any moment” you say, moving into the Omega trays.

“Those are Omega specific desserts, aren’t they.”he states more than questions.

“They are, how did you know that?” You paused, glancing at him.

“Jin hyung! There you are, come, we have to change before dinner begins.” A different man stated as he bounced into the kitchen. His hair was similar length as Jin’s was and he was the same height. His lips formed a heart when he smiled, he was full of energy.

“I am coming Hobi, was just admiring the work of this Omega” Jin replied, pushing him out of the door. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh, and Omega? I wasn’t speaking of Sunhee earlier” he winked, before disappearing from view. I felt my face heat up from his words. What a strange man, he must not have really looked at Sunhee. Or maybe it was because she still held Alpha Dae’s scent.

Lost in my thoughts as I went back to the attic to change, I failed to look where I was going, running straight into someone’s chest.

“Woah, sorry Omega, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The voice said, grabbing ahold of my shoulders to steady me. “My names Namjoon, you were one of the Omegas in the kitchen. Your desserts smelled amazing. Jin said how you had desserts dedicated to Omegas. He was very impressed with your knowledge and variety of desserts.”

“Oh, it’s not often I get to make omega desserts, I had to make as many as I could for my packs omegas to experience” I rambled, freezing when I realized what I had said to a member of another pack. I looked up in alarm, waiting for the punishment of disrespecting my pack’s alphas, only to be met with a look of confusion.

“Why would-” He began, only to be interrupted my one of my alphas.

“Omega, clothes, now!” He barked, forcing my limbs to move, even if I didn’t want to. Leaving Namjoon standing in the hallway confused, as he watches me follow a command.

#kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #bts ot7 #a/b/o dynamics #x reader #eventual smut #slow burn

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Upon A Star | PJM ☆ 2

Story summary: Nineteen-year-old Y/n debuts as an idol under Hybe Entertainment, only to find her almost-boyfriend, BTS’s Park Jimin, is under the same company. Their painful “breakup” two years ago, driven by misunderstandings and trainee pressures, left unresolved feelings. As Y/n navigates her new life in the spotlight, she frequently encounters Jimin during rehearsals and events, sparking media speculation and fan rumors. Forced to confront their past, they struggle to remain professional while deciding whether to rekindle their romance or move on, all amidst the demands of their careers.

Pairings: jiminxreader

Genres: series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I’ve been trying to perfect this chapter since I tried to make it longer than the first. I’m carefully choosing the direction I want this story to go and I really hope you can enjoy it! Happy New Year! <3

Y/n

The tension in the HYBE conference room felt almost tangible as I followed my group inside, clutching my notepad tightly to my chest. The BTS members were already seated on one side of the long table, their presence intimidating. Haein led the way. As I bowed politely along with the rest of G6ix, my eyes darted toward Jimin, completely against my will.

He sat next to Taehyung, his posture effortlessly relaxed, though his fingers tapped lightly on the table—a subtle tell I’d learned to recognize back when I knew him better than anyone. His gaze shifted briefly toward me, but I quickly looked away, my pulse spiking.

“Please, take your seats,” one of the staff members gestured, breaking the moment. I slid into a chair between Haein and Sunhee, forcing myself to focus on the large screen at the front of the room as the meeting began.

“This meeting is to finalize the details of the upcoming game show,” the staff member said, their voice clear and authoritative. “We’ve crafted a structure that highlights the talents of all groups involved, while leaving room for organic moments that fans will love. This is a significant opportunity for G6ix to showcase your individuality and dynamic as a group.”

My stomach flipped as they continued. I knew how important this was, and I wanted to do well. Still, I couldn’t shake the awareness of Jimin sitting just a few feet away, the memory of his voice and laugh echoing in my mind.

The staff began outlining the segments—quiz rounds and performances. My pen moved mechanically, jotting notes, but my brain was elsewhere until a particular announcement snapped me back to attention.

“And for another performance segment,” the staff continued, “Jimin and Y/N will share a duet. Both of you are known for your stage presence, and your styles are incredibly complementary. We believe this pairing will make for an unforgettable performance. And we’ve been experimenting with arrangements, and the blend of your voices is striking—almost like they’re made for each other.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave. Made for each other. My heart stuttered in my chest, a bittersweet ache spreading through me. I could feel Haein glance at me out of the corner of her eye, her silent concern obvious, but I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. Not with my thoughts spiraling and the knot in my stomach tightening by the second.

Jimin remained still, his face unreadable. If he had any reaction to the comment, he hid it well. My eyes dropped to my notepad, where I’d unconsciously scribbled over the same line three times. I focused on breathing evenly, on keeping my face neutral as the staff continued to outline the remaining segments.

Namjoon’s voice cut through the quiet, steady and thoughtful. “How much creative freedom will we have with the performances? Especially for the duets and collaborative stages?”

The staff nodded, smiling. “We’re open to suggestions and will provide support where needed, but we want to showcase your natural chemistry and artistry. That’s what the fans want to see.”

Natural chemistry. I nearly laughed, but I swallowed the impulse. The room moved on, but I was stuck in my head, unable to stop replaying those words.

The staff handed out thick packets of papers, their energy brisk and professional. “These are the arrangements and lyrics for each duet,” one of them explained, distributing the sheets down the table. “We’ve selected songs that not only highlight your vocal ranges but also bring out the most emotion and storytelling from each pairing.”

I barely registered the weight of the paper as a packet was placed in front of me, my fingers fumbling to open it. Haein, sitting beside me, leaned over slightly, her curiosity clear. I glanced at the top of the page, the song title bold and underlined: “Eternal Ties.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes flickering over the first few lines of the lyrics. The song was a emotional ballad, full of delicate metaphors about love that endures despite distance and time. Lines like “Your name lingers in my silence” and “Even when I turn away, your shadow stays” felt like needles threading into my chest. The melody was written to be soft yet powerful.

“Y/N and Jimin,” the staff member said, pointing to us with a smile. “We thought this song would be perfect for you two. The way your voices complement each other will give it the emotional weight it deserves.”

Perfect. Emotional weight. I couldn’t tell if they were joking or oblivious. My throat felt dry as I glanced across the table, almost involuntarily, and caught Jimin reading the lyrics with a tight expression. He didn’t look up, but the tension in his jaw was enough to tell me he felt it too.

Haein’s subtle nudge under the table brought me back to reality. “You okay?” she whispered, her voice low so no one else could hear.

I nodded stiffly, forcing my face into something resembling calm. “Yeah,” I murmured, though my grip on the papers betrayed me. The edges crumpled under my fingers, but I didn’t dare let go.

“Let’s talk later,” Haein said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She leaned back in her chair, pretending to skim her own packet, but I knew she was still watching me.

“Now, this duet,” the staff continued, gesturing at the screen where the lyrics were displayed for everyone to see, “is about two people longing for each other despite circumstances pulling them apart. It’s tender, it’s heartbreaking, and it’s beautiful. We’re counting on you two to bring that story to life.”

I wanted to laugh, but the weight in my chest pressed it down. The irony was suffocating. This wasn’t just a duet; it was a reenactment of everything I thought I’d buried.

Jimin finally looked up then, his eyes meeting mine across the table. His gaze was steady, but there was something unspoken behind it, something vulnerable that mirrored my own turmoil. It was like looking into a mirror.

Forcing myself to look away, I focused on the lyrics again, though the words blurred together. The staff moved on, discussing other duets and arrangements, but I couldn’t hear them. My mind was stuck on the lines I’d just read. The words that felt like they’d been written from the pages of our shared history.

When the meeting ended, I gathered my things quickly, desperate to escape the room. But as I stood, the packet still clutched tightly in my hand, Jimin’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Y/N.”

I turned slowly, my heart pounding. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his eyes carried the weight of everything we weren’t saying.

“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us,” he said, his voice measured.

“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “It’ll be… a challenge.”

His lips twitched as if he wanted to say more, but instead, he just nodded. “See you at rehearsals.”

I nodded back, watching as he walked away, the unspoken tension between us as thick as ever. The lyrics in my hand felt heavier now, each word a reminder that some stories don’t stay in the past.

The dorm was unusually quiet when Haein and I got back after the meeting. The other members had scattered—some heading out for errands, others retreating to their rooms. It left just the two of us in the common area, a silence settling over us like a thick blanket. I knew Haein had been waiting, biding her time until we were alone.

She didn’t waste a second once I dropped my bag onto the couch and sank into the cushions. “Alright,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the other end. “Spill.”

I sighed, leaning my head back against the couch. “Spill what?” I tried to deflect.

“You know what,” she said, her voice softer but unrelenting. “You froze up in that meeting. And the looks you and Jimin kept giving each other.”

I winced, scrubbing my face with my hands. “Was it that obvious?”

“To me? Yes. To everyone else? Probably not. But you can’t keep carrying this around without talking about it. What’s going on, Y/N?”

I exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling like it might have answers for me. “I don’t know, Haein. I just… I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

“Do what?” she pressed, her tone gentle. “Be around him?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I’d moved past it. I really did. But today, being in the same room as him, hearing them talk about pairing us up like it’s some perfect match—it brought everything back. And now I’m supposed to stand next to him, sing with him, dance with him, look at him like…” My voice broke slightly, and I shook my head. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage it without falling apart.”

Haein didn’t say anything at first, letting the silence stretch between us. When she finally spoke, her voice was careful, deliberate. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt. But, Y/N, you also don’t have to let it control you. You’ve faced him before. You’ll face him again. And you’re stronger than you think.”

I looked at her, my chest tightening. “But it’s not just about facing him. It’s the way he looks at me, like there’s something unresolved. Like he’s still waiting for something.”

“Is that really a bad thing?” Haein asked gently.

I blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe it’s okay to acknowledge that there’s still something there. Even if it’s just… unfinished business. You don’t have to figure it all out right now. You just have to get through this.”

I wanted to argue, to tell her that there was nothing left to acknowledge. But the truth was, she was right. There was still something there—something I’d buried but hadn’t truly let go of.

“I just don’t want to make a fool of myself,” I admitted. “in front of everyone.”

“You won’t,” Haein said firmly. “You’ve always been the most composed person I know. And if it ever gets too much, you’ve got me. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Her words sank in. I gave her a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Haein.”

She smiled back, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Anytime. Now, let’s go over those lyrics and figure out how to tackle this without it tackling you first.”

I laughed softly. It didn’t solve everything, but it was a start.

The next three weeks passed in a haze of tension, stolen glances, and tightly wound silence. Rehearsals with Jimin became the most challenging part of my days, not because of the choreography or the song, but because of the invisible wall of unresolved emotions that seemed to hover around us.

Our first rehearsal was stiff, to say the least. He arrived on time, his expression a carefully constructed mask of professionalism. I tried to match his demeanor, keeping my focus entirely on the task at hand. It didn’t stop the awkwardness from settling into every corner of the studio, though.

The dance instructor went through the steps with us, breaking down each movement with an ease that I envied. Every time Jimin and I had to face each other, the air seemed to thicken. When his hand hovered near mine during a partner sequence, I felt my breath involuntarily hitch. I could see the tension in his posture too. The slight hesitation in his movements, the way his eyes darted to mine and quickly away.

By the end of the first session, I was exhausted from holding myself together.

As the days passed, the routine became more familiar, though the awkwardness never disappeared. Some moments were easier than others. Occasionally, we’d exchange a polite comment about a particular move or a note from the vocal coach, but even those interactions felt strained, like we were both trying too hard not to remember.

The lyrics were the hardest part. Singing about longing and love while standing mere feet away from him felt like exposing every inch of my soul. “It’s almost like they were made for each other,” and the words stuck with me like a burr. Jimin had tensed visibly when he heard it, his eyes fixed on the sheet music in front of him, while I pretended not to hear at all.

There were moments when the awkwardness gave way to something quieter, almost tender. During one late-night rehearsal, the studio was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights replaced by softer ones. We were running through the bridge of the song, our voices intertwining in a way that felt too intimate for the space we were in. When the music faded, leaving only the echo of our harmonies, I dared to look at him. For a brief second, his gaze met mine, and there was something unspoken and achingly familiar. But just as quickly, he looked away, and the moment was gone.

By the third week, the embarrassment had dulled, replaced by a resigned sort of acceptance. We were professionals, after all, and we had a job to do. Still, there were nights when I’d leave the studio feeling like I was holding myself together with frayed strings, wondering how long it would be before they snapped.

The others had noticed, of course. Haein was always the first to catch on, giving me subtle looks during rehearsals or nudging me with a knowing glance when I’d retreat into my thoughts. The rest of my group wasn’t far behind. Sunhee had even joked once, asking if the “chemistry” was real or just for show. I’d laughed it off, but inside, I was screaming.

Jimin, for his part, kept things strictly professional. If he was struggling with the same feelings I was, he hid it well. But there were cracks in his composure, tiny moments where his voice would falter or his steps would hesitate. And every time it happened, I wondered if he felt like I did.

By the end of the three weeks, we’d perfected the performance, at least on the surface. Every step, every note was polished to the point of muscle memory. But beneath the surface, the tension remained, a quiet, yet constant reminder of everything we weren’t saying.

As I walked out of the studio after our final rehearsal, I felt an overwhelming mix of relief and dread. The performance was just days away, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive standing in front of an audience without completely falling apart. But for now, I’d made it through the rehearsals. And that, at least, was something.

The soft glow of my phone screen was the only light in the room as I turned off the alarm before it could make a sound. 4:00 a.m. The world outside was still cloaked in darkness, and the dorm was quiet. I sat up slowly, the cool air making me shiver as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the day.

I padded quietly to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to jolt myself awake. My nerves were already humming, a low buzz in my chest that refused to fade no matter how many deep breaths I took. I couldn’t risk waking the others yet, so I grabbed my sweats and slipped into the kitchen to make tea. The warm mug in my hands was comforting, a small anchor in my swirling sea of thoughts.

By the time the rest of the dorm started to stir, the hair and makeup teams had arrived, filling our living room with an energy that was hectic and exciting. Portable stations with bright lights and mirrors lined the walls, and the smell of hairspray and coffee mingled in the air. The stylists worked on transforming the room into a whirlwind of beauty products and chatter.

“Y/N, you’re up!” Seoyoung, my hairstylist, called out, waving me over to her station. Her cheerful demeanor was a welcome distraction from the nervous pit in my stomach.

I settled into the chair, and she wasted no time, her fingers working quickly through my hair. “We’re going for fairy vibes today,” she said with a smile, her tone full of excitement. “Something magical.”

I nodded, trusting her completely. As she worked, I watched the transformation in the mirror. Loose waves fell around my shoulders, their natural movement enhanced with a gentle curl. She pinned small sections back with sparkling clips that caught the light like tiny stars. The finishing touch was a delicate headpiece, shaped like vines intertwining with tiny pearls. It rested on my head like a crown, subtle yet stunning.

Next, it was makeup. The artist’s brushstrokes were light but deliberate, layering shimmery pinks and white glitters on my eyelids to create an almost otherworldly glow. A soft flush dusted onto my cheeks, and my lips were coated with a subtle, glossy pink. Tiny gems were added at the corners of my eyes, catching the light every time I blinked.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Ethereal was the only word that came to mind. I looked like I belonged in a dream.

“Alright, time for the outfit,” the stylist said, handing me the garment bag.

Inside was a pale lavender dress that shimmered softly with every movement. The fabric cinched at my waist before flowing out into layers of airy, weightless material that trailed behind me like a cloud. It was detailed with tiny silver accents, giving the whole ensemble a magical feel. I slipped into the dress and paired it with delicate silver heels. When I stood back to look at myself, I felt… transformed.

“Wow, Y/N,” Misun said, walking past me on her way to her own stylist. “You look like you stepped out of a fairytale.”

I smiled shyly, still not entirely used to receiving compliments like that. “Thanks.”

The best part of the morning was spending it with my group members. The atmosphere was chaotic in the best way. Misun and Soomin were playfully arguing over accessories, while Yunhee was attempting to calm Niki down as she paced the room, already stressed about the day ahead.

“I swear, I’m going to trip in these shoes,” Niki said, holding up a pair of heels with a dramatic sigh.

“You’ll be fine,” Yunhee reassured her, barely looking up as her makeup artist added the finishing touches. “Just don’t think about it too much.”

Haein sat next to me, scrolling through her phone while getting her hair curled. She nudged me with her elbow, a small smile on her face. “Feeling okay?” she asked quietly.

I nodded, appreciating the subtle check-in. “It’s better being with you all,” I admitted. “Keeps me from overthinking.”

She grinned. “That’s what we’re here for.”

The morning passed quickly, the lively energy of the group keeping my nerves at bay. For a few hours, I could almost forget about the looming duet with Jimin. Almost. But even as my mind occasionally drifted back to him, I reminded myself that I wasn’t alone. Whatever happened, I had my group members by my side.

The arena was massive, its towering ceilings and maze-like hallways making me feel smaller with every step. As soon as we stepped through the main doors, the buzz of activity hit me like a wave. Crew members darting back and forth, idols moving with their groups, and the faint hum of music echoing from somewhere in the distance. I clutched my bag tightly as we followed a HYBE staff member down yet another hallway, eventually being led to our designated waiting room.

The door closed behind us, muffling the noise from the hallway, and I exhaled a shaky breath. The room was simple. There were a couple rows of chairs, a few tables, and a screen on one wall showing a live feed from the stage. My group scattered around the space, each member settling into their own little corner. Haein and Yunhee claimed a couch in the back, chatting quietly, while Niki immediately began pacing the room, her energy impossible to contain.

I took a seat near the center of the room, feeling the weight of the day settle heavily on my shoulders. My makeup felt perfect, my hair still intact from the hours spent perfecting it earlier, but none of it mattered now. All I could feel was the nervous energy twisting in my stomach.

The earlier meetings with the staff from other companies hadn’t helped. The detailed walkthroughs of the show’s schedule, the reminders about camera angles and “natural interactions,” and the endless list of do’s and don’ts had only amplified my anxiety. The pressure to present myself well, not just for my group but for this industry we were navigating, was suffocating. And then, there was him.

I hadn’t seen Jimin yet, not since the rehearsal earlier this week. But knowing he was somewhere in this building, probably just a few doors down, sent a fresh wave of nerves through me.

“You’re stressed.”

I looked up to find Haein standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. She handed me a bottle of water, her expression both soft and stern. “You’re doing that thing where you overthink everything.”

I sighed, unscrewing the cap. “Am I that obvious?”

“Painfully.” She took the chair next to mine, crossing her legs and leaning back. “We’ve been preparing for weeks. You’re ready. You’ve got this.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the water even though my throat felt too tight. “It’s just… a lot. The cameras, the audience, the other groups…” I trailed off, not wanting to say what was really weighing on my mind.

“Jimin,” Haein said, not unkindly, but directly.

I winced. “Yeah, him too.”

Her voice softened. “Look, I know it’s complicated, but you’re not the same person you were back then. Neither is he. Whatever happens out there, you’re not alone in this.”

I swallowed hard, her words settling somewhere deep in my chest. “Thanks,” I murmured.

She smiled, giving my arm a quick squeeze before standing. “Now, stop sitting here like the world’s about to end. The others are going to think something’s wrong.”

As Haein moved back to join Yunhee, I forced myself to take another deep breath, trying to quiet the storm in my mind. The waiting room was still buzzing with my group’s energy, and I clung to that, letting it ground me.

The screen on the wall flickered to a new camera angle, showing the arena stage being prepped for the opening segment. I watched silently, the magnitude of the event hitting me all over again. It was overwhelming, yes, but there was also a flicker of excitement buried under the nerves.

I wasn’t sure how the day would unfold, but one thing was certain: it was time to face it.

The backstage hallway was a maze of hurried footsteps and buzzing anticipation as the staff guided us toward the stage entrance. My group and I walked in a tight line, the tension between us unspoken. Every breath I took felt too shallow, every step too heavy. The cheers of the audience vibrated through the walls, growing louder with every second, until it felt like they were right in my chest.

“Alright, everyone,” a staff member said, clipboard in hand. “This is it. You’ll walk out with confidence, wave to the crowd, and take your positions. Remember to enjoy yourselves. You’ve all worked hard to be here.”

We nodded in unison, offering polite smiles, but I could feel the collective nervous energy rising. Haein stood beside me, giving my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before we filed into line. I inhaled deeply, steadying myself.

The host’s voice boomed from the stage, lively and magnetic. “And now, please welcome the stars of tonight’s show! Let’s give it up for some of your favorite groups!”

A deafening roar erupted as we were ushered forward, the stage lights blindingly bright as they cut through the darkened arena. The crowd was massive, a sea of faces and cameras flashing from every angle. My group walked out with smiles plastered on, waving at the audience and trying to exude the poise we’d practiced countless times. My dress, a pale shimmering gown with soft, flowing fabric, caught the light like moonbeams, the fairy concept brought to life.

I kept my head high and my expression calm, but beneath the surface, my nerves were a storm.

And then I saw him.

Jimin was on the opposite side of the stage, standing with BTS. His posture was relaxed but commanding, dressed in an all-white outfit that was both simple and impossibly striking. Our eyes met before I could look away, the moment searing itself into my memory. It was like the world stopped turning, the noise of the crowd falling away until there was only the two of us.

His gaze was steady, his expression unreadable to anyone else, but I knew better. There was a flicker of recognition, something deeper beneath the surface that made my breath hitch. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

The connection between us was undeniable.

The crowd seemed to feel it, too. The arena quieted for just a beat, a ripple of curiosity and wonder moving through the space. It was as if every camera in the room shifted toward us, capturing a moment we hadn’t planned but couldn’t avoid. My cheeks burned, but I kept my composure, turning my attention back to the host.

“Wow, look at this entrance!” the host said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “But wait, can we take a moment to appreciate G6ix’s Lee Y/N? Stunning doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

The camera panned to me, and I felt my group step back just slightly to let the spotlight rest on me. My smile faltered before I caught myself.

“She looks like she just stepped out of a fairytale, doesn’t she?” the host continued, his grin widening. “And for those of you wondering, word on the street is there’s a very special performance from Y/N later tonight. We’re all looking forward to that, right?”

The crowd erupted into applause, and I forced myself to keep smiling, though my chest felt tight. The host moved on, introducing the next group, but I couldn’t shake the weight of the moment.

Jimin hadn’t looked away once during the exchange. His gaze lingered on me even as his groupmates laughed beside him. I risked a quick glance his way and caught the smallest flicker of something in his eyes. Admiration, maybe, or something more complicated. Whatever it was, it only added to the storm brewing inside me.

As we moved to our positions for the first segment of the show, I tried to focus on the steps ahead. But the weight of the crowd’s eyes stayed with me, like a thread tying me to a moment I couldn’t undo.

The host’s voice rang out cheerfully as he stepped center stage. “Alright, everyone, it’s time for our first segment of the night. In this round, we’ll ask questions to see which members know the most random facts. Let’s see who’s been paying attention over the years!”

The crowd cheered, and I could feel the anticipation buzzing around me. My group and I exchanged glances as we settled into our chairs on one side of the stage, positioned near BTS and SEVENTEEN. The host began explaining the rules, his energy infectious.

“Each group will nominate one member to answer questions. But don’t think we’ll make it easy; we’ve got some curveballs ready!”

The host’s voice carried over the buzzing crowd, explaining the quiz rules with practiced enthusiasm. My group, G6ix, huddled closer together, our heads bent as we deliberated.

“It has to be you, Y/N,” Haein whispered, her voice urgent. “You’re the best at trivia.”

I shook my head, trying to suppress the wave of nerves that immediately bubbled up. “No way. I’m not going up there.”

Misun gave me a teasing look. “Come on! You’d crush it.”

“And everyone would see how much of a nerd I am,” I shot back, trying to keep my tone light. “Pick someone else.”

“But you’re the best,” Yunhee chimed in with a grin.

I folded my arms stubbornly. “You’re just as good.”

Finally, after some good-natured bickering, we nominated Yunhee. As she walked to the center of the stage, she turned back and called out, “I’ll do my best! Even though we all know Y/N’s the genius of the group.”

The crowd laughed, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I ducked my head, pretending to adjust my earpiece, but I couldn’t stop my gaze from flickering over to where BTS was seated. Jimin caught my eye, his lips quirking up in a small smile that made my heart stutter.

I quickly looked away, focusing on the host as he launched into the first question. But my mind wandered to a distant memory.

Trivia night. Jimin and I sitting cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by takeout containers and flashcards we’d made ourselves. He’d always get overly competitive, narrowing his eyes at the most ridiculous questions, while I tried to keep a straight face.

“You’re cheating,” he’d accuse after I answered something obscure like the capital of a tiny, remote island.

“Or maybe I’m just smarter than you,” I’d tease, and he’d retaliate by throwing a fortune cookie at me.

The memory hit me harder than I expected, a sharp pang of longing cutting through the noise around me. I missed that version of us; carefree and untouched by the complexities of our current lives.

A loud cheer from the crowd pulled me back to the present. Yunhee had answered the first question correctly, and my group was clapping and laughing. I tried to focus, but my gaze slipped back to Jimin.

He wasn’t watching the stage. He was watching me.

Our eyes locked again, and this time, neither of us looked away. For a brief moment, it felt like the rest of the room faded, leaving just the two of us and the weight of everything unspoken between us.

Then the host’s voice boomed out, announcing the next question, and the spell broke. I blinked and forced myself to pay attention, even as my thoughts remained tangled in the bittersweet memory of a simpler time and the lingering warmth of Jimin’s gaze.

As the segment wrapped up, the host turned back to the stage. “Well, folks, it looks like G6ix is officially the MVP of this round. Give it up for Yunhee’s incredible memory!”

The applause was loud, and I felt a wave of pride mixed with embarrassment.

“You did great” Haein whispered, leaning close to Yunhee.

My gaze instinctively flickered to Jimin. He was clapping along with the others, but there was something in his expression that caught me off guard. It was fleeting, but it stayed with me, adding to the storm of emotions.

The game show continued, but the weight of that brief glance lingered, impossible to shake.

The bright lights of the stage dimmed as the first group made their way out to perform for the talent showcase. Backstage, the energy was a mix of focused excitement and quiet nerves. Staff members moved around checking costumes and microphones, while the other idols huddled in groups, rehearsing or chatting to keep their minds off the tension.

I stood off to the side, gripping the fabric of my outfit as if it could ground me. My breathing felt uneven, and the sound of the crowd cheering for the group currently performing only made my chest tighten further. The thought of going out there, singing that song with Jimin, was suffocating.

Haein walked over to me, her expression soft with concern. “You good?” she asked, tilting her head as she leaned in closer. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I forced a tight smile and nodded, but my throat felt dry. “Just… nervous. Normal pre-performance stuff.”

Haein wasn’t convinced. “You sure? This doesn’t look like the ‘normal’ you.”

Before I could deflect further, Misun appeared beside us, holding a water bottle in her hand. “What’s going on? You’re pale.”

I hesitated, trying to gather myself, but my emotions betrayed me. My lips trembled, and I felt the burn of tears threatening to spill. I turned to Haein, whispering, “I can’t do this,” before quickly shaking my head as if I could erase the words.

Misun stepped in front of me, her expression shifting to concern. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Talk to us.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from forming, but the dam was breaking. The pressure of the past few weeks, the duet, the weight of unfinished emotions with Jimin—all of it came crashing down at once.

“It’s him,” I finally admitted, my voice cracking. “Jimin.”

Misun looked at Haein, confused. Misun gently guided me to a chair tucked behind a row of equipment. “Okay,” she said softly, crouching down so we were at eye level. “Take a breath and tell us what’s going on.”

The tears spilled over now, and I hated myself for breaking like this when I needed to be strong. “It’s everything,” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “The song, the rehearsals, seeing him again—it’s too much. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t.”

Haein rubbed my back comfortingly, while Misun’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait,” she said cautiously. “Is there something… more between you and Jimin? Like, beyond just rehearsals?”

I hesitated, but the look in Misun’s eyes told me she wasn’t going to let this go. And maybe part of me wanted to finally say it out loud, to stop carrying this weight alone.

“We… we dated,” I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Back before he debuted. I broke up with him because he was about to debut, and I didn’t think we could handle the distance. But it destroyed me. And now, seeing him, singing this song with him… it’s like I’m reliving all of it.”

Misun’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise, nodding in understanding. “That explains a lot,” she murmured. “But Y/N, you’ve been handling this better than you think. The fact that you’ve been able to keep it together this long says a lot about your strength.”

Haein knelt down beside her. “Misun’s right. You’re stronger than you think. And honestly? That connection you two have—it’s not something you can fake. If anything, it’ll make your performance unforgettable.”

I looked between them, my chest still tight but my tears slowing. Their reassurance was comforting, but the weight of what I was about to do still loomed above me. “I just don’t know if I can face him without breaking,” I confessed.

“You don’t have to face him alone,” Haein said firmly. “We’re here for you. And once you step on that stage, you’re singing for all the things you couldn’t say before.”

Misun smiled gently. “Exactly. And if you feel like you’re going to crumble, remember that you’ve already made it this far. You’ve got this.”

Their words wrapped around me like a safety net, and for the first time that day, I felt a flicker of strength. I wiped my eyes carefully, trying not to smudge my makeup, and nodded. “Okay,” I said, my voice steadier now. “I’ll do my best.”

Misun handed me the water bottle I had dropped. “That’s all anyone can ask. Now, drink this, fix your makeup, and show everyone that you’ve got this.”

Haein smiled, standing and offering me her hand. “And remember, no matter what happens, we’re right here.”

I took her hand, standing and straightening my outfit. The nerves were still there, but they didn’t feel as overwhelming. With my group members beside me, I felt like I could handle anything.

The makeup artist worked quickly but gently, dabbing a brush against my face to fix the smudges I’d caused. “Almost done,” she murmured, her tone soothing, as if she could sense the storm brewing inside me. I gave her a small, tight-lipped smile, trying to focus on her precise movements instead of the performance looming over me.

“Perfect,” she said, stepping back and nodding in satisfaction. “You’re good to go.”

I glanced in the mirror, relieved to see my face looking polished again. No signs of the emotional mess from a few moments ago. “Thank you,” I murmured, smoothing down my outfit and slipping on my boots.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, accompanied by the hurried chatter of staff. I was trying to steady my breathing when a staff member poked their head into the room, clipboard in hand. “G6ix, you’re up next. We need you all backstage for final details.”

A surge of nerves prickled through me, but I nodded, standing and smoothing the fabric of my outfit. The rest of my members followed, each of us silently carrying the weight of the moment as we made our way to the backstage area.

The sound of the crowd hit us the moment we stepped into the wings—a roar of excitement that seemed to shake the walls. My heart raced as I adjusted my microphone and took one last deep breath.

“Let’s go, girls,” Haein whispered, her voice steady and filled with quiet determination.

The floor was made of LED screens that shifted with every beat of the music, displaying images of soft water filled with koi fish and lily pads. Behind us, the towering screen displayed a glowing castle, its towers piercing a midnight sky illuminated with stars.

The opening notes of our song started, and the lights dimmed, leaving only a soft glow on each of us. The moment felt electric. My nerves melted away as I stepped into the spotlight, the energy of my members surrounding me like armor.

The music picked up, the tempo fast and infectious. Our choreography was sharp, every movement precise. My heart pounded with adrenaline, a thrill that built with every step.

The LED floor beneath us shifted with our movements, golden waves rippling out with every movement. The crowd was captivated, their cheers swelling with every change in formation.

My bridge transitioned seamlessly into the final chorus, and we came together in perfect sync, our voices and movements radiating power. The LED floor beneath us transformed into a sparkling ocean, while the background screen displayed fireworks exploding over our castle.

As the last notes rang out, we struck our final poses. For a split second, the arena fell silent, and I could feel the collective awe hanging in the air.

Then came the eruption of cheers, a sound so loud it felt like it could lift us off the stage. My chest heaved with exertion, my heart full as I looked at my members. We had done it. Every second of hard work, every moment of doubt—it had all been worth it.

The moment I stepped backstage, staff quickly ushered us toward the waiting area. Adrenaline rushing through my veins. The echoes of the audience’s cheers felt like they were etched into my skin. But my heart stuttered as I remembered what was next. Just the thought of it sent a fresh wave of nerves washing over me.

I sat in one of the chairs, shifting my weight and trying to calm my bouncing leg. The waiting area was dimly lit, just enough to create a sense of quiet, but the energy backstage hummed all around us. Haein and Misun sat on either side of me, chatting softly. Their voices were steady and grounded, keeping me tethered even as my mind raced ahead.

A staff member popped their head in. “Yunhee, you’re up.”

We all turned to look as Yunhee smiled nervously and stood, smoothing down her outfit. She glanced at us and gave a small wave. “See you soon.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, I felt my stomach twist. It wasn’t just me performing tonight, I reminded myself. We were all stepping into something bigger, something new. Misun must’ve noticed my fidgeting because she nudged me gently. “You’re going to be fine,” she whispered. “They’re going to love you.”

Before I could answer, the door to the waiting room opened again. This time, it wasn’t staff.

Kim Namjoon was the first to step in, his dimpled smile disarming and his voice warm as he greeted us. “Hi. We realized we hadn’t had the chance to formally introduce ourselves yet.”

Behind him, the rest of BTS followed, each offering their own greetings. For a moment, the room felt smaller with all of them there, their presence effortlessly commanding.

“Your performance earlier,” Jin started, his voice kind and laced with sincerity, “was incredible.”

Yoongi nodded, his eyes thoughtful as he pointed at me. “That bridge… your voice reminds me a lot of Jimin’s. The tone, the emotion. It’s something else.” He paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “If you’d ever be interested, I think we’d make something incredible together. I’d love to collaborate on a song with you one day.”

Heat crept up my neck, and I dipped my head slightly. “Thank you,” I murmured, suddenly shy under their attention.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity. “The concept was so unique. Who came up with it?”

“It was a group effort,” Haein answered smoothly, her confidence shining through. “But Y/N and our team were heavily involved in the details.”

I shot her a look, but Taehyung was already nodding. “The crowd loved it.”

As their compliments continued, Jimin lingered slightly in the back, his gaze drifting toward me once or twice. Jungkook, standing beside him, seemed more relaxed, flashing a grin in our direction.

“You’ve got the audience’s attention,” Jungkook said.

I smiled, trying to keep my hands steady as I gripped the hem of my dress. “Thank you,” I said again, the words feeling too small for how their encouragement was steadying me.

The room buzzed with conversation as we talked briefly about music and the industry. Despite the tension that had loomed between me and Jimin earlier in the night, the interaction felt surprisingly easy. Maybe it was the shared understanding of nerves, or maybe it was just that we were all artists trying to create good music.

Finally, staff peeked in again. “Y/N, we need you for pre-stage preparations.”

My heart leapt into my throat, and I stood, smoothing my dress and forcing myself to meet my members’ eyes. Haein and Misun both squeezed my hands.

Namjoon gave me a reassuring nod. “You’ve got this,” he said.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on me, his expression unreadable.

With one last deep breath, I stepped out of the waiting room, feeling the weight of every step as I made my way toward the stage.

The stage lights were bright as I walked to the center, the hum of the crowd buzzing in my ears like an electric current. The announcer smiled warmly, motioning for me to join him in the middle of the stage. My hands clutched each other tightly as I approached, the weight of the moment pressing on me.

“Y/N,” the announcer began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “We’ve heard a lot about your next performance, and I think it’s safe to say that everyone here is eager to know more about the song you wrote.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound swelling and crashing like waves. I gave a small smile, bowing in gratitude, my heart hammering in my chest.

The announcer waited for the cheers to quiet before continuing. “This song is very personal, isn’t it? Can you tell us what inspired you to write it?”

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “Yes, it’s deeply personal. The song is about a love that changed me and learning to live with the mistakes I made with that.”

The crowd murmured, the atmosphere suddenly heavier, more intimate.

“And would you say it’s about a specific person?” the announcer asked, leaning in slightly.

I smiled faintly, feeling my pulse quicken. “I think the emotions in the song are universal. But yes, it’s inspired by someone. I wanted the song to reflect the truth of those feelings, no matter how complicated they are.”

The audience clung onto every word.

“Well,” the announcer said, his voice warm but knowing, “I think we’re all ready to hear it. Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N!”

The crowd erupted once more, and as the lights dimmed, I stepped up to the microphone. The piano began, the soft melody filling the arena. I closed my eyes for a moment, grounding myself before I began to sing.

The first words fell from my lips, soft and trembling. As the song progressed, the emotions I had kept a secret for so long surged to the surface. By the second verse, I could feel a tear slipping down my cheek. My voice cracked.

The final chorus came, and the weight of every regret, every memory, every ounce of love I had poured into this song pressed down on me. The crowd was silent, not a single sound breaking the silence until the last note faded into the air.

The cheers began as a ripple and quickly grew into a tidal wave of sound, shaking the stage beneath me. I wiped my cheek with a trembling hand, stepping back from the microphone as the announcer returned, his expression almost reverent.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice cutting through the thunderous applause. “That wasn’t just a performance; that was a moment. I think everyone here felt it.”

The crowd screamed, some of them visibly crying, and I could only bow deeply, my chest heaving with emotion.

When the noise quieted enough for him to continue, the announcer smiled. “I have to ask; what’s next for you? Do you have more music like this in the works? And the question on everyone’s mind, will we see some collaborations from you?”

I steadied myself before answering. “I do have more music I’m working on. Writing is something that helps me express what I can’t always say aloud. As for collaborations…” I hesitated, my smile soft. “I think anything is possible. You never know what the future holds.”

The crowd erupted again, and the announcer laughed, raising his hands to calm them. “Well, whatever’s next, I think we can all agree it’ll be worth waiting for. Let’s hear it one more time for Y/N!”

As I walked off the stage, the roar of the crowd followed me, a vibration I could feel in my bones. Even backstage, their energy lingered, echoing through the halls. My heart was still racing when I noticed the eyes of almost every idol and staff member on me.

They weren’t just looking; they were staring, their expressions a mixture of admiration and awe.

My group was the first to approach, their smiles wide and proud. “You were incredible,” Misun said, her voice full of sincerity.

I exhaled shakily, the reality of the moment finally sinking in.

The staff called for me to head to my next preparation, breaking the tension. But as I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—not just in the crowd, but in the air between us all.

The dressing room felt like a whirlwind as the staff moved around me, their hands working quickly to transform me for the final performance of the night. They slipped me into a stunning deep green dress—a rich, jewel-toned masterpiece that hugged my frame before cascading into a delicate flow at the hem. Gold chains formed the straps, draping over my shoulders and catching the light with every movement. It was bold, an unspoken promise of the drama this last performance would hold.

“Breathe, Y/N,” one of the stylists said softly, noticing how tense I was. I managed a small smile in return, nodding as I adjusted the gold straps.

As soon as they finished, a staff member appeared in the doorway. “Y/N, it’s time.”

I rose to my feet, the weight of the night suddenly pressing down on me. Each step I took toward the stage felt heavier than the last, but I forced myself to move forward. The faint roar of the audience grew louder, a reminder of the thousands of eyes waiting for this moment.

When I reached the backstage area, Jimin was already there, his back to me as he stared out toward the stage. He was dressed in a sleek black outfit with subtle gold accents, perfectly coordinated with my look. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his jaw, his blonde hair styled just slightly tousled, making him look effortlessly composed.

“Ready?” he asked, turning toward me as I stepped up beside him. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a tension that mirrored my own.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Ready to get this over with.”

He gave a faint smile. The silence between us stretched, heavy with everything we weren’t saying.

“Hey, you two.”

Jungkook’s voice broke through the quiet, and we both turned as he approached. His usual playful grin was subdued.

“What is it now, Jungkook?” Jimin asked, his tone light but tinged with irritation.

“Relax,” Jungkook replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to check on you both before you go out there. You’re closing the night, after all.”

I huffed a sarcastic laugh despite myself. “You’re really good at giving pep talks.”

He shrugged, his grin widening slightly. “I like to keep things interesting.”

I glanced at Jimin, but his face was unreadable. The staff called for us to get into position, and Jungkook stepped back, giving us a parting smile.

As he turned to leave, he whispered, “Don’t mess it up. Everyone’s watching.”

The stagehands ushered us closer to the entrance and I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Jimin moved beside me, his presence a constant, unshakable weight.

“You ready?” he asked again, his voice softer this time.

I nodded, gripping the edge of my skirt to stop my hands from trembling. “Let’s just get through this.”

He gave a slight nod in return, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

The energy was electric, wrapping around us and pulling us into its charged atmosphere. The stage lights cast golden halos around us.

Then, just as we were about to get into position, one of the production crew members ran up, whispering to us. “Last-minute change. If you’re comfortable, we’re greenlighting the barefoot idea. It fits the mood better.”

Jimin and I exchanged a glance. Barefoot dancing was something we both preferred for certain pieces. It brought a groundedness and vulnerability that no shoes could replicate. Without hesitation, we both bent down to remove our shoes, placing them off to the side of the stage.

The audience’s screams reached a peak as they caught onto what we were doing. The vulnerability of the moment didn’t go unnoticed, and their excitement soared even higher.

Before the music could start, the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, forcing us to pause. “Well, well! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s no surprise that this is the pairing everyone’s been waiting for. The crowd favorites of the night” he teased, his tone playful yet piercing.

The audience roared louder and I felt a flush creep up my neck. Jimin shifted uncomfortably beside me, his usual composure faltering.

My heart pounded in my chest, not from nerves, but from the weight of the decision I’d made. I wasn’t going to hold back. Not this time. These lyrics were more than just words to me; they were my truth.

As the opening sound of the duet filled the arena, I took a deep breath, grounding myself in my emotions. Jimin’s voice came first, soft and filled with the kind of yearning that immediately drew the audience in. He took a step toward me, his movements fluid and intentional, his gaze locking onto mine.

When it was my turn, I sang the first line with every ounce of transparency I had. The words spilled out like confessions, each word laced with the regrets I’d carried for years. The pain of love, the ache of loss, the weight of my regret.

The choreography was subtle yet intimate, designed to mirror the push and pull of the lyrics. Every touch, every glance, felt heavier than it had in rehearsals. Jimin’s hand lingered on mine longer than it should have, his eyes searching mine as if he could see the truth behind my voice. And maybe he could.

There was a moment, midway through the song, where I broke from the script. The lyrics called for longing, but I let my heart guide me instead. I improvised a line, the unpolished words hung in the air like a revelation.

Jimin’s gaze snapped to mine, surprise flickering across his face. He didn’t miss a beat, though. Instead, he leaned into the shift, his voice responding with a depth that hadn’t been there before. It was as if he was answering me, pouring his own emotions into the song, matching my vulnerability note for note.

The audience was silent as they watched us. I could feel them leaning into every word, every movement, every glance between us. The world seemed to shrink, leaving just Jimin and me under the stage lights, our voices intertwining like they were meant to.

The final verse approached, and as Jimin stepped closer, his hand brushed my cheek, a touch so light it was barely there. Our eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like the lyrics weren’t just part of a performance. They were our reality, a story we’d both lived and couldn’t escape.

I held his gaze, my chest heaving from the intensity of the performance. The audience erupted into cheers, their thunderous applause washing over us. But I barely heard it, too caught up in the hurricane of emotions swirling around us.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, breaking the spell as they called us back to the present.

We stepped back, bowing deeply to the audience. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, the adrenaline coursing through me like a wildfire.

The announcer returned to the stage, his grin as wide as ever. “I think it’s safe to say that was one of the most mesmerizing performances of the evening!”

“And I think we all want to know,” the announcer continued, leaning into his microphone dramatically, “how do you two manage to produce this much chemistry and energy between you? Seriously, what’s the secret?”

Jimin froze. His lips parted as if to answer, but no words came out. I stepped forward instinctively taking control.

“Well,” I began, my voice calm and measured, “I think it comes down to a mutual respect for the art. We both approach every performance with the same mindset. We connect with the music and with each other in a way that feels authentic. It’s not about us as individuals; it’s about telling the story the choreography and music deserve.”

The announcer raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, and the crowd cheered again, a mix of awe and excitement in their voices.

As Jimin and I took our bows, his hand brushing mine one last time, I knew everyone in that arena had seen it—the truth we couldn’t hide, the feelings we couldn’t deny.

The announcer then invited all the idols back onto the stage for the show’s closing remarks. As we stood in a line with the others, surrounded by lights and cheers, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of Jimin’s presence beside me. The night wasn’t over yet, but I could already feel the shift in the air. Everyone had seen what we put into that dance—and while no one said it outright, it was clear they saw more than just choreography.

As soon as I stepped off the stage, the adrenaline that had been fueling me started to wear off, and my legs felt like jelly. I could hear the distant rumble of the crowd’s lingering applause, but it was quickly drowned out by the frantic voices of Haein and Misun, who immediately grabbed me by the arms and tugged me away from the chaos backstage.

“What’s going on?” I asked, breathless, still coming down from the high of our performance.

Haein and Misun exchanged a look that made my stomach drop before Haein spoke, her voice low but urgent. “The managers are pissed.”

“Pissed?” I repeated, blinking as I tried to keep up. “Why? The performance went perfectly.”

Misun sighed, squeezing my arm gently. “It’s not about how good it was, Y/N. It’s about why it was so good. You’re all over Twitter.”

I shook my head, still too caught up in the aftermath of the stage to even think about my phone. “Why? What’s happening?”

“There’s a hashtag trending.” Haein hesitated, as if weighing whether she should continue. “#YNAndJimin. People are going crazy about your chemistry, the emotions… everything. They think it was real. They felt it.”

My heart sank as her words began to sink in. “But we’re supposed to make people feel something. That’s the point of a performance, right?”

Misun gave me a sympathetic look. “Not like this. The managers think you and Jimin blurred the lines too much. They’re saying it wasn’t professional.”

“What?” I stepped back, my voice rising slightly in disbelief. “It’s not like we planned it. I just… I put everything I had into that song. Isn’t that what they wanted?”

“They wanted a good performance,” Haein clarified, her tone more cautious now. “Not a real one. They’re saying the emotions were too raw, and the audience picked up on it. They think you both crossed the line between professionalism and personal feelings.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the weight of her words silenced me. I could still feel the intensity of the performance, the way Jimin’s gaze had locked onto mine, the way my improvised lyrics had struck a chord that neither of us could deny.

“And they’ve put rules in place,” Misun added quietly. “No more improvising during duets. No more lingering touches or moments that look too personal. Basically, nothing that could give the audience the idea that it’s more than just a performance.”

I pressed a hand to my temple, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But that’s not fair. I wasn’t trying to…” My voice trailed off as the truth settled over me. I had blurred the lines. Maybe not intentionally, but I had. And Jimin had followed me there.

“They’re especially upset with you,” Haein added, her voice soft but firm. “They’re saying you should’ve known better, that this could hurt G6ix’s image.”

My throat tightened, and I forced myself to take a steadying breath. “So what happens now? Are they going to pull me from the next comeback or something?”

“No,” Misun said quickly. “But they’re going to be watching. Closely. They don’t want anything like this to happen again.”

I nodded, my mind spinning as I tried to process everything. The performance had been one of the most vulnerable moments of my life, but now it felt like a mistake. Like I’d opened a door I couldn’t close.

The distant applause from the stage faded completely as the weight of the managers’ disappointment settled over me. I’d wanted to give the audience everything I had, but I hadn’t realized the cost of being so raw, so real.

“Let’s just get you out of here,” Haein said, tugging me gently. “You need to rest before this gets any messier.”

I let them lead me away, my legs still unsteady, but not from the performance this time.

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staytinyzen01 · 1 year ago

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Ateez 9th member au

Sunhee x Ateez (mainly Yunho and Mingi)

Sunhee was in the practice room with Yunho and Mingi. They were coming up with choreography in preparation for the next comeback. This one was special as the group had 2 siblings and put them up to vote for Atiny to choose which would be the title song for the album.

Sunhee has the mindset of ‘go big or go home’, so as Mingi and Yunho were just pacing it out and doing the moves minimally, Sunhee was going all out. This way, when it came to putting it together, the boys could see what the moves would look like properly.

“Maybe, if we do the move in time with the drum beats you hear in the back,” Sunhee suggested. MIngi looked at her and imagined it before nodding slightly. Yunho looked confused so Sunhee paused the music and rewinded it to the before and got herself ready. She moved her legs with the beat to show them exactly what she meant. Yunho agreed and they restarted that segment again so they could all do it.

Once they finished that segment completely, they restarted the song to do a run through of all they had so far. It was all going well until they got to the new dance bit they choreographed. As Sunhee was doing the segment she had done, her foot was planted in the spot whilst the rest of her leg moved, letting out a crack. She let out a gasp and dropped at the same time.

Yunho and Mingi immediately rushed to her side, tears had welled in her eyes as she held the source of her pain - her shin. Yunho and Mingi were frantically trying to figure out what was wrong and what they were supposed to do, chatting quickly to each other before Yunho made the executive decision to call Seonghwa, knowing Hongjoong was most likely busy writing.

As soon as Seonghwa answered, Yunho told him what happened and asked him what they had to do whilst Mingi was left to distract Sunhee from her pain. He was pulling faces and making panicked jokes, which emitted a teary laugh but when he stopped to listen to Yunho speaking to their hyung, Sunhee was left to her pain and soon began letting out little whimpers.

Yunho adjusted himself and Sunhee, so that her back was against his chest, he wiped her face with his sleeve when he noticed a few tears had fallen down her face and Mingi was still distracting. Yunho called for their manager and for an ambulance as he didn't want to risk any more damage to their maknae if they moved her wrong. When he was done calling for an ambulance, he told Sunhee and Mingi about what was said, and texting the group chat with all of Ateez so they are up to date. It wasn’t that long until the group chat was flooded with messages of concern from the rest of the boys.

Their manager soon came and he had the ambulance crew with them and it wasn’t long until they had Sunhee loaded into an ambulance. Yunho offered to ride with her to which she agreed and the manager was going to meet them there once they had collected the rest of the boys.

Sunhee had been allowed strong pain relief and was left to revel in the pain since Yunho was waiting outside her room for the others. When they finally arrived, San, Wooyoung and Mingi began fighting at the door trying to get in first, that was until Seonghwa pushed passed them gently and went to her side, Sunhee watched it all unfold, laughing lightly under her breath but when she saw Seonghwa start heading to her, she averted her gaze and her smile dropped, she fiddled with the bed sheets. This action was halted by Seonghwa who gently put one hand on hers and used his finger to encourage her to face him using her chin. By the time she could look up at him, tears had formed once more.

He saw the tears in her eyes and climbed onto the bed to sit next to her and brought her into a hug. He cooed softly into her ear, ‘it’s okay princess, just let it all out. Oppa is here now. It’s all okay.’ At his words, she burst into tears on his chest and kept apologising. The sound of her sobs halted the younger members who were still fighting at the door with an unimpressed Hongjoong and Yeosang trying to sort. Jongho stood at the back with a deadpan face but it softened once he heard Sunhee start crying. They finally all shuffled into the room and crowded her bed where she was hidden by her hair and Seonghwa’s chest. He stroked her hair and continued to soothe her.

Once she felt she had calmed down enough to be heard properly, she brought herself out of Seonghwa’s hold and moved so her good leg was tucked to her chest. She glanced at all the boys and whimpered slightly before she spoke.

‘I’m sorry. I am really sorry. I ruined this comeback.’

Hongjoong shook his head and moved so he carefully sat next to her injured leg. He placed a hand on her arm and rubbed it gently to offer her some comfort.

‘Oh, my love, you have not done anything wrong. You have not ruined anything. These things cannot be helped sometimes and the type of injury you have gained? That means you have worked so hard and you need to rest and that is okay. Okay we may have to adjust a couple of positions on the dance but that is nothing compared to making sure that you are okay. You are our top priority, not the comeback.’

She nods at his words, tears still falling from her eyes and she lets out a little sniffle. Her voice cracks slightly as she quietly asks, ‘can I have a tissue, please?’

Her simple request sent four of the boys reeling as they began to pat themselves down and search the room for a tissue. She saw this and laughed slightly before noticing Jongho handing her one. She took it with a smile and thanked him. He stroked her hair gently before grimacing.

‘Yah, Sunhee, I hate to be the one to tell you, but your hair is kinda sweaty.’

She gave him the most unamused look she could muster. ‘Gee, thanks. It's not like I was dancing or anything before this happened.’

The jokiness in her tone caused them all to relax slightly. Soon the doctor came in and explained that she would be taken to x-ray to fully determine where the injury is and it wasn’t long before he was telling Seonghwa and Hongjoong the full extent of her injury and the healing time. They nodded and went back to give Sunhee the news. An orthopaedic doctor came in and began to prepare her for a cast. She chose an orange colour to match the colours they used for their previous comebacks and once it was all dry she got the boys to sign it.

‘You know what, I have always wanted to break a bone for some reason. It has happened at an inconvenient time but at least my dream came true.’ Sunhee explained to San as he signed her cast.

He gave her a bewildered look. ‘Why is that something you wanted?’ He was so confused.

She shrugged. ‘All the children I grew up around had broken a bone at some point and I never had. I always wanted to break a bone just to see what it was like and because the idea of getting people to sign my cast seems cool.’

San seemed satisfied with her answer and kissed the side of her head gently. ‘Fair enough. Now let's get you home.’

She nods tiredly and allows Yunho to transfer her to a wheelchair where she was taken to the car to be taken home. KQ released a statement to say that Sunhee would not be fully participating in the comeback due to injury and would be back soon and she relaxed on the sofa knowing her boys would look after her.

‘I’m sorry. I am really sorry. I ruined this comeback.’

Hongjoong shook his head and moved so he carefully sat next to her injured leg. He placed a hand on her arm and rubbed it gently to offer her some comfort.

She nods at his words, tears still falling from her eyes and she lets out a little sniffle. Her voice cracks slightly as she quietly asks, ‘can I have a tissue, please?’

‘Yah, Sunhee, I hate to be the one to tell you, but your hair is kinda sweaty.’

She gave him the most unamused look she could muster. ‘Gee, thanks. It's not like I was dancing or anything before this happened.’

‘You know what, I have always wanted to break a bone for some reason. It has happened at an inconvenient time but at least my dream came true.’ Sunhee explained to San as he signed her cast.

He gave her a bewildered look. ‘Why is that something you wanted?’ He was so confused.

San seemed satisfied with her answer and kissed the side of her head gently. ‘Fair enough. Now let's get you home.’

Bonus - what the boys signed on her cast.

Get well soon, Princess. <3 - Prince Oppa (Seonhwa)

My sweet, clumsy marshmallow, get better soon and rest well. - Appa Joong

Get better soon Kitten, dancing won't be the same without you - Puppy Yunho

Love you Bub, get better soon - Sangie

My sunshine is a clumsy baby, get better soon and eat well - Sanshine (he drew his with a sun around it)

Yah, pabo, get better quickly. We need you ;) - GiGi (mingi)

Baby mouse, you get better quickly or I will have to tickle you forever - Woo

Who knew Peaches would be a perfect name for you. Get better soon - Pebbles (Jongho)

#kpop addition #kpop au #ateez addition #ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez

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melsvt · 7 months ago

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— ep3. what happened (wc: 412)

Heeseung hung up his phone and put it in his pocket with two packaged ice cream on his hand. He looked around with a small plan in mind.

He hadn't seen Seonhee since school closed.

There were a lot of things they both loved to do together, but if you ask Heeseung what was his favorite, it would be going to the river on hot nights and eat ice cream.

So he walked in direction to Seonhee's house, unbeknownst to her. When he finally stopped in front of her house, a car caught his attention, then a lady who didn't stop very young getting into the car with teary eyes.

He took a deep breath and looked around. The lights in the apartment where Seonhee lived were still on. She didn't sleep, he thought, as he stepped into the apartment.

He waited a little before quickly climbing the stairs and stopped in front of her door. He thought about going back with the unclear feeling in him, but all the efforts would go in vain.

Also he had to keep his promise to Isa. He had to check Seonhee in between and make sure she was okay, or he was sure that if something happened to Seonhee, Isa would kill him on the spot.

He rang the bell and waited a bit. Seonhee nervously headed for the door, wondering with what face she could come back. Her face was red from crying.

"What do y-"

She paused with the boy standing in front of her eyes and shut her mouth. After a not-so-long stare, she turned her body to the other side and tried to hide her face, which was red from crying. "Yeah?" she said, then in her muffled voice.

“Sunny, what happened?"

Heeseung asked in a calm voice and stepped inside, then left the shopping bag in his hand to the chair. He touched Seonhee's shoulder with one hand and turned her towards himself.

"Nothing. Just..." She raised her head with the instant decision, and when she saw Heeseung's worried expression, she hated her decision and lowered her head back. "No, obviously something happened. What happened, do you want to tell me?"

Seonhee shaked her head as a no. Heeseung pulled her towards his chest to stop her crying and make her feel better, and wrapped his arms around her.

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★ s :: family abuse, exam stress and more. sunhee wobbled like she'd never faltered in her life and heeseung falling into her heart while dealing with all this. heeseung, who had known about sunhee's feelings towards him for a long time, had directed him to be with her out of friendship instinct.

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cr4shc0urse · 1 day ago

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— OPEN (0/1):

SCENE. several days into arrival week, at the HOTEL. MUSE has given themselves a minor injury, and SUNHEE's the only one around to see.

"WELL, MAYBE THEY'LL SPIN A SIDEPLOT OUT OF THIS and you'll get more screentime," sunhee points out with a wry grin.

it doesn't look too bad. what was a horror reunion without some blood and flesh wounds? "uh, here. you should probably run that under some water or something. is your bathroom near here?" she hands over her towel, silently apologizing to the staff for the stain that that's going to leave on the pristine white cloth.

the whole reason she'd gotten lost in this place for the last two hours was to find that stupid towel, but it would have been more awkward if she'd just walked past someone clearly hurt. her good old father always warned her about sowing good karmic energy anyway, and she can hear his rattling voice in the back of her mind, pointing out that she's literally staying in a horror movie town. sunhee, what if it's you someday?

unlikely, but the blood isn't a pretty sight. she's not squeamish, but her imagination's been running overactive, and morbid, for the last year, and it can't help but paint the possibilities worse and worse. better to see it through now. "what even happened? and don't say anything about the curse, or i'm taking the towel back and letting you bleed out."

#sorry to fiend for threads........but the muse voices are strong #lvk:starter #lvk:event001 #filed / interaction.

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coffeepurpleu · 2 years ago

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On a Sweet Night, Be My Lucky Star (01)

Pairing : VampireTaehyung x WitchReader x DemonJungkook

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Angst, a little of violence,Fluff (I'll try go with all lmao)

Serie: (still don't know how many longer will be, like chapters, but I'm going to make you enjoy it),about updates (there's will be not a specific day to update, *wink).

This will be my first fanfic here, English It's not my first language, so, if you have any suggestion I'll try it🏃🏻‍♀️.

Teaser (if you want to see it) CH02

"Darling, here's a present for you" I saw my grandmother with a small purple bag in her wrinkled hands.

"What is this grandma?" I asked looking at her curiously

"It's a quartz, it will protect you from everything bad" she replied.

I looked at the orange quartz sticking out of my grandmother's fingers, before I received it, everything went dark.

"Grandma?" I whispered looking for her.

I saw a dark shadow pointing at me, water was surrounding me.

I wake up shaken from sleep, looking around, looking for my phone to see the time, 5:55 A.M.

"Well Sunhee, time to start the day" I yawn to look at my dog sleeping comfortably in her bed.

I head towards the bathroom to shower, already dressed, I decide to eat breakfast on the way, I head downstairs grabbing my stuff stuff stuffing it in my bag. I grab my keys, open the door to find Jin. He is my best friend, he has a popular restaurant in town, human, I would say immortal because at 26 years old, he doesn't look that age.

"Jinnie, it's too early for you to open the restaurant, what brings you here?" I ask with an innocent tone.

"You know why I'm here, since lately you go to work without breakfast, I make you breakfast, Yah what a brat you are" he furrows his eyebrows a little.

"So considerate, thank you but I don't need it" I chuckle.

"Sure you do, remind you of the last time you were in the hospital? Besides my food is the best" He strikes a funny pose, where they both end up laughing.

"I'll still have my morning coffee," I say.

"Sure, your caffeine routine I won't take it away, then you get mad at penguin" he laughs squeezing my cheeks.

"Just because you're taller, doesn't give you the right to make fun of me, ugly" I run to my car before he chases after me.

"Who do you think you're talking to? and you can't leave without me" he climbs into the passenger seat, holding my breakfast steady in his hands.

"You started it!" I yell

"Don't you recognize a good joke? you're too sensitive" he rolls his eyes.

" Well, here I leave you, good luck today, I will come at 8, today I want sushi" I mention opening the door and getting out of the car to say goodbye to him.

"Again?, don't stress today, are they going to interview someone new?" he gets out of the car, arranging his clothes.

"Well you pick the food, yes, we need someone at the planning station" I sigh hugging him.

"Everything will be fine, today will be a great day" He pats me on the head before turning and opening the doors to his restaurant, I turn around to go to the company.

I enter the company walking slowly, receiving the good morning greetings from everyone there.

"Excuse me, boss."

I turn to see where the voice is coming from, it's from my receptionist, Lisa, an elf very good at her job.

"Do you need anything?" I ask her

"My mother just died,would you give me 3 days off?" she murmurs.

"Sure, be careful" I hug her before heading to the elevator.

As the elevator doors open, my secretary, Soyeon is revealed with some folders in her hands.

"There's already the new guy for the interview" she mentions bowing giving a smirk.

"Is there something funny I should know about?" I arch an eyebrow.

"It's nothing, it's just, the kid's a nervous wreck" she mutters.

"Oh come on, we were all like that for our first interview, I remember I kept fidgeting in my chair, and I couldn't find something to look at" I chuckle with embarrassment.

"That must have been cute to see, and funny" We both burst out laughing. "Well, I'll go set up the meetings, you should go to your office, I'll send the boy over" She smiles before turning away.

I walk to my office, take a seat in the swivel chair, taking the folder on the table, I swivel in the chair for a while until there is a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say in a loud voice.

"Good morning, my name is Hoshi, I come for the interview" He mumbles with blushing cheeks.

"Have a seat, so you know what the position is about right?" I look at him intently which makes him shrink a little.

"Yes ma'am, I have been a scholarship holder from the best university in seoul, I would like to put my acquired knowledge into this job" He smiles shyly.

"Good, I will give you a week trial, show your skills" I stretch my hand which is taken by his, he smiles brightly before standing up and bowing.

"Thank you very much, you won't regret it" He leaves the office, with instructions to ask Soyeon for an induction.

I'm in the boardroom, surrounded by partners, we're brainstorming new ideas. 4pm and my eyes are going, a migraine is coming on.

"Well gentlemen, any suggestions you can send them with my assistant Soyeon or to my mail" I smile to go straight to my office, I throw myself on the couch to close my eyes.

"girl, it's 7:30, aren't you going to look for Jin?" I hear Soyeon say

"later, I'm sleepy" I mumble

"I have no other choice" She pulls me from the sofa making me fall on the floor.

"Ouch!" my eyes pop open, I stand up with a frown, wave my hand as a sign that I'm saying goodbye and go to the car.

I turn on the radio to listen to some news, the same old news, fighting over clans, for context.

A long time ago there were fights between different types of species, each with their life partner or destiny, nowadays, even though we live comfortably, there are some types of "clans" that refuse to believe that life partners of different species are not equal to the same (type, an elf with a troll to say something). But clarifying that, being a witch, I have learned to live without a companion, I have my best friend Jin.

"Where's my omma?" I ask getting out of the car walking into the restaurant. "Yah! You know you shouldn't talk like that" Jin mentions, I managed to dodge the incoming punch.

"Come on now! It's funny anyway, it's almost eight o'clock, are you closing up? Remember that tomorrow you will accompany me to Paris" I wink at him.

I usually focus on work although lately I've been tired, I'm CEO of 5 companies, I took 2 weeks off, since Jin's birthday is coming up, and I thought I'd treat us to a trip.

"Yeah, just let me lock up" He mentions taking off his apron, looking for the keys. At that, we hear the door open and see a gray wolf. "Jin?" I say, "What...?" he replies.

Before we can say anything the wolf falls to the ground, we approach him, we see his ribs sticking out with a bruise on top of them. I carefully move him with telekinesis to one of the nearest tables.

"My tablecloth-" Jin reproaches.

"I'll give you a new one, it needs to be healed" I glare at him.

I start to heal it with magic, the bruise was slowly disappearing, sounds of rain were coming from outside, we exchanged glances.

"Let's go before the weather gets worse" I look at Jin "But you're carrying him" he says.

We get in the car, I put on soft music, almost getting home we hear a growl behind us.

"Y/n I think he's awake" Jin whispers.

I look through the mirror to see the wolf's eyes analyzing both of us, I decide to speak as I look back to the road.

"I heal you, you must be hungry, surely there is something you can eat, jin will prepare something for us right?" i look at him.

"Sure, I could make bibimbap" he smiles slightly.

The wolf decides to lie down as soon as we get to the house. We get out of the car, as we enter I get sunhee jumping into my arms, the wolf snorts.

"I'll be in my room, let me know when the food is ready?" i say before yawning, releasing sunhee on the floor.

"Sure, and take a bath you smell nasty" Jin laughs.

"liar!" i go upstairs to lie down on the bed. I close my eyes, falling asleep, when I feel water being poured on me.

"Food is served downstairs!" i see jin running, i go after him. As I sit up, I see the wolf still being cutelicious, he's finished his meal.

"Everything ok? if you have nowhere to stay, you can stay with us, well, in my house, there are many rooms" I smile, he looks at me with astonishment after going to lie down on the sofa.

"Hey are you calling me poor?" Jin frowns.

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't put up with your ugly jokes "I grimace.

"Oh come on, you have no sense of humor, sourpuss" he mentions.

"Yes I do, right I do sunhee? come on let's go to sleep" I hold sunhee in my arms, bowing. "Rest"

"Well I'll go to sleep buddy, see you tomorrow" Jin mumbles.

With the lights off, the wolf turns into a man, he goes through rooms to take a bath, he found a library with a big purple armchair, plants adorning the ceiling, even though he still didn't trust them, he could rest well, just like before.

The next morning, the wolf fell asleep in the library, he had found some old clothes, so he put them on and went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. What he didn't expect was that Jin was in the kitchen.

"Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Jin yells out.

"Hey man calm down, I'm the wolf, my name is Namjoon" he bowed.

I walk down the stairs with the sheet wrapped around me.

"Why are you guys making noise so early in the morning" I complains

"Because he appears just like that" Jin mentions pointing Namjoon up and down.

"It's normal, I'm a hybrid" Nam shrugs, turning around to make himself a coffee.

"Well, we have to get used to it, we have to buy him clothes too" I walk over to Nam. "Let me have some coffee please, and Jin, it smells burnt"

"Go ahead, it's your house anyway" Nam takes his cup of coffee to sit at the table.

"My pancakes! Can't you use magic and redo them?" Jin complains.

"Oh come on! It should be for life and death situations" I mentions

"This is life or death! It's our food!" he shakes me.

"Well well, next time we can make dumplings" I wiggled my fingers making the pancakes perfectly cooked. We hear the light laughter coming from Nam.

My phone vibrates, it's Soyeon.

"Hey girl, how's it going? You know they have a flight today right?"she mentions. "Shit, I knew something had to be done, wait" I hang up quickly to turn around to see the guys.

"Well Nam, I scheduled a trip for me and Jin since his Birthday is coming up, it's today, but I don't know if you would be ok here alone, and Jin, would you agree for him to come?" I look at them waiting for an answer.

"For me, no problem" Jin looks at Nam.

"I don't know, I don't want to cause any trouble, besides isn't it your gift for him?" he purses his lips a little bit

"Yes, but you can also see it as an opportunity to buy clothes and have fun, then" I pat sunhee who is beside me.

"That's okay, I guess it'll be fun" he murmurs.

I call Soyeon to tell him to tell the driver that someone else is coming, then chat with Elizabeth, an old friend.

Crazy witch🐙: Hey bitch, are you there?

The Coolest👾 :Taking care of Sunhee? Why not Flor¿😯

Crazy witch🐙:Because I love you and you love me😁

The Coolest👾 : Well, leave her to Shiro😪

Crazy witch🐙:Are you still in the fashion show?👀

The Coolest👾 :Yes, Flor mentions if we can make a camping trip soon.😶‍🌫️

Crazy witch🐙:Sure when I get back from Paris✈️

"Are you done yet?" Namjoon appears behind me.

"Man, take it easy, you scared me" I put one hand on my chest.

"I'm sorry, but Jin is already out with the bags, I've already bathed, I'm changed but you're missing" he smiles apologetically.

"Yes I'm coming, get in the driver's car when I arrive, I won't be late" I snort to go upstairs to take a cold bath, I decide to wear a jean skirt with a grey croptop with flowers on it and my boots. I walk over to the mirror I have, I hear a car beep.

"I'm coming!" I yell to grab my purse, I put on a knitted beret my grandmother made me, the quartz necklace, and my holographic earrings. I walk downstairs to see Mr. Lee greeting me.

"How are you Miss?" Between his light wrinkles I see a warm smile. "Ready for a break, how have you and your family been?" I ask tapping his shoulder.

"Very well, now come on upstairs it will be late" he opens the door for me.

"Girl, what took you so long?" Jin asked.

"Wait! Sunhee, god I almost forgot" I quickly get off to look for Sunhee and her things, I get back on next to her. "Mr. Lee, how much time do you pray you have? I have to leave sunhee with Elizabeth" I look at him.

He puts on a pair of dark glasses before saying "Hold on tight".

"Why leave her with that Elizabeth?" Nam asks.

"Because she is a friend we are like family, she is a demon, besides sunhee if I leave her alone at home she makes disasters, believe me, she has eaten the socket protectors, sometimes I feel like she is immortal" I sigh.

"She's mommy's baby" Jin speaks in a baby tone.

"Obvious" We all laugh

"Ready, here we are" Mr. Lee mentions.

"Thanks, I'll be right back" I get out of the car carrying sunhee.

Knock Knock

The door opens, a guy in pajamas gets out.

"Hey Y/N, long time no see" he greets

"Don't get excited Shiro, I talked to Elizabeth, she's going to do me the favor of watching Sunhee until I get back from paris" I hand him Sunhee's things, and her leash. "You know her schedule, good luck, and don't let her eat socks!" I turn around to run to the car, get in it.

"Ready, let's go" I smile. "I'm going to call my aunt Jessi to let her know, I haven't seen her in a while."

"You become an old lady when you talk to her" Jin laughs.

"Oh come on" Before I dial my aunt, an incoming call from my mom interrupts.

"Hi ma, how's your vacation going?" I ask her.

"Wonderful here in Jeju with Goonie" She says.

"Ugh, too much sugar ma, I'm going to Paris with Jin, and a new friend, I plan to stop by my aunt Jessi's house" She laughs a little bit

"New friend? Who is it?" she speaks in a mocking tone.

"Not like that! it's not my destiny, we've already talked about it" I mumble, watching Jin and Nam talk.

"I know, but I want to see you happy, and I want grandchildren" She speaks excitedly.

"Don't even think, I'm going to cut myself the-" she interrupts me.

"Watch your language, assface" We laugh.

"Here we are" I hear Mr. Lee

"See you later ma, kisses" I hang up to grab my stuff and look for the private jet, Nam's eyes widen like saucers. "I'm humble" We laugh lightly.

Getting on the plane, I almost fall to the ground. I hear the laughter behind me. "How rude not to help a lady" I pout, they look at each other and sit on the plane's couch, putting on seat belts.

"I brought cards" Jin says

"I don't remember the rules well. Namjoon scratches the back of his head.

"You ignore me? fine, I'll go to sleep, please wake me up when we arrive" I go to bed indignant.

"ONE!" shouts Jin

"Man, I'm bad at this" Namjoon sighs.

"It's lack of practice" Jin shrugs his shoulders.

"Fine, I'll show you how to play" I get up from the bed

"Weren't you sleeping?" Jin asks

"I couldn't, give me space". He gives me a space to sit between them. "Thank you."

After 4 rounds in a row, I won.

"NOOO, treacherous" Jin complains.

"I guess I'll win someday" Nam laughs.

"We have arrived at your destination" I hear the voice in the jet, as it slowly lands.

"Let's go!" I get up running excitedly.

"So fast" Nam asks.

I say goodbye to the jet driver to find the chauffeur who will drop us all off at my aunt's house.

"Bonjour, Madame" The chauffeur greets me.

"Bonjour! Take us to my aunt please" I smile, looking around the airport.

"With pleasure, Madame" Smiles the chauffeur.

After 15 minutes we arrive at the house. I knock on the door.

"Girl, long time no see" My aunt hugs me.

"Princess!" My uncle joins us in the hug.

The hug is undone, because my uncles go to greet Jin, Namjoon just looks, I signal him to come in, my uncles look at him.

" this is Namjoon, new friend" Nam bows with a shy smile.

"Welcome to the family, Namjoon" My uncle smiles.

"Thank you" Nam replies shyly

"Well, where is Haerin?" I ask.

"Well, she's coming soon, she said he has a surprise, I guess, do you want coffee?" my aunt asks.

"I do, you know I can't refuse coffee" I smiled.

"Could I make myself a tea?" Jin asked.

"Go ahead dear, I don't know why you don't want coffee" my aunt laughs.

"I do want some" Namjoon mentions.

"Let's settle them upstairs boy" . My uncle lifts my suitcase, Namjoon follows him with the other suitcases in his hands, they lose sight of each other on the stairs.

"So where are you coming from?" uncle asks.

"From the mountains, north side, it was just me and dad" Namjoon mumbles somewhat nostalgically.

"Oh boy, I'm sorry, but look here we always have room for more" tio slipped his arm behind Nam's neck to hug him. Let's go downstairs and then the fire gets cold.

The door opened revealing Haerin with her boyfriend Heechul, they were laughing, until Haerin saw me, she runs to hug me.

"You're choking me, help-" I move into his arms.

"Didn't you miss me? You don't call me" She says in a childish voice"

"Well you don't answer either" I frown.

"We're even" We laugh. "Mom!, Dad, I missed you" she comes over to hug them.

I see Jin with two cups in his hands, he walks over to me, then walks over to Nam to give it to us.

"You didn't pour anything in it, did you?" I ask holding back laughter.

"YAH! Aunt Choi say something to her!" Jin complains.

"You're all grown up kids, anyway, let Haerin tell the news" My aunt smiles, we all take a seat.

"Ready honey?" Haerin asks Heechul who nods. "We're getting married! and there's a surprise coming" this last she mumbles.

"What the-" My uncle turns pale.

"He's getting his blood pressure down" I say running into the living room.

"Congratulations daughter, you know how dramatic your father is" My aunt hugs them.

"Congratulations!" Jin says, elbowing Nam who is concentrating on drinking his coffee.

"Congratulations" Nam mentions

"Well, we should have a party before we go" My aunt mentions, handing a glass of water to my uncle.

"Leave?" asks Jin

"Yes, we are going on a trip" My aunt smiles.

"When?" I ask

"Tomorrow morning" manages to answer my uncle.

"Shall I order food?" asks Haerin

"I can get the drinks" I mention.

"I think there is a store near here" Heechul mentions.

"Well, anyone coming or?" Nam steps forward, we grab our coats to go.

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Word count: 3.1k

I was a bit sick 😭(I was anxious to upload it), but here it is at last, tell me what do you think, what changes or additions can I make?

my friend is helping me to organize ideas, because I have too many that I-

Thanks for the love you give to the serie, ch 2 on the way chu chu🚂.

I will soon make the masterlist to organize this🍵

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