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jebewonmorelike · 2 years ago

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Let’s Win This Love

part 2: keita's ending; matthew's ending (coming soon) wc: 2.6k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: I think I said h*ll maybe a couple more swears, otherwise pretty silly and fluffy and fun summary: keita and matthew (aegyo) battle for an oblivious planetmaster/idol!reader's affection in this semi-realistic fictional retelling of boys planet episodes 3 & 4 ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ A Cancer and a Gemini having the same taste and then duking it out is literally so typical, I can't. Honestly, this one has a very respectful dash of crack, I think I wrote Zhang Hao, Kuanjui, Zihao and the star masters a little too funny, but that's why it's only "semi-realistic". Hopefully you think its funny too. :) Also, this technically exists in the same world as the Junhyeon one... Since I wrote that the reader is also from my new canon fictional idol group "Virtual Reality". So if you want to believe that this is a prequel to that one, that is hilarious and I fully support it. This was a request and I was so happy to get it, please send more <3

"Okay, this is Kill This Love practice room. G-group are on the far side, K-group closest to the door," a producer explains quickly while a stylist smoothes your hair down.

"Thank you," you say with a smile, nodding at the stylist first and then the producer.

"Whenever you're ready," she says, backing away so you can open the door. You reach your hand out, grabbing the door handle and pulling slowly before stepping inside the practice room.

You stand there for a moment, looking at the two groups of boys sitting very endearingly in little circles on the floor. A smile creeps onto your face as you watch them carefully discuss what positions they should take for their performances.

"OH MY GOD!" One of the trainees shouts suddenly from the other side of the room. It startles you a bit as the other trainees begin to freak out as they recognize you as well.

You nod respectfully to them in a greeting, laughing at the boys' excited reactions. "Hi," you say with a little wave.

The boys shout their hellos back.

"I'm (Y/N) from Virtual Reality, for anyone who doesn't know. I'm here as a Planet Master to help you throughout the week with your performances," you explain. "I'd love to sit in for a while as you decide your parts for the song, if that's okay?"

"Can we go first, please?" A very tall and intimidating boy from the K-group team asks as he jumps to his feet.

"Yes, since you said please," you agree with a nod, making your way over to the circle of K-group trainees on the floor. You sit with them for about fifteen minutes, the process of divvying up parts going incredibly quickly. They all seemed to have an idea of exactly what they were going to do before they even sat down, all ring-led by that giant boy who, as it turns out, is a golden retriever in disguise.

Making your way over to the G-group now, you quietly join their floor circle as the boy on your left speaks.

"It's natural that we all want the killing part, but we have to think of what is best for the team's performance first and foremost," the dark-haired boy says articulately. You can't help but notice he looks a bit familiar to you. He turns to you, smiling, but his name tag is blocked.

"Please, keep going! I love how you worded that," you compliment him, hands gesturing for him to continue.

"Thank you," he accepts, as he sits with one knee hugged to his chest. "I think the best way to figure out who gets what part might be for everybody that wants it to try it out. Then we can determine who fits it most."

They audition the Killing Part first. Each boy takes a turn, the brown-haired boy to your right named Matthew seeming very determined to win, but it's clear that the trainee best suited for the part is Keita, the boy on your left. They put it up to a group vote after everyone has taken their turn.

"Do I get to vote?" You ask with a laugh.

"Yes, but only if you're going to vote for me," Keita says, grinning.

"Wooow," you sigh in disbelief.

"Of course you get to vote," Zhang Hao, the leader, confirms. "But... Only if you vote for me."

Zhang Hao prompts everyone to point to their choice in three, two, one...

Almost every finger is pointed at Keita, including yours. His, however, is pointed at Matthew.

"Keitaaaa, okay, okay," Zhang Hao congratulates. The smaller boy bows his head gratefully and there's something about the way he does this that confirms you have in fact seen him before.

"Keita..." You think out loud, brows furrowing. "Keita, why are you so familiar to me?"

He laughs. "Because I sat behind you at the Asia Artist Awards last year."

"OH MY GOD! You're the one that stepped on the back of my shoe!" You say, finally remembering where you'd seen his face before.

"Exactly!" He confirms much too happily, before realizing what you said. "Hey. I apologized for that!"

"I'd like to change my vote to this one," you say, pointing at the boy on your right. "He would never step on my shoe."

"You're right, I would never step on your shoe," Matthew confirms with a smile, but you take notice of how sad he looks after losing the part.

"Too bad, you were only allowed to vote if you voted for me anyway, remember?" Keita says with a grin.

You roll your eyes. "Whatever, shoe-stepper."

The boys continue voting on parts; the main vocal first, then the main rapper, then subvocal one, then subvocal two... You watch as Matthew, the youngest member of the team, loses each part and, in turn, all of his confidence. His eyes are glued to his lap and your heart absolutely breaks when you see a tear fall onto his pants leg as he's handed the subvocal two part.

"Aw, this one," you say with a little laugh, motioning with your hand for Matthew to lean over to you. "Come here, I need to hug you."

The boy stares at you for a second, doe-eyed before quickly moving into your open arms.

"You look so sad, I can't stand it," you say, patting his back comfortingly as you squeeze him gently. Pulling away from the hug, you keep one hand on his shoulder. "You're doing great. I know you probably feel a bit rejected and that's not a nice feeling. But this is the right part for you... and whether you wanted it or not, you have to make the best of it. Also, I'm not gonna lie, it's actually my favorite part of this song."

He nods quickly, clearly flustered by the attention you're giving him. You have been told before that your ability to never break eye contact is both impressive and incredibly intimidating.

"The year is 2019. The world is about to basically explode and nobody knows it yet. All I care about is releasing our next song," you start to say dramatically as you turn to address the whole group.

"Oh! Are you sharing a personal anecdote that will resonate with each of us and motivate our team to work together cooperatively to win the challenge?" Zhang Hao asks excitedly.

You blink back at him, a pout eventually forming on your lips. "Well I was going to, but you ruined it."

"I was actually wondering something."

You turn to your left as Keita speaks. "Yeah?"

"I actually got the Killing Part," Keita says carefully, before looking up to meet your eyes. "Why don't I get a hug?"

Chen Kuanjui falls flat on his back with a shriek as Zhang Hao snorts so loud you swear he's part horse.

"Didn't you hear?” Kuanjui asks rhetorically at the ceiling. "You only get a hug if you look sad.”

"Jealousy was blocking his ears," Wang Zihao quips.

"Oh," Keita considers, nodding. "I can be sad."

"No! No more sad!" You interject, placing one hand on Matthew's knee and the other on Keita's. "Neither of you are allowed to be sad."

"Would you like us to be sad then?" Min asks.

"NO!" You shout, hands flying to your head as you grapple with the weight of the existence of boys. "None of you can be sad anymore starting now."

"But then how am I supposed to get a hug?" Keita asks, smirking back at you.

"Shoe-steppers do not get hugs under any circumstances anyway, not even sadness," you reply with a frown.

"Well Keita can keep the killing part if it means I get the only hug," Matthew figures, smiling at you sweetly.

You watch as Keita's eyes narrow at the younger boy.

"(Y/N)! Time to switch rooms, please," a staff member suddenly calls, holding open the door for you.

You sigh, pushing yourself up with your hands to stand and scanning over the team with a sigh. "No more sadness. No more hugging. No more shoe-stepping."

Your eyes fix on Zhang Hao. "And no more interrupting people's personal anecdotes that they so graciously prepared for you."

All of the boys nod in agreement.

"Please work hard. There's a ton of talent in this group. I can't wait to see your progress in a few days!" You say before walking to the door, waving to all of the Kill This Love trainees.

"Fighting!"

"Hi," Keita greets, hands behind his back.

It's evaluation day and you're sat with pH-1 to your right and Seok-hoon and Young-joon to your left on a folding chair in a large practice room, waiting for the Kill This Love G-Group to join you. Keita is the first to arrive, hesitating for a moment at the door before walking straight up to you.

"Oh," you say, admittedly a bit surprised. "Hi."

"You were right the other day. I didn't ever get the chance to properly apologize for the whole shoe incident," he says, bottom lip between his teeth.

"What? What shoe incident?" Young-joon asks curiously.

"Oh, he... He stepped on the back of my shoe at the AAA's last year," you explain quickly.

"Not on purpose, of course," Keita adds.

"I fell down and everything."

"OKAY, WILL YOU JUST--..." Keita stops himself and laughs disarmingly. "I'm trying to say I'm sorry."

"What's behind your back?" Seok-hoon prods.

"Oh, um..." Keita produces a small bouquet of roses, handing them to you. "For you."

"Holy--," pH-1 starts, but Young-joon shushes him.

You stare at the flowers. "Are you... trying to buy my forgiveness?"

"Yes," Keita agrees hastily, then shakes his head. "No. Well... Sort of. I just wanted to say that, like... I obviously wasn't glad that you fell or anything that day. But I was glad that the whole incident made you remember me."

"Yes, negatively."

"Right, well. I know we might've gotten off on the wrong foot... No pun intended. But I just wanted to try to fix that," he offers awkwardly, shifting his weight from one side to the other a few times.

You nod. "Thank you. I'll consider it."

Keita smiles hopefully before going to take a seat in one of the chairs to the left of the room.

"Wow," pH-1 sighs. "You're cold."

"What? He made me fall on national television."

"Yeah, but he clearly really likes--." The rapper is cut off by another trainee entering the practice room.

Matthew runs up to you, planting himself in front of you before bowing slightly with respect. "Hi," he says with a shy smile.

"Hi," you greet him, smiling back. "How are you doing, my favorite subvocal two?"

You hear an exasperated sigh from the left side of the room.

"I'm good! Thank you for being so nice the other day. What you said really helped me," Matthew says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pink box. "Uh, I just bought you something as a proper thank you."

You open it, finding several expensive assorted chocolates inside. "Oh... That's... That's so sweet of you. But I'm actually allergic to chocolate."

Matthew's eyes widen with sheer panic as you put the lid back on the box and hand them to Seok-hoon, who begins popping them in his mouth gleefully.

"It's okay, he'll eat them," you assure Matthew, whose cheeks are bright red. "Thank you, though!"

He nods apologetically and runs off to take a seat on the left side of the room.

"Can I ask what sort of magic spells you were performing in those practice rooms, (Y/N)?" Young-joon asks amazedly.

"I’m not complaining," Seok-hoon replies decidedly, throwing back the last chocolate.

As the whole Kill This Love G-group team finally files into the room and takes their positions for their evaluation performance, you watch as Matthew and Keita appear to send each other very competitive and almost hostile glances. Keita's eyes narrow in the same way they did when Matthew had subtly bragged about getting a hug. You wonder what could possibly be going on with them.

Your suspicions only grow stronger as their performance continues. Matthew and Keita's parts are riddled with elaborate and distracting bits of aegyo and, at one point, the two seem to be engaged in some sort of full-on aegyo battle. The rest of the boys dance around them, the incredibly annoyed expressions on their faces actually much more fitting to the theme of the song.

When the song concludes, Seok-hoon fully turns around in his seat, head in his hands as he stifles his chuckling. Young-joon is scribbling furiously on his note pad and pH-1 is just sitting there with his mouth hanging open.

You figure now's as good a time as any to chime in.

“Matthew.”

The boy’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as you sternly call his name. You watch as Keita looks down at the floor, smiling to himself.

“Keita."

His head shoots up to look at you, visibly surprised that you’ve said his name, too.

“Respectfully… What in god’s green earth are you both doing?”

"I've been asking myself the same question all week," Zihao comments dejectedly.

You watch both of the boys glance at each other nervously before turning back to you. “What the hell is with all the aegyo?"

Seok-hoon brings his clipboard up to cover his mouth as he bursts into laughter.

"Yeah, you know, I noticed that too," Young-joon agrees with a smirk. "I thought you were trying to kill this love... not make it."

"That was a terrible joke, but he's right. The whole point of this song is to voice your anger about the pain that love causes. Kuanjui, was this your choreography?"

"You know it wasn't," he deadpans.

You nod. "I do and I admire your willingness to throw your teammates under the bus."

"Is that admirable?" Seok-hoon asks.

"It is when your teammates are acting like Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dumber," you answer, shaking your head in disbelief. "Seriously, what is going on?"

"What's going on is that you're Tweedle-Dumbest," pH-1 says with a snort.

"What? What do you mean?" You question, one eyebrow raised in defense at the accusation.

"I mean, you're sitting in between a bouquet of roses and a pink box of chocolates," Seok-hoon says, gesturing to the gifts on either side of you as deafening silence sweeps over the room.

"... They're both in love with you, Sunbaenim," Zhang-Hao announces loudly.

Your mouth hangs open slightly as the realization hits you. "Oh," you manage to squeak out with a nod, knowing a blush is creeping across your cheeks. "I am Tweedle-Dumbest."

"Why do you boys never bring me presents?" Young-joon questions. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

You finally muster enough courage to look up again at Matthew and Keita. Matthew looks like he wishes he was being catapulted to another planet, while Keita is just grinning at you like an (adorable) idiot.

"Sorry for calling you names," you say softly, bowing your head apologetically. "I appreciate your sweet gestures."

"Well..." pH-1 says with a sigh. "Which one are you going to choose?"

"WHAT!?" You yell, rolling up your papers and smacking him with them.

"Personally, I would choose Matthew," Seok-hoon says nodding appreciatively at the younger trainee.

"There's just something about Keita though, you know?" Young-joon poses, his hand reaching up to his chin as he pretends to daydream.

You shake your head in defeat, groaning into your hands. This is a logistical nightmare. Suddenly, you lift your head as you think of the perfect answer to pH-1's question.

"I'll look forward to a date with whichever one of you debuts," you announce, followed by a chorus of satisfied 'oohs' and 'aahs' from both the star masters and the other boys. You watch as Keita and Matthew exchange competitive yet amicable looks, the older of the two holding his hand out for the other to shake. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back for being able to restore the atmosphere with the brilliant solution.

“But what if they both debut?" Zhang Hao asks suddenly.

"ZHANG HAO, I SWEAR TO--."

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jebewonmorelike · 2 years ago

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Let's Win This Love; Pt. 2 (Keita's Ending)

part 1: let's win this love (keita & matthew x planetmaster/idol!reader) wc: 900 warnings: some swears; sad keita with a happy ending :) pronouns: none used; n/a summary: planetmaster/idol!reader goes to look for keita after the finale episode of boys planet ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this was a request for our mega talented, adorable keita. i'm glad i got to do a part 2 to my previous one-shot; i think you'll like this ending. i'm so happy with our final lineup guys. jay, keita, hyeonni and phanbin are my only regrets. i wish all of them so much luck-- great opportunities will come out of this for them and i hope everyone continues to think positively! i think when zb1 debuts, i'll rebrand the blog to the group but until then we shall remain boysplanetmorelike :) thank you all for a great month and let's look forward to the next 2.5 years of a most likely pretty successful zb1!

"Hey."

Keita looks up at you from where he's sitting, knees hugged loosely to his chest as he leans against the wall of an empty back hallway in Jamsil Stadium. Tears are rolling down his face fairly elegantly and he hurriedly attempts to wipe them away when he meets your gaze.

"Sunbaenim," he greets with a break in his voice. You sit down next to him, mirroring his position as you tuck your knees to your chest. He looks like he wants to say something else, but his eyes water up again before he can get it out. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? There's nothing to be sorry for," you affirm, a sad smile forming on your lips. You try to brighten his spirits a bit by joking, "It's not like you stepped on anyone's shoe again."

Keita laughs through his tears, drying his eyes with the back of his hand again. You can't help but notice how truly exhausted he looks.

"If there's anyone that should be sorry, it's all of us," you say, a gentle hand finding its way to his shoulder. "We'll be missing out on one of the greatest talents here. It's just not fair."

He smiles sadly, shaking his head humbly to dismiss your compliment. "No, no-- thank you, but I don't think I'll be missed by anyone much."

"You'll be missed by me," you say definitively, watching as his eyes widen at your personal sentiment.

You can tell he's not quite sure what to say. "I--... I will?"

You nod, laughing softly at the stunned expression on his face. "Every time I announced another name out there, I was pretty devastated it wasn't yours."

Keita nods slowly. "Oh."

"I really thought for sure you'd make it, Keita. Over the past few weeks, I've been thinking about that solution I came up with for your little dilemma during the First Mission," you continue, trying to keep your heart beating at a steady pace and maintain your cool composure. "And I realized I really wanted you to win."

Keita nods even slower, expression unchanging. "Oh."

You grimace awkwardly at his lack of reaction. "Should I not be saying any of this?"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," he exclaims finally. "I legitimately thought I wasn't awake for a moment. Actually, I'm... I'm still not sure that I am."

A grin spreads across your face, biting your lip to keep from squealing at how cute this boy is being. And to think, you had almost written him off as an evil shoe-stepper forever.

But after he got you those flowers at the Kill This Love evaluation... after you'd run into him at the corner store a week later and he bought your water and ramen for you... after he wore that goddamn adorable red Loverboy bunny hat for his Zoom stage...

"You are," you say. "I promise."

Keita's eyes light up, smiling in absolute awe of his turn in luck. "Really!?"

"Really!"

His brows furrow suddenly, eyes littered with concern. "But... What about Matthew? You said you'd go out with whichever one of us debuted."

"I did say that," you agree, nodding thoughtfully before beaming at him as the solution comes to you. "But I didn't say when that debut had to be."

"Oh my god," Keita whispers after a moment. "I think I fit that criteria."

Your laughter illuminates the empty hallway once more. "I think you do, too!"

"I am a no-good, dirty, rotten shoe stepper though," he counters with a playful smirk.

"Mm," you agree with a nod. "You are. But I've decided I think I actually needed to be humbled like that on national television. I think you were really doing me a favor by tripping me and making me fall on my ass in front of Asia's greatest entertainers."

"You know, you say you're over it, but I'm just not sure if that's the case," Keita says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You smile, punching his arm softly. "I'm just kidding. I'm grateful for the experience though--it's the reason I remembered you! Honestly, I'd consider letting you step on my shoe whenever you want."

Keita's head falls to his hands as he laughs, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks as he looks back up at you. "I might just take you up on that."

You stand up, extending a hand to Keita and helping him up to his feet. He nervously shuffles a bit, smiling shyly at you.

"I'm sorry again that you didn't make your second debut tonight with ZB1," you say, hands clasped together at your waist. "I know it's not nearly as exciting, but... would you be willing to make your second debut as my boyfriend instead?"

Keita's face scrunches up in the most joyful smile. "That was so lame."

"I know, I'm so sorry," you relent, looking up at the ceiling and cringing at yourself.

"It would be an honor," Keita says, nodding as his bottom lip tucks between his teeth.

"HEY ARE YOU GUYS GONNA KISS ALREADY OR WHAT!?" You and Keita are ripped from your moment as a recognizable voice shouts from down the hallway.

Whipping around frantically to see the perpetrator, you groan when the boy making his way toward you comes into view.

"I have to get to my Uber and you guys are blocking the way with your little webtoon-worthy confession scene," Zhang Hao calls, rolling his eyes at you. "So if you're gonna make out or something can you just let me through first!?"

You and Keita glance at each other knowingly before shouting at the same time a familiar phrase:

"ZHANG HAO, I SWEAR TO--."

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