#here to say that I understand Hyejin

[lo1k-diamonds]

Unique 💜 (Part 1)

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon/OC

SUMMARY: After overhearing something he shouldn't have, Namjoon promises to make it up to the bride by keeping her bridesmaid company during the rehearsal dinner party. What was supposed to be an unremarkable night became something so much more.

WORD COUNT: 20.9k

GENRE: strangers to lovers (bonus: Yoongi has a secret)

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: explicit, first meetings, light angst, Namjoon is a communication and consent king, protected sex, oral, fingering/handjob, toys, sapiosexuality, body worship, dirty talk, mouth riding, I think I can say switching (+ BTS being chaotic around RM and making him all embarrassed 😁)

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted there in March 2023)

A.N. Part 1 stands as a one-shot so I'm going to post it here to complement all the snippets from Part 2. I just love this one bad and I'm not even sure I can do it justice in the sequel 😩

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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. ― Khalil Gibran

“When’s the last time you’ve seen her?”

Jimin’s voice echoed in the corridor as the other six men followed him.

“Before the tour, definitely,” Hoseok answered with a grin.

“Right?” Jimin asked, glancing at the others for confirmation.

“She didn’t even wait for us to have a bachelorette party,” Jin whined.

“Of course she couldn’t, she couldn’t wait until the eve of the wedding,” Taehyung scoffed.

“Why not?” Jungkook pouted with a raised eyebrow. They all stopped in front of the apartment door. “It’s what they do in the Hollywood movies, right?”

“She can’t attend her wedding with dark circles and a hangover,” Yoongi scoffed at their silliness. “That’s a Hollywood invention.”

“But she could have waited for us,” Jungkook pouted.

“And deal with BTS at her party?” Hoseok shook his head with a smile.

“Yeah, this is way better, guys,” Namjoon finally intervened. Jimin rang the doorbell. “This way we have a nice drink with her before the big party, and it will be just us remembering old times.”

“That’s right,” Hoseok agreed with a warm smile.

Jimin turned with a grin, “Maybe this is the time she’ll tell us all about the cream incident—”

“Uhhhh, won’t you look at the time—” Yoongi suddenly stammered, turning around with the intention to walk away.

Jungkook and Jin grabbed him, blocking him while everyone smirked. They teased him about it, but it was short-lived. The door opened and they all turned to greet the woman they wanted to meet.

“There’s our bride!”

“Our Hyejin is glowing!”

“Wow, you look so beautiful!”

“So pure and fresh!”

She giggled with a wide grin, pulling her long dark hair behind her shoulders. “I spent the day at the spa,” she boasted, stepping away for them to come in.

They complimented her complexion and radiance for a hot moment before she shooed them over to the living room.

“Wait there, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Namjoon was the last one in, and he stood around while the guys sat on the sofa and chairs in the dining room. Their chat was nice until they noticed Hyejin was taking way too long.

“I’ll go check on her,” Namjoon offered. He was already standing anyway.

“Bring alcohol,” Jimin asked playfully, making the others laugh.

Namjoon grinned and shook his head at their goofiness, but before he could enter the kitchen, he froze.

“We should finish our conversation,” a female voice said. What shocked him was not that he didn’t recognize it, but that it spoke in English.

“No, we should leave it for tomorrow. The friends I grew up with just arrived,” Hyejin’s tone was soft and hopeful. “I would like you to meet them.”

Whoever it was puffed, “I don’t speak Korean, you know that.”

“Angie—”

“Besides, don’t you think you should think about this before getting married?”

Hyejin released a deep impatient breath, “We shouldn’t speak of it right now—”

“It’s in English, they won’t understand anyway,” Angie dismissed dryly.

Hyejin was pressing her lips, “You’d be surprised. Actually—”

“Stop trying to dodge the issue.”

Namjoon took a deep quiet breath, he should probably announce himself before—

“I’m no one's reference in this, Hyejin,” Angie sighed. “But you should obviously find what works for you, not try to fit someone else’s ideal.”

“You say that, but you’re every guy’s ideal.” 

Namjoon’s eyebrows twitched; Hyejin sounded upset. He wondered what they were talking about.

Angie laughed bitterly, “That is so far from the truth!” Unbeknownst to Namjoon, she was shaking her head with a sour smile. “Sure, in theory, every guy wants a girlfriend that enjoys and wants to have sex, but none like it when she has a bigger libido than they do.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows skyrocketed.

“How big exactly are we talking?” Hyejin suddenly perked up. She was very persistent when she wanted to. “No, let’s put a number on it. How many times have you had sex in the last month?”

Angie snickered, “Exactly zero.” 

Hyejin was taken aback for a second, then she nodded, “Of course, you’re single.” 

Angie raised her eyebrows, “That’s not why though…”

“Alright, then how many times did you masturbate in the last month?”

“Month??” Angie’s brown eyes were wide. “How am I supposed to count? Ahm, I guess…”

Namjoon was blushing, he rubbed his face to hide the embarrassment. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but he wasn’t moving. 

“Forget it then. What about… in the last twenty-four hours?”

“Three.”

Namjoon raised his head, that was a fast answer.

“Three?!”

Angie rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, just go and have sex,” Hyejin smirked. “Let’s go out, I'll be your wing woman.”

“It’s not about that,” Angie’s voice was strained. “What I truly crave is intimacy. That’s why once is not enough, the orgasms feel thin as if something is missing. And to have sex, well… You know me, I need to trust the guy, to be able to have a conversation…”

“You’re too picky,” Hyejin had a playful tone.

“And here I was thinking I wanted the bare minimum…”

Hyejin laughed and suddenly gasped. She had crossed the kitchen’s archway to find Namjoon just standing there, out of sight, with his back against the wall. His eyes widened at being caught, his cheeks were red as tomatoes and he opened his mouth to surely stutter an apology.

“I’m going to bed,” the voice from the kitchen said, and Hyejin turned back to look at her best friend.

She glanced at Namjoon for a split second then smiled, “You know I got your back, right?”

Angie smiled, “Of course, and I got yours. You’re right, let’s talk better tomorrow,” she rubbed her face and pulled her sandy-colored hair back. “I’m too tired. At what time for brunch tomorrow?”

“Eleven,” Hyejin smiled after giving Namjoon a stink eye so he would stay where he was.

He was closing his eyes with his lips between his teeth, cursing his stupid curiosity. Hyejin was going to kill him.

“Perfect, I need to sleep my jetlag off. It’s the only hope I have to look like a human being tomorrow.”

Hyejin chuckled at Angie’s playfulness and waved her goodbye. Angie left through the opposite archway to reach the corridor that led to the bedrooms.

Then Hyejin turned to the red elephant in her dining room with a harsh look.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop—”

“I can trust that that conversation will—”

“I’ll take it with me to my grave.”

“And the other guys?”

“Won't ever know about it.”

Hyejin released a deep breath, then eyed Namjoon from head to toe. The instant she saw him she cursed her luck that the only BTS member who was fluent in English was the one who happened to overhear their conversation. But now… maybe that was actually a blessing in disguise.

“Do you really regret it?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yes, of course!” He sounded pleading. “I should have never—”

“Namjoon! Oh—” Jin stumbled on them in surprise, “What is taking you so long?”

Namjoon opened his mouth, not sure of what to say, but Hyejin answered first, “He’s helping me with drinks. Soju?”

“And beer!” Jungkook yelled from the living room.

Jin grinned at the maknae’s request, then turned back to the two of them. “I’ll help—”

“No, Jin oppa, it’s okay,” Hyejin smiled. “I was talking with Joonie…”

Jin’s eyebrows raised, “Well, and I can’t hear it?”

“It’s important,” her tone was sweet as she pouted, and Jin sighed.

“Fine, I’ll leave you two be.”

Jin shrugged and left them, telling the others they’d bring drinks soon. Namjoon and Hyejin were close, it wasn’t weird that she wanted to speak with him alone.

She turned to Namjoon, “Make it up to me. To us.”

He frowned slightly, but then nodded, “Sure. What can I do?”

Hyejin licked her lips but then decided. “I would like it if you could be with Angie at the rehearsal tomorrow night and at the wedding.”

“Be with her?” He repeated, confused.

“Yes. Well, you speak English fluently and I don’t want her to be left alone and uncomfortable.” Hyejin released a deep breath, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I can’t think of anyone else. Truth is I was going to ask you about it tonight anyway.”

“It’s not a lot to ask…” He answered, scratching his chin. “I’m more concerned about the tabloids.”

“It’s my wedding, Joon. No freaking tabloids or media,” her voice was harsh and he immediately regretted mentioning it. He knew how sensitive she was on the subject. “Plus you don’t have to be with her only, stay with the guys too. Just don’t leave her alone.”

He nodded with a small smile, “I can do that, don’t worry.”

She smiled happily with one less worry. “Consider it your wedding gift,” she playfully said, waving at him to follow her into the kitchen. They did need to get drinks.

Namjoon laughed, “No way, we already arranged something else.” His cute dimples were showing and she felt reassured. “Just don’t stress about it.”

She started getting the bottles and cans out of the fridge and putting them on the counter when she suddenly remembered. “Also… I’ll just say it to be sure. Don’t leave her alone with my brother. He has always had a thing for her and I’m afraid of how it could escalate.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows jumped up and a couple of thoughts ran through his mind. A look at Hyejin told him she could read him like an open book, and before he could apologize, Hyejin smacked him.

“Just because she has a big libido, it does not mean she’ll sleep with anyone,” she pointed out with frustration. “My brother included. He’s just a playboy and he’s married. Do not let him get near her, do you understand? He’ll harass her and I don’t want fights at my wedding.”

Namjoon, feeling deeply regretful again for his callous thoughts, just nodded and promised to be good company for Angie over the weekend.

He just didn’t know how to do it. He had never met her, not even seen her. He hoped he would get a glimpse of her before leaving, but throughout the night it was just them and Hyejin. 

He kept playing the words she said in his mind, and he wondered what kind of person she was. She was definitely the type to be good friends with Hyejin, otherwise, she wouldn't be staying at her house or have her request that favor of him. 

His mind was already contemplating how he should approach her: should he apologize, should he give her some advice, should he be her wingman, should he just play it cool? He kept wondering about all those things and by the time he entered the rehearsal dining hall with the rest of BTS the next night, he hadn’t made up his mind.

Hyejin was at the entrance with her fiancé, whom BTS knew well, and they greeted each other.

"So about that track—"

"No work talk at my party please," Hyejin interrupted quickly, making her fiancé smirk and step back from Yoongi.

"Yes, dear."

Namjoon got close to her and hugged her, "You look so beautiful."

She hugged him back closely, and he knew she was nervous and overwhelmed.

"You'll do what I asked you?" She asked with a hint of anxiety in her smile.

"Of course," he assured her with warmth, rubbing her arms once soothingly.

She nodded, "Thank you. She'll be here soon. Just be yourself."

He chuckled and scratched his neck, "About that…"

But he didn't get the chance to ask, as other people arriving pushed them in after a rushed photo with the bride and groom.

From then on it was a mess for a while. Lots of people he knew approached him and the others for a chat, and he couldn’t say no but he wasn't there to talk about work or pamper them. It was a celebration and he had made a promise, he couldn’t disappoint Hyejin and stress her even more.

The guys ended up splitting between the dancefloor, the bar, and their dining table. He ended up grabbing his whiskey and going to his spot on the table by himself. He sat down and sighed; parties were not his thing, and he got tired quickly.

He placed his glass down and then noticed the names on the cards next to him: on one side, Jin, on the other Angie Wagner. He blinked and leaned closer to see it. She'd sit next to him?

"So," a female voice he recognized sounded from behind him and made him turn. "On a scale of one to ten, how much did you understand the conversation last night?"

She pulled the chair to sit down next to him and he just stared. She was sitting in Angie’s spot, and he recognized her voice, so… Angie?

She was wearing a light lilac string dress that fell all the way to the floor. Her sandy blonde hair was braided in a hairdo, letting a few strands fall around her face and neck. Her eyes were brown and shiny, they looked incredibly astute and he suddenly had the feeling he would not be able to hide anything from her.

She raised her thin eyebrows quizzically and he stammered, “I— Well—” For a second he considered pretending he had no idea what she was talking about, but then he gave up on it. “I believe most of it.”

She nodded, “Meaning all of it.”

He pressed his lips and looked down in clear regret, “How did you know?”

“Hyejin can’t lie to save her life. It was obvious she was looking at someone, despite her attempts to deny it.” Angie sighed, looking around at the card names on the table. “And I heard you speaking in English before.”

She waved back at the bar, and he nodded while pressing his lips in nervousness. He guessed she could connect the dots.

“So are you thinking I’m just a promiscuous Western woman or can I still save some face?”

His cheeks were becoming pink, but he chuckled, “I don’t think being Western has anything to do with it. You’re just freer to talk about it in Western countries, which I find a healthy thing." He looked at her, who was just attentively listening to him. Hyejin told him to be himself so he'd risk it. It was only fair after having learned such intimate secrets. “You’d find equally promiscuous women here, they probably just hide it more.”

She pursed her lips, intrigued by his words, but they were interrupted by a waiter with champagne flutes. She took one with a small head bow.

“Besides, if I understood correctly, you’re not that promiscuous.” He pressed his lips, was he really going to talk about this? “Something about having standards…”

She laughed and his dimples appeared. He was flustered and hot, but it was pleasing to speak with someone so earnestly.

“So you did understand everything!” She didn't look mad, she was grinning and sounded playful. “Can you tell that to Hyejin, though? I have a feeling she wants to ‘help me’ somehow when she doesn’t seem to understand the situation.”

His eyebrows puckered, “How does she plan on helping?”

“Something about a guy babysitting me tonight,” she shrugged. “I’m sure she means well, but it’s not how these things work. Although I must admit I’d be bored out of my mind if you weren’t here.”

“How so?” He laughed to take away from his embarrassment, realizing immediately he was the 'babysitter'. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you’d keep that conversation private and now I’m pleasantly surprised that not only are you fluent in English, but you can actually have a conversation. I don’t see a way to be bored now.” He nodded with his warm cheeks marked by his dimples. “And with a bit of luck, I can escape the so-called babysitter. I'm not sure I trust Hyejin's taste in men to meet my standards.”

He tried laughing but it came out dry. Did he understand it right? Hyejin had implied to Angie that they'd… and she didn't trust Hyejin to choose someone, but it was him so—

“Do you want some tiramisu?” She interrupted his thoughts after downing her champagne. He looked at her, confused, and she pointed at the walking dinner on the tables at the other end of the room. “I’m starving.”

He nodded and went with her, grabbing not only tiramisu but also other small bites. He made a judgment call then to keep his mouth shut about being the person Hyejin had chosen to 'babysit' her. That way Angie wouldn't feel imposed on and they could keep chatting amicably.

They went back to the table with their food and continued chatting. Some of the BTS members noticed this.

“Wow, Joon made a friend,” Taehyung pointed out from the dancefloor in surprise.

Jimin turned and gasped dramatically, “Really?! Let’s go meet her—”

Hoseok stopped them both by getting in their way. “Oh no, you don’t. Let him be.”

“But he made a friend, I want to know her too,” Taehyung pouted playfully.

“Guys, he’s talking to a girl,” Hoseok repeated, playing with his eyebrows.

“He talks with girls all the time,” Taehyung pointed out, confused.

“Ohhhh, I see what you mean,” Jimin smirked with a nod.

“What?”

“It’s a wedding weekend, people do crazy things,” Hoseok smiled intently at Taehyung.

“So? Are you implying that our Joonie will sleep with that girl?”

“Joonie will sleep with a girl?!” Jungkook’s shocked gasp came from behind Taehyung and Jimin quickly hushed him.

“Shh, we don’t know that,” he told him, making Jungkook truly puzzled. Why was Jimin shushing him, the music was so loud!

“But he’s so shy, there’s no way—”

“Let’s give him the opportunity,” Hoseok interrupted Taehyung.

“It won’t hurt,” Jimin pointed out.

Jungkook pouted his lips, “It will if she hurts him.”

The other three men shook their heads with a smile. “He’s old enough, let him decide that for himself,” Hoseok pointed out, and the other three agreed.

Namjoon was truly intrigued to be talking with Angie about women's emancipation and the feminine movement. It was a topic he had sought to educate himself about but that he rarely got to talk about. He was interested in learning the perspective of a woman, or should he say a Western woman.

“The thing is that it’s not because I believe in equality that I don’t like things like chivalry or an actual man,” she pointed out with a short deep breath that contained her frustration. “In what dating is concerned, I would like a partner that doesn’t fall into extremes and I feel that’s happening more and more.”

“What kind of extremes?”

“Like the woman is always right and can do no wrong, or women are bitches that don’t accept men for who they are. I’ve seen both, I hate both,” she pointed out cleanly, then shrugged. 

“That really happens?” He asked, surprised while they ate.

“Oh yeah. You try to date for a few months and it just becomes insufferable,” she chuckled, but he could see there was an inch of bitterness. “I truly just want a partner, an equal partner. I believe this to be a good standard, but then none of my friends understand why it’s so hard.”

He nodded, he sort of understood her. He didn’t hope to find someone who could stand by his side easily, and he wasn’t eager to put anyone through that, but if he could choose, he’d prefer to have someone by his side, not beneath or above.

“Like my friends say I expect too much, that I should just date a genius from work.” Her tone was despairing yet scornful. “And it’s precisely why I’ll never ever date any of them. I mean, I know I’m smarter than most, but I don’t want a genius by my side. I don't consider myself a genius, despite popular belief.”

He was looking at her with wide and intrigued eyes. He opened his mouth, then backtracked — there was so much information to unpack there he wasn’t sure about what to ask first.

“Look and behold, Mr. Namjoon,” she opened her arms with a cocky smile as if presenting herself. “You’re talking with the youngest professor of Quantum Physics at MIT.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened even more, “Really? Wow!”

She chuckled, closing her arms again and finally reaching for the tiramisu. “I know, I get that a lot. I'm surrounded by people who are pure geniuses in every sense of the word but lack everything else required for socialization. And me being a woman in the middle of men should sound fun, but it really isn’t.” She sighed, with a spoon of dessert in her mouth. She didn’t look very happy. “Everyone thinks I'm at a buffet, when in reality I wish I could go to a Michelin-star restaurant and have that one gourmet meal.”

She was expecting him to laugh at her analogy, but he nodded with a small smile that overflowed with sympathy.

“I get you… I sometimes feel like the Michelin-star meal, only I’m behind a glass and I can’t interact with anyone.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You consider yourself a Michelin-star meal?”

Her tone was playful but he choked on his spit, blushing a strong shade of red. “That’s a way of speaking,” he tried saying through coughs.

She giggled and tapped his back soothingly, “I’m messing with you.” She waited for him to calm down before taking a deep breath, “That must suck balls.”

He laughed, a bit more relaxed. “It does, and it doesn’t. I know I inspire a lot of people, as they inspire me. That’s why I… you know, Michelin meal—” She was looking at him with a mocking smile, so he coughed to clear his throat. “Anyway. It’s lonely.”

“What do you do?” She asked, cleaning her tiramisu cup with her spoon.

His eyebrows twitched for a second. She didn’t know? She was friends with Hyejin and she didn’t know? Should he not tell her? But she surely knew who he was to Hyejin, so should he tell her?

He licked his lips. Be yourself.

“I’m a music producer.”

She whistled, “Like Hyejin’s fiancé, then?” He nodded. “Right, you must work with her father. I keep forgetting that she comes from a music background.” She laughed to herself. “But anyway, lonely? How can that be?” Her pitch was high again and playful. “I imagine you have at least one girl every day trying to make a move on you to fall in your good graces and get that record deal.”

He laughed awkwardly, “I don’t and I would hate it if I did.”

“Because you’re not into women?”

“Because I’m shy,” he answered quickly and seriously, looking into her eyes. 

Her features slowly lost their teasing glim and sobered. “I wonder about that… you’re talking pretty okay with me.”

He nodded, “There are… reasons for that.”

“Such as?”

“You’re Hyejin’s friend and you don’t want a music deal.”

She laughed giddily, “How do you know? Maybe this is just us scheming or something.”

He couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, “She could get you something just as easily as I could.”

Angie hummed playfully and leaned into him, and he didn’t move away. “But maybe I'd prefer to be associated with the genius Kim Namjoon?”

He held her eyes with a raised eyebrow. He felt hot and proud at her words, which was unusual for him. Normally, he’d be the first to say he wasn’t that big of a deal, he wasn’t that great. He was truly nobody. As the seconds ticked, this truth came to light in his mind. He had to be truthful with her.

“I’m really not that great.” She tilted her head with a smile of who wonders about that. “I’m just a poet,” he added. He tried ignoring the burn on his cheeks, why was that happening? Maybe even that was untrue? “I… I just appreciate art. In all its forms. And try to do something with my thoughts. That’s it.”

He quickly reached for a sip of his whiskey, and then took a deep breath. He felt like he was stammering or vomiting his thoughts without reflection, what the hell was he doing? Why was he oscillating between being relaxed and so freaking nervous?

She smiled warmly, “I’m just teasing you.” She straightened herself and he felt weirdly upset at being able to breathe freely again. “So art. What’s your favorite kind of art? Excluding poetry and music?”

“It’s very difficult to choose,” he confessed. He looked at the table for a moment of absolute focus before answering. “I feel like right after hearing, my eyes are the next sense I rely on. So I’m inclined to say anything visual. Anything that invokes things in me that reflect deep thoughts.”

“Interesting,” she said, creasing her forehead a bit. “Would you say it helps with your music?”

“It definitely does,” he agreed instantaneously. “It has helped me a lot to see my struggles reflected and shaped by the hands of so many artists. To see it given color or texture through other means than sounds, or words.” He smiled, “I could never do it, but I recognize it because our struggle is the same, it’s human. It’s very freeing in a way.”

Angie smiled softly. She was now totally focused on the man in front of her, sitting turned to him and supporting her head on her hand.

“I wish I knew more about art,” she confessed. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he looked away with a smile. He was shy, she could see that. But he was also very intriguing, definitely the best kind of surprise that night or trip could offer her. She wondered if he understood what she meant to imply with her words.

“It’s an infinite subject. Even I am still learning about it after years of interest,” his smile was kind. He licked his lips and looked at her again, “I could show you a few things.”

Her lips curved immediately, “I’d like that.”

And he pressed his, looking away again. “I went to Europe once to do a tour around many museums.” He turned to her with a smile, “I was in Switzerland for a few days and visited so many exhibitions, then Paris too. I can show you pictures if you’d like.”

She smiled, “That sounds nice. I would have loved to see it myself.”

He sighed, “Yeah. I couldn’t see everything I wanted, I didn’t have the time. I wish I could just go and spend a month or two there, really take in the places. The cultures, they’re so close to each other, but they’re so different. I hiked Mount Rigi last time, but there’s still so much to see in the Swiss Alps, and also in other countries.” 

He was so invested in sharing his thoughts his eyes were shining. They were close now and he didn’t mind, quite the opposite. He was normally quiet with his entourage about such things, but with her, he felt accepted. She wasn’t scorning or being derisive, she was drinking his words out of interest for new things.

“You should go and do it. Take time off, pause, and do what you truly want to do.” Her tone was serious. “Life is short. Everyone always told me I’d have to fight tooth and nail to get somewhere, and that I’d get there in my old age. Well, I’m nearly thirty and I feel like I’ve reached that place already. And it sucks,” she shrugged in sorrow, reaching for her drink. “It should feel fulfilling, but it’s empty. I look behind me and see what I’ve missed, what I sacrificed. I realize I’ve won the race, but there’s really nothing to celebrate. And for as much as I may have gained, I became fearful of heights. Because now that everyone knows my potential, everyone would be disappointed if I didn’t meet the quota for just one day. And then… the real loneliness would start.”

A hint of sorrow passed through her features quickly before she downed another champagne flute, and he just nodded solemnly.

“There must be something to celebrate. Though… the responsibilities… they follow us,” he said quietly. “Even if I wanted to pause and go, it’s just not possible.”

“I’m telling you it has to be, Namjoon.” Her eyes were shining, but she didn’t hide them away. “There has to be more to life than grinding, burning out, and chasing the idea of success.” She put her glass down, “I keep convincing myself that this is what I wanted, that it was an opportunity all along, that I’m doing something great with myself, but am I?” She seemed to contain her tears of frustration. “I mean sure, there is an importance to what I’m doing. to what we’re doing. I’m teaching and shaping young minds, and I’m involved in projects that will advance our technology and understanding of the universe significantly. You’re doing music people love and inspiring them, like you said. Surely, all of it has meaning. But then why do I feel spent?”

She looked away with an anxious breath and her eyes fell on Hyejin laughing at the entrance of the party. That was what happiness looked like.

Her eyes turned back at him and his serious expression. She chuckled, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bothering you with my existential conundrums.”

“Not at all, I feel like… we’re different, but similar in many ways.”

She looked at him and they stayed in silence for a moment. The party and music were developing all around them while they found some sort of empathy in each other’s existence.

“Maybe,” she acceded, with softening eyes. Her lips curved gently, “It’s not every day I get to talk about this.”

He was going to ask why but he never did.

“Ahh!” A yell sounded from behind them that had them both turn. The beautiful and glowing Hyejin placed her hands on their shoulders with a smile that could rival the sun. “I’m so happy you found each other!” Namjoon smiled politely, but Angie was furrowing her brow quizzically. Hyejin squeezed her shoulder, “See, I told you you would like him.”

“What do you mean?”

Namjoon opened his mouth, but Hyejin spoke first. “Well, I know you didn’t want a ‘babysitter’, but I chose the best as your company.”

Angie’s eyebrows jumped as her features changed just a little. She smiled with a hint of bitterness, “Indeed.”

Angie cursed herself mentally as she tried not to give her thoughts away. She should have figured the ‘babysitter’ would be the same guy who eavesdropped, though she had thought more than one of her friends would speak English fluently, hence they could have been different people. Honestly, she just wanted to make sure he’d stay quiet about what he heard, but maybe the fact that he was cute and interesting clouded her judgment. Maybe she did have unattainable standards, she didn’t seem to be that bright herself if she was going to let something so simple happen right under her nose.

Her eyes shifted from Hyejin when she was called away to Namjoon, who was looking worried. That was guilt, wasn’t it? He knew about it, he just played dumb. He could have told her he was the guy Hyejin wanted her to meet, but he decided not to probably because he wasn’t interested and didn’t want to embarrass her. Well. She still was.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Hyejin smiled, seeing she couldn’t avoid whatever problem was calling for her.

As soon as she left, Angie dragged her chair back as Namjoon spoke. “I can explain.”

“A bit too late for that,” her voice was stoic as she got up. “If you’ll excuse me.”

She turned to leave without a second thought. That was freaking embarrassing, and utterly disappointing. Maybe she got too tipsy and confident? Maybe. Either way, she never had to speak with him again, so—

“Wait.”

She glanced at him, surprised he had followed her out of the party to the elevator lobby of the hotel, but she didn’t stop. She pressed the button to call the elevator.

And he stopped next to her, “Wait.” He swallowed, and she finally glanced at him. She was showing no emotions on her face and it twisted his stomach even more. “I didn’t know what to say. The way you spoke of it made me feel like it was something bad.”

“Bad?” She knew she wasn’t tipsy, she just had to respond to such a silly idea. “I told you I would never be bored with you, how is that bad?”

“It isn’t.”

“Then why not tell me?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you. That’s why I chose to be the other guy. I wanted to be the guy you chose to come and find and chat with, not the one Hyejin asked to babysit you and that you didn’t want to meet.”

She stepped inside the elevator, pressed floor seven, and then looked at him. She looked confused and hurt and he just stood there waiting for her to say something.

“I guess you’re neither now.”

The elevator doors started closing and he felt a rush. Time slowed, he had a decision to make. He never got to be with someone who understood him. He was always afraid of the backstabbing and image issues, everyone was watching, and it was too risky to do anything. Everything relating to dating had been relegated to the last spot on his priority list, the furthest corner of his mind and heart. But right there he could reach for something that resembled what he always wished he could experience.

So he stepped inside at the last second, squeezing through the doors. Her eyebrows jumped in surprise.

“But I could be both,” he finally said.

The elevator started moving and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. He tried not to feel disheartened. For the first time, she was looking incredibly cold and unapproachable, and it saddened him.

“Explain.”

Despite her detached tone, he felt alive. “I could be the guy you came to find and that stuck around you because you’re interesting and captivating.”

Her lips twitched in skepticism, “You don’t have to work that hard, Mr. Kim Namjoon. I know Hyejin told you to look after me, but I’m going to my room where I’ll be perfectly safe by myself.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’m speaking the truth.” 

“Are you? You haven’t exactly been the most truthful.”

He pressed his lips and looked down — that hit him. Hyejin had told him to be himself and lying was not something he ever did. Being dishonest was not like him, and it felt off. 

Angie exited the elevator without another word and Namjoon followed her all the way until she reached for a card to unlock her room door.

“Then let me,” he asked. She entered her room. “Let me be truthful.”

She stopped and turned to him. She was holding the doorknob in her hand and the doorway was the line separating them. She considered his words for a moment, then nodded. It couldn’t hurt to hear him out, she already felt humiliated as it was.

“I’m not just a producer,” he said, and she frowned very lightly. He was sure then she truly didn’t know who he was. “I’m an idol. Do you know what that is?”

“People that sing and dance and are idolized by teenagers?” She seemed confused.

He grimaced, “You get the gist.” He sighed, “We are very well known, so our lives are scrutinized and it gets lonely.”

She shifted the weight on her legs, “So that’s why you’re here? Because you’re lonely?”

He let out a tense breath. “I’m here because you are enticing. Your words, your mind. You’re so captivating I could just talk to you all night to learn your ideas about everything the world has to offer.”

“You want to chat?”

He opened his mouth, unsure about what to say. She removed her high heels and threw them inside, then heaved a deep breath.

“I don’t know what to think of you right now.” She admitted, then shrugged. “I figured you didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to give me the impression you were interested in that way, and that’s fine. But then why follow me here?” He became flustered, and she just shook her head. “You’re worried about me complaining to Hyejin? I won’t. Are you feeling guilty? You’re forgiven. Let’s just forget about all of this—”

“That’s not it,” he managed to get out.

“Then what is it?”

He opened his mouth and fought his words multiple times until he just let go. “I don’t want it to end.”

“What?”

“Our talk. Our interaction. You said you didn’t get to talk about these things, well, I don’t either. And it’s so much more interesting because you’re not a musician or an artist, and yet we feel things in the same way,” he closed his fist as if he could grab the moment, then threw it down. Was he conveying the message properly? “What I mean is that there’s a potential for a unique connection, for a unique moment. I want to seize it, just like I want to go to Europe and hike the Swiss Alps. Like you said I should. Just pause and do what I really want to do.”

She observed him in silence for a moment as she went over what he said.

“But why didn’t you tell me before? You could have just said it.”

His cheeks warmed up, “You seemed to imply that Hyejin chose someone to… to sleep with you. I didn’t want to scare you away, so I thought it would be best not to mention it.”

Her eyebrows puckered in confusion, “But whatever reason Hyejin uses to choose you has nothing to do with you, you could have still just said it.”

He smiled and rubbed his face, he was embarrassed but sort of happy. “You’re right, I should have.”

She wasn’t smiling. “All of this just because you don’t want to sleep with someone; just say it next time and avoid the trouble.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” she groaned mutely. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”

“No, that’s not it.”

She raised an impatient eyebrow, “I got it wrong again?”

“Yes,” he said confidently, which intrigued her.

“Explain it to me then.”

“I never said I didn’t want to sleep with you.” He didn’t know where he got the courage to say those words, but maybe it was because he didn’t want any more misunderstandings. Her eyebrows jumped. “I said I didn’t want to pressure you, I said I didn’t want our talk to end, I said I followed you because you’re enticing. I said I didn’t want to scare you away. I didn’t want you to think anything we were doing was coming from a place of 'she's just promiscuous and we'll sleep together anyway'.”

Her lips twitched as she tried to deduce something. “Then…”

“I wanted it to just be genuine,” he shrugged. “If you were interested and I was interested, then cool.”

“Are you interested?”

He smiled despite looking at the floor, “I followed you all the way here, didn’t I?”

She blinked as her features morphed into surprise and realization. “You did.”

He gave her a moment before asking, “Are you? Interested?”

She finished her line of thought in which she decided she no longer had reasons to feel embarrassed. His lie had come from a good place, and although she disliked feeling deceived, she was willing to forgive him.

“I am.”

They stared at each other with a lighter atmosphere. He felt warm and sort of happy, but he didn't want to push anything. He was happy they sorted things out. It didn’t feel awkward or anything, he just didn’t feel any need to rush it.

“That’s… that’s good,” he smiled. “Then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not coming in?” She asked almost in surprise. He was confused and she turned around to enter the room. “Only if you want to, of course.”

She dropped her handbag on a chair and turned to see him still in the same place. He had his hands on the doorframe as if stopping himself, and she just raised her eyebrows. He looked down, but dropped his hands and entered the room, closing the door softly behind him.

She smiled, “I’d offer you a drink,” she opened the mini-fridge. “But I don’t want us to get drunk.”

He was smiling too, he felt lightheaded. “That’s okay.”

“How about a coke?”

“Sounds good,” he agreed, accepting it from her.

She also opened a can and sat on the bed with her legs bent by her knees. 

"Didn't you have something to show me?" She asked, then took a sip. He just stared at her. "Photos of your trip?"

"Right!"

He pulled his phone out of his slack pocket and sat next to her. She leaned in to check his phone, but her eyes quickly moved to what risked captivating her more than any work of art he could show her. That tight dark blue suit made his shoulders look broad and firm. He was taller than her, even in heels, and he looked pristine and lean under all that haute couture. She could of course appreciate a man that could talk well and look good, but to find a devoted artist and poet under all that was… like straight out of movies or novels. 

She nodded and listened to his explanations about the art pieces and exhibitions attentively. He was light and free when speaking of such things, and she could not see an idol or famous person. He was too real, too grounded, too connected with his inner self to appear shallow and superficial. She didn’t have enough of that in her life, she was always with people who were analytical, cynical, and skeptical, much like she was. That fresh outlook on life, on a human’s soul, on feeling was so touching she wanted to interact with him just to know what it was like.

He was explaining this painting of a fallen angel and the catharsis and redemption themes in it when she got up from bed to put their empty cans away.

“What do they say? To be able to fly you have to learn how to fall?”

He eyed her from head to toe, with her back turned to him, and nodded quietly. He never thought a physics genius could be so empathetic and understanding. She had a caring soul that transpired in every single comment, even when she was rational about the themes he was trying to explain. He felt like she could be an anchor, a defined line around his countless smudges of color. He should feel contained, maybe underestimated, but instead, he felt elevated. He felt like they were mutually showing the other how they perceived life, and it was incredibly unique. He knew that could happen after a few minutes with her, but now after maybe more than one hour, he was completely certain.

“It’s getting late,” she commented and he nodded, putting his phone down.

“You’re right, we need to get some sleep for the actual wedding tomorrow,” he got up with a gentle smile.

“Would you help me with my hair?” She asked, then turned around. “They put so many pins in, could you take them off?”

“Sure,” he immediately acquiesced, throwing his phone on the bed and nearing her. But then he pressed his lips, eying the braided hairdo. “I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

“You won't, don’t worry about it. You should be able to see them pretty well.”

He was still eying her hair nervously, but it was true he could see the black hairpins among her blonde threads. So he risked it and reached for the first one very slowly. He gained more confidence as time passed and they had a few giggles when a few proved too stubborn to come out on the first try. 

Then suddenly her braid fell over her back and his smile dropped. He was incredibly close to her, he could smell her orchid perfume perfectly. Her skin looked smooth and delicate, the line of her neck was a feminine invitation. Her hair was beautiful and soft and now he didn’t have an excuse to touch it anymore.

She pulled her braid over her shoulder to open it and pass her fingers through it quickly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Their voices were both low and warm as they eyed each other. She was wondering what she could do to give him a hint, whereas he was fighting his urges. He shouldn’t go too fast and she hadn’t expressed clear consent, so—

She suddenly grimaced and pressed her neck, and he spoke without thinking, “Are you tense?”

She nodded but immediately closed her eyes, her senses overcharged. His fingers were pressing and gently massaging her tired muscles, first on her neck, then her shoulders and spine. Her lips parted in absolute satisfaction at his dexterous hands, could he get any better?

Eventually, his fingers slowed in rhythm and stopped and she turned her head to the side, “Don’t stop.”

Her tone was low and pleading and he looked at her profile with his hands still on her delicate shoulders. She was truly beautiful, like a nymph out of a painting from the masters. He was inevitably attracted by her elegant curves, her dainty lines echoing everything in him from desire to devotion. He felt like any of those foolish men who would wish to lose themselves in the purity and nurturing embrace of such an ethereal creature, and he had to take a deep breath to catch himself.

She turned around and their foreheads connected as he swallowed. He was heartily eager to have her despite knowing that he could lose himself and disappear, just like Hylas once had in that ancient myth.

She touched his jaw gently and leaned in slowly, and he let her. Their lips touched and brushed briefly, and his breath hitched. He was immediately curious and chased her lips so he could feel her better. Her kiss was just as delicate as her and he was filled with this want to discover more, to know more, to partake, to dive in.

His hands were supporting her neck and jaw when she pulled away just enough to speak. “Are you comfortable continuing this?”

He almost chuckled; he was sensible enough to just smile, “Yes.” His tone was sure. “Are you?”

Her hands moved over his shoulders, “Oh yes. Yes.”

She leaned to capture his lips again and he smiled through their kiss, so incredibly happy that he would have the opportunity to touch her, to kiss her. 

He of course wanted more than that and as their kiss built up, he started losing his grip. Their kisses were sloppy as their tongues played, his body was spiking with heat at her hands exploring his chest and pulling his blazer off to firmly squeeze his shoulders. His hands which had been respectfully on her waist became curious and decided to palm her curves. Those sensual curves that the dress failed to express vividly enough, thankfully. 

She reached for his belt and he swallowed, trying to catch his breath as she kissed his cheek. That was happening, he thought. He looked at her, whose brown eyes were shining with desire while she breathed heavily. He had one second to decide before—

Her hand entered his pants and he closed his eyes, feeling her explore his erection. She was observing his reaction; she found the right angle and pulled his hard-on out. He was utterly absorbed in the sensation of her gripping him firmly and she wondered for a split second if it was genuine. He looked like a thirsty man who had just found an oasis, and she would think this odd if he was a famous idol that millions of people desired.

His hands pushed her to sit on the bed gently. He kneeled on the bed by her side and she eyed him. That man was the reincarnation of Adonis, there was no doubt in her mind about it.

“Can I touch you?”

Her features softened, “You have to touch me.”

His hands grabbed her lilac dress that covered her legs and pulled it up anxiously. She helped him do it all the way to her waist before she leaned back with him half over her. He reached her lips as his hands traced her legs, and the higher he went the more she started losing grip. Still, before he could touch her, she reached for his erection again to pump him gently. He grunted quietly and she smiled slyly, incredibly proud that she could make him sound like that.

Quickly a sigh was escaping her lips when his fingers reached her center over her panties. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d be able to get that and more out of her.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered against her lips, descending then to her neck. 

Her hand on his erection was making it hard to process, but his fingers quickly pulled her panties aside to feel her and damn. She was so wet and ready that his cock twitched. She moaned quietly with his touch exploring her folds and core, and he felt it in her neck as he kissed it. She would surely make the most beautiful music for him if he played her correctly, and he intended to.

His fingers reached her clit to rub it gently and she gasped, completely frozen by it. He pulled away enough to observe her expression with agape lips, squinted eyes, and knitted eyebrows.

“Like that?” He asked, his voice tense.

She looked up at him, an expression of pleasure so sensual he had a hard time thinking. 

“Yeah,” she sighed and restarted moving her hand. 

His fingers were too fucking good, or maybe she was just that turned on. Her core was clenching around nothing despite the simple gesture of his digits, but she knew it was more than that. He was an attractive and attentive man observing her through desirous but respectful eyes. Like she was worthy of his praise, attention, and care, and that adoration was really spiking it up for her.

So she tried making it last by focusing on her hand on his erection. It had been a while since she had last done that, but what mattered was reading his cues. He preferred a firm grip instead of light, he preferred the tip instead of broad all-encompassing movements, and he preferred slower and intense movements rather than fast and light. Soon he grunted and she smiled yet again.

“That feels very good,” he managed to get out with closed eyes.

“I’m glad,” she whispered.

They had reached a balance and they could see it in each other’s eyes. So when her lips curved in a playful smile, so did his.

Then he grunted mutely at the view of his hand between her legs. He was imagining what she would feel like, but there was nothing better than finding out. His fingers slipped in and she moaned.

“You’re so tight and warm,” his voice strained at the thought of replacing his fingers with his twitching cock.

She was pulsating around his fingers, “Imagine how comfortable you’d be… inside me.”

He looked at her, and she was already eying him back. Her expression tensed when he reached his thumb over her clit, her jaw clenched. She couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed, every single touch of his felt better than the one before and she would melt for him every time he would like her too. 

Suddenly he looked down at her hand on his dick with thin lips. “Do we have condoms?”

She tried thinking rationally for a second, then cursed under her breath. “I don’t.”

She felt irritation spring from deep inside her chest, that was very stupid of her. She couldn’t have known she would meet someone interesting and get involved with him, but fuck should she be better prepared just in case she did.

She took a deep breath, “Don’t worry about it right now, we can have fun in other ways.” She smiled playfully to ease him, but quickly his fingers reached somewhere deep inside her that stole her breath. “Is that okay?”

“That’s okay…”

He was sad he wouldn’t be able to feel her all the way as he intended, but that was for the best. He was already out of his mind, excited that all of that was happening anyway.

He hardened his movements and leaned on her neck, “I want to know what you sound like.”

She tried repressing a moan, his rough movements on her were making it very challenging. “If you keep doing that you’ll find out soon enough.”

He smirked at her teasing and decided to go rougher, though not faster. He instantly knew he made the right choice because her hand on him became sloppy as if forgotten, and her legs started spreading as if to give him more space. He prioritized his thumb over her clit in wide rough circles and her waist started bucking. He pulled away to look at her and surely enough she was close to falling apart. 

She looked at him through puckered eyebrows almost pleadingly and he licked his lips, wishing for nothing but the moment when it would happen. Suddenly she gasped and arched her back, then a roll of moans echoed from deep inside her throat. He fucked her with his fingers, completely absorbed by the sensual sounds her beautiful self was producing, and when she calmed down, he couldn’t contain his pride. He made her fall apart, he played her correctly and created that music through her. He felt honored and happy and extremely turned on, and she knew it because she immediately tightened her grip on his dick and hastened the movements.

“Did you like it? How I sound when I come?”

He opened his eyes which had closed momentarily to look at her pink cheeks and shiny eyes. She looked satisfied and hungry at the same time. His lips pulled — nymph was the right word for her.

“Definitely, yes,” he groaned quietly.

“I know you did,” she smiled and looked down. He was covered with precum, it was the perfect lube for her hand. “Have you wondered what I taste like?”

He blinked, his brain freezing for a second, and then he moved the hand covered in her slick still in her core. He could find out.

But she quickly stopped him, “No.” His hand stopped, though his mouth was open and waiting. “Not yet, you can find out after.”

“After?”

“After.”

Then she reached for his glistening hand and guided it to her mouth. She licked his wet fingers and sucked on them all while she kept pumping him. 

He groaned. “Is it good?” He asked, completely beside himself.

She chuckled, “You’ll find out in a minute.”

“I will?”

She smiled teasingly, still playing with his fingers and her tongue. “If I’m lucky.”

He groaned through a smile; he wanted to lick her and find out. He wanted to discover everything tonight.

“Where do I come?”

She smiled, “Make my hands messy.”

He looked down at her hands on him, on his tip and base working on him perfectly, then at her body, her lean legs, female curves, the line of her chest in between her modest cleavage, and then at his hand on her chin, now fully cleaned as she looked at him with hunger. He felt a prickle of embarrassment, she was looking at him making faces, but she looked absolutely invested. He dared think she was really into him, that a beautiful nymph like her would look at him twice and be interested in his pleasure, and that pushed him over. The thought of being with her and her wanting to be with him was enough to make him grunt deeply and pop. He grabbed her hands around him so he could slide in them pleasurably as his warm cum collected there and dripped on the sheets. 

When he finished, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He didn’t see her smile, nor was he bothered when she got up and went to wash her hands in the bathroom, he just sighed. That felt good, being there was good. He craved that satisfaction though he very rarely attained it. He sighed again.

She came back and laid on the bed again, prompting him to do the same. Their breaths were normal now, but whereas he was still processing, she was smiling playfully.

“Not having condoms sucks,” she puffed and he nodded. “But we can still have fun.”

He adjusted the pillow under him, wanting so much for that to be so when he suddenly gasped.

He got up and reached for his wallet in his blazer on the floor, and opened it. It took some effort, but very safely hidden was a wrapper that he waved victoriously. 

She grinned, “Good job! That’s a nice party trick.”

He smiled in embarrassment, “I didn’t even remember about it, it’s been there since—” His voice died when he turned the wrapper around, and then he closed his eyes.

“What?” She asked, curious. She sat up and took it from him since he wasn’t reacting, and when she saw it, she fell on the bed and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t!”

He was blushing in embarrassment, “It’s really been there for years, I don’t even remember when I put it there…”

She was still laughing, “Clearly! I mean, how long do condoms stay good? Five years?”

He tried taking it from her by leaning on her, “Well, we don’t have to use it, forget I—”

She hid it between her hand and her chest and raised her eyebrows, “Are you joking? Using an expired one is better than nothing, we’re using it.” Her voice was so firm he stopped in his tracks. “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“I want to,” he breathed immediately, eying her under him. He didn’t even realize he was shamelessly admitting to wanting her that badly, he was just enamored by the sight of her smiling teasingly.

“Then we have that to look forward to,” she smiled, putting it aside on the bed before raising her hands to feel his torso through his shirt. “How tired are you?”

“Not tired,” he murmured.

She grinned and her hands reached his back, “How fast do you recover?”

His cheeks warmed up wildly, “I… it depends…”

“Tonight. How much can I hope to have from you?”

Her hands on him mixed with her words were making him hot and unable to think. “I don’t know, it’s been a while since I… needed to perform like that.”

Her smile softened, “Let's find out together then. For now… I want to strip you.” His eyes roamed down her lilac dress for a second before trailing back up to find her tongue between her teeth. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” 

She sat up, forcing him to move out of the way. Every yes of his sounded like a sigh, almost like happiness or relief for her having taken the initiative. She had no problems with that, but she would love it if he would relax. Maybe he would as they got comfortable.

Being naked always meant a significant amount of vulnerability and they were both aware of that. They kissed slowly while comfortably sitting in bed as they helped each other take off each piece of clothing at their own rhythm. He took most of his off first, starting with his waistcoat, shirt, inner tee shirt, then his slacks but not without getting rid of his shoes and socks first. She giggled when he made his shoes flip in the air with how fast he tried taking them off, and he smiled at her. He laid back down in bed and traced her uncovered legs. She still had her dress on and he pecked her cheek almost reverently before asking, “Where’s the zipper?”

She smiled, he was so cute. “On the back.”

She got up from the bed and turned her back so he could take care of pulling the zipper all the way down. He traced her back skin softly as he guided the strips to fall from her shoulders, then contoured the bands of her bra.

“Can I take it off?”

“I was hoping you would.”

He unhooked the hook quickly and traced her skin again slowly, this time leaning in to nuzzle it softly as he pulled everything off. She felt goosebumps all over, a wave of warmth invading her as she forgot how to breathe. He was so delicate and reverent that she felt like the most precious person he ever touched, and she was into that. It turned her on like crazy to be treated adoringly and he was hitting all the right keys.

She turned to him so he could push her strapless bra off and fully lay her bare, and he didn’t disappoint. He gently pulled it off along with the dress that fell to the floor, and his eyes roamed her body hungrily. She was so beautiful and elegant that he was totally hypnotized. 

He didn’t ask for permission and just dove for her chest, lowering himself to reach those wonderful perky nipples and take one in his mouth and another in his hand. He truly didn’t know how long his body would take to react or how he would perform, but he was happy that just seeing her naked immediately pumped him up. He sat on the bed and pulled her by the waist to continue the ministrations of his tongue, lips, and teeth on her chest while she moaned breathlessly and petted his hair. His hands lowered to the small of her back, then to her ass and he squeezed, feeling his hard dick throb inside his trunks. That was the finest offering he could ever have had and he wanted it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her in between switching nipples in his mouth, with wet traces and suckling sounds. His hands squeezed her asscheeks again, making her moan. “So beautiful. I need to have you,” he admitted, tracing his hands to pull her panties down.

His lips descended to her stomach before his hands pulled her to support her knees on either side of him. Suddenly, though, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her so he could lay her in bed under him. She giggled when her hair splayed over the bed and she looked down at him.

“It looks like you’re ready again,” she pointed out.

He didn’t need to look at the tent in his trunks. “I am, but I want to taste you first.”

Her lips pulled in amusement as he leaned to trail down her body with kisses, focusing on her mound and inner thighs to her delight. She was trembling involuntarily when his lips brushed hers and she squirmed in both want and shyness. He licked her across her slit, taking in her flavor, then he chuckled, unsurprised.

“Of course, you’d be delicious too,” he muttered before getting down to business.

Angie moaned breathlessly and more and more as his tongue circled her clit. Her eyes were closed as she gripped the sheets, so completely focused on what he was doing. She cursed herself for having had one orgasm already because that would make it harder right now for him. He didn’t look like he wanted to give up, but she didn’t want to tire him.

“You’re so sexy,” he still encouraged her, which invariably kept on melting her. “Make that sound again,” he asked as he suckled on her clit. 

She did the sound he wanted but gritted her teeth. She was needy. “I want you,” she asked, as soon as she could breathe.

He smiled with glistening lips as he used two fingers to feel her tightness. “That’s a good idea… I was hoping to make you come first, though…”

God, he was so freaking adorable she couldn’t handle it. “Give me a second.”

She reached to stop his hand and gently move him away, and he let her. She got up and reached for something in her bag — a black cloth bag. She grabbed it and then threw it on the bed.

“What’s this?” Namjoon reached to grab it and immediately figured it out. “Oh, I see.”

She hopped on the bed next to him. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she pleaded, suddenly worried. He looked let down despite his smile. “You’ll get me there, but since I already had an orgasm, you’ll probably lose the ability to move your jaw and you might need it tomorrow.” He chuckled at the way she put it and she felt confident in touching him again. “You were doing it wonderfully though,” she smiled, looking down. “And I’m more than happy to return the favor.”

He pressed his lips, “That’s— Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

She smiled and reached for the vibrator, “You in my mouth will be the exact thing to make me come. So will you?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Would you… let me blow you while I pleasure myself?” He raised his eyebrows further in surprise. “I mean, you can of course control the toy if you want, I just mean… that would turn me on and push me to come.”

“I can use my fingers,” he seemed to think out loud.

She tilted her head, “You can if you think you can focus on two things at once.”

“Fair point,” he chuckled again. “Multitasking is not my thing.”

She bit her lip, “Actually, if you would be into it, you could fuck my mouth.” His mouth opened. “I mean, you know, only if you’re into that.”

“I’m into that, I…” he rubbed his face to clear out his surprise. “You just keep on surprising me.”

“In a bad way?” She asked, fearful.

“No, in a good way.” He reached for her hand, “We’re actually talking about what we want and expect before doing anything, which is great.”

She smiled, “I agree. It’s… very easy to talk to you, in fact.” She looked at their hands, then at the tent in his trunks. “And it doesn’t kill your mood, which is so refreshing,” she admitted. “I love it when I can communicate what I want and like without feeling like everything is ruined.”

He chuckled, “You almost got me… but you want to include me, so that’s okay.”

“What do you mean? Almost killed your mood?”

“Yeah…” He shrugged, “When the girl you’re with seems to prefer a toy to you, I mean…”

“Wow, are you crazy?” She jumped to her knees. “I’m freaking done with toys, so done,” her tone was laced with exasperation and he smirked. She was getting on his lap and he supported her waist to sit there. “I’m one hundred percent into you,” she underlined her words softly, lacing them with want. 

Now straddling his lap, they were close and personal. She grabbed his erection through the cloth to position it so it would rub on her nicely as she moved her hips. She had to lean back and support herself on her other hand, making her a sinful view. 

He was supporting her waist while eating her with his eyes and drinking her soft moans before she sat back up. He then dove on her chest again, ravishing the flesh in range of his mouth while she moved her waist to grind his cock so slowly and gently, but enough to help him draw those lustful moans out of her. 

She gripped his hair, “Did you feel how wet I was?” He hummed while flicking his tongue on her nipple. “Then you know how much you turn me on.”

The more she moved her hips, the crazier she became with the thought of that hard cock inside her. His mouth on her chest was not making it easier.

“Fuck, I want to ride you.”

He hummed, “You want a lot of things.”

She giggled, “I do, it’s all your fault.” She bit her lip strongly and then decided to push him to lay back on the bed with her over him. “Take some responsibility, Namjoon.”

He smiled, “I will. Tell me what you want.”

She was lying completely on him and straddling his cock now felt even better. She moaned over his lips, “Stay like that and let me ride you until I come on your cock.”

He groped her hips to help her move, “That sounds doable.”

She grinned, then reached for the condom. “I hope you can resist because it’s up to you how much we can get done.”

He chuckled, “You’re giving me too much responsibility.”

“I know, I’ll try my best to make it easy for you,” she sassily said, getting off him. He removed his trunks so she could cover him with the condom. “Feel free to tell me if I feel so good you’ll burst,” she added with a sly smile, before moving onto his lap again.

“You’re very confident,” he teased, supporting her on top of him again.

She leaned on him and aimed his cock inside her, “Oh, I am.” She made it a point to take him in slowly and in stages all while nuzzling his nose and seeing his reactions. His lips were agape and eyes closed, and with every inch, his nails sank on her hips. “How long has it been since you felt a tight cunt around you?” He was trying not to groan and it rilled her up. “All dripping just waiting for you to force yourself in?” Her voice was taunting, but laced with lust. “When was the last time you had a woman like me riding your hard cock?”

He bottomed out and she could feel him twitching inside her, which had her taking deep breaths to stay calm. The fact that she was the person getting to fuck him egged her on. That sexy, interesting, and sensible guy was a treasure that she was more than willing to have.

“I can’t recall,” he admitted, panting. “But I certainly never had one with a mouth as sassy as yours.”

She giggled as he smiled. She nuzzled his nose, “I gave you a chance to fuck this sassy mouth.”

“It’s still in my plans,” he admitted, finally looking at her.

“Perfect. Now let me milk you right,” she whispered sensually before adjusting her angle to move.

He was so deep inside her that by controlling her hips reaching an orgasm would be a piece of cake. That dirty talk with him had totally turned her on and him stretching her where it counted was taking her there.

“You feel so good,” he let out, still gripping her hips as if ready to stop her at any moment.

“I know,” she cooed, kissing his cheek. “How lucky are you that I’m riding you right now?”

“Very lucky,” he breathed.

“Very fucking lucky indeed,” she groaned, biting his cheek softly. “Will you give me your cum?”

“Oh yes.”

She cursed, grinding her clit in an angle that would get her there before she fell apart in moans over his mouth. He focused on feeling her around him, taking deep breaths to take in that sensation without letting it unfocus him. Then he hugged her body and kissed her when she searched for his lips. She was blushing and glowing and it filled him with pride to see her smile.

“See how into you I am?”

He chuckled and stayed calmly in place, letting her recover from her high.

“How much would you like to fuck me right now?” She was pecking his jaw and eying him with mischief.

“A lot,” he admitted, nodding his head in confirmation.

“I do deserve it after riding you so well, no?” She nibbled on his neck and he stretched while grabbing her asscheeks.

“Oh yes, absolutely.” He couldn’t stop smiling as if he had hit a jackpot.

She bit his earlobe before sitting up and getting off him. They both noticed how absolutely covered in slick he was, and then she got all fours.

“Show me how much I deserve it,” she asked sensually, moving her blonde hair over her shoulder. He sat up and touched her hanging boobs. “Hmm, show me how much you appreciate being able to fuck me.”

He leaned to kiss her as he groped her breasts, making her puff in between their kisses, then he moved to get behind her. He groped her asscheeks, spreading them for him, and licked his lips. She looked so fucking good, like a temptation, and he wanted to bury himself balls deep.

He aimed his cock at her core and slid in quickly, grunting with the sensation. She was so tight it caused an electric wave to go up and down his spine. He moved his hips a few times and shuddered, trying to collect himself.

“Are you ready to admit I was right?”

Her tone was mocking, but he only grunted, “I can admit that you deserve a nice pounding.”

She chuckled at the way his voice was tense and his nails sank on her hips. “If you want to spank me, you can.”

He leaned in and kissed her back with a smile on his lips, “Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“Aren’t you very lucky?” He smacked her ass, making a thin moan escape her throat. “Does it change anything?” He eyed her as he fucked her slowly. “Does it change the fact that you’re dying to fuck my tight cunt?” He smacked her again and she giggled right after a moan. “I’d love for you to mark me, don’t be afraid.”

“I don’t get you… You want to be worshiped, but you also want to be used?” He cleaned the sweat off his brow. He needed to understand to be able to decide on how to go about it.

“You might use me, but it had to be me.” She was biting her lips at the pleasure shooting from his pounding cock. “You might do whatever you want to me, but the point is that you want this pussy. Only I will make you feel this way. It will always be a form of worship.”

“You do feel very good…” he admitted, then slapped her ass again. “You take my cock very well.”

She moaned between words, “Your cock is so good… I’m fucking happy I didn’t miss out on this.”

He chuckled and leaned forward to grab her tits, fucking her so deep that her moans got to a higher pitch.

“Fuck, you’re deep.”

He groaned, “You're taking me so well…”

Too well, in fact, and he straightened back up and calmed his rhythm. 

She giggled, “Too much?” He struck her asscheek so hard it echoed in the room, yet she giggled. “You’re so my type I can’t control it, I’m sorry.”

He passed his fingers over her asscheeks, “I’m your type, huh?”

She wiggled her ass as if she wanted him to move his fingers. “Cute, attentive, sexy, and smart.” He wasn’t sure where, so he moved his fingers away, but she whined. “No, touch me. You can use me, Namjoon. I talk big but I want you to fuck me so bad,” she whined, moving her hips against his for him to fuck her deeper.

He was tempted to, but first, he slid his fingers between her asscheeks, and she trembled. She incentivized him with her bucked movements until he rubbed her asshole, making her moan deeper.

“You like that?”

She moaned again and he decided to rub it at the same rhythm he fucked her. Her asshole started twitching, and when it did he felt it around his cock too. She was getting tighter and wetter and he was completely up to his limit.

“Am I milking you right?” She asked in a breathy voice.

“Yeah, I’m close. I’ll stop playing with you and fuck you now, okay?”

He didn’t see the way she paused and blinked her eyes, confused. “Wh—?”

He positioned himself better behind her and unleashed his energy. He didn’t care how or what he was doing, as long as his cock was ramming right into her every time and hitting deep. Her thin moans were uncontrollable and music to his ears. She wanted to milk him, she deserved a good fucking, and he was going to give it to her.

Her face landed on the pillow as she started losing grip and he angled deeper. She could not think with the fast pace he was entering her, and all the sloppy sounds and slaps were just the icing on top. She never got to shut her brain off, but just there that’s exactly what happened and it was bliss. Her hand darted to her clit, which was covered in her juices, and she moaned desperately for her release. She wasn't planning on it, but she was beyond being organized and structured; that kind of pleasure was not premeditated or controlled, it was imposed.

He leaned on her and was talking to her but she couldn’t really register. 

“Yeah?” She finally caught him saying. “You want it? Come for me. Come on my cock with me.”

Her brain lit up like a firework popping and she moaned in a frenzy, cumming so hard he had to hold her hips in place or she would have fallen apart away from him. Her pleasure rippled and rippled until she was left a void drooling mess and it was… odd. Satisfyingly so.

He got off her and laid next to her, pulling her to fall to the sheets by his side gently. “Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of concern as he pulled her hair out of her face.

She was still panting with her mouth open, and she blinked. It took her a moment to react.

“What… What the hell was that?”

“What?” 

“You— how did you—?” She opened and closed her eyes. “I’m so mind-blown right now.”

He grinned happily as they tangled their legs together. “In a good way, right?”

She was still shocked, “You— You’re good. My god, are you fucking good. That had never happened to me before.”

“What?”

“My brain shutting down like that,” she shrugged, hugging herself in bewilderment.

He scooted closer and hugged her, “It was good then.”

“It was awesome, it’s what it was.”

Her tone was so firm he just smiled, “I’m happy.”

She reached to trace his jaw with her hand. “You really are something.”

He tapped their foreheads and looked deeply into her eyes. “So are you.”

They were left sweating and calming down, but eventually, the lethargy became too much. As if on automatic pilot, she got up to pee and he took care of the condom and did the same. In minutes they both threw themselves in bed and snuggled together to sleep relaxedly.

Despite her sluggishness, Angie eventually woke up and looked around, confused. She thought it was the jetlag still messing with her after three days. She reached for her phone: 5h53. She sighed deeply and put her phone away, she could still sleep.

Then someone moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and she closed her eyes. For a split second she thought she had dreamed of him, but that fresh, citrus, and woody scent reminded her that it was all real. She turned, still under his arm, and he leaned to unite their foreheads, still in his sleep. She looked at him with a small smile, feeling so relaxed. She didn’t know how he managed to make her like that but it was certainly something to be praised.

She closed her eyes, ready to fall back asleep, when his nose started nuzzling hers softly. She sighed and hugged him closer — she was awake, and they could do whatever he wanted. His lips fell on hers gently and she smiled at his delicateness and gentlemanly actions. They kissed slowly and softly for a while before she moved her hand to trail his torso. She was getting hotter and she felt like there was still so much of him she hadn't explored.

He seemed to get hot as well and reach for her to come closer, taking equal opportunity to touch her. She squeezed his shoulder in incentive for him to do as he pleased and couldn’t contain the moans as he did. He felt and groped her curves firmly, and when she evaded his mouth so she could breathe out a moan, he quickly caught her neck skin in between his teeth. She scratched his skin and grazed his scalp in approval and rolled with him immediately once he got on top of her.

His kisses were more demanding, but she was completely on the same wavelength. She wanted him to take her, to touch her, and handle her however he saw fit. He had earned that.

He trailed down her neck and quickly made his stop on her chest. His tongue and mouth were warm and wet and she squirmed with want, opening her legs instantly. He bit her once, twice and it only vexed her more; she was already so ready for his touch.

His fingers brushed her folds before searching for her wetness and she stopped breathing, completely focused on what was going to happen next. He was eying her attentively, feeling that shift on her chest. He removed his fingers, which made her raise an eyebrow, but his intentions immediately became clear. He gave her one last kiss before moving down so that his mouth could now reach her mound, and she trembled.

His lips brushed hers softly and increasingly with more pressure until his tongue opened her up and started licking her. She gasped for air with the way he seemed to want to lick her slit clean, knowing perfectly well that was the way to just make her even wetter. His hands grabbed her hips to stay in place when his mouth moved over her clit and he was not gentle. She writhed under him with whiny moans, she could feel his smile on her as he licked her clit deliciously.

She couldn’t stop squirming and trying to escape it while simultaneously being annoyed whenever he lost contact with her bud. She started moving her hips and her moans dragged.

“Use your lips,” she pleaded, and the sensation became less wet but firmer. “Yeah, like that.”

She was unaware of his eyes on her seeing her oscillate with her pleasure hungrily. He was trying to keep a steady pace for her, but she was making it hard.

Then she suddenly propped on her elbows, “Let me ride your mouth.”

He raised his eyebrows and gave her one last kiss. She seemed to realize what she had just said while he licked his lips and sat up.

She was blushing hard, “I mean if you’re okay with that.”

He was already lying down, pushing the pillow away. “I’m more than okay with that, come here.”

She took the hand he was offering and got on her knees. She then passed a leg over him so she would sit on his belly. She was trying her hardest not to just jump on his glistening mouth, out of respect, but he incentivized her by pushing the small of her back in his direction. That along with his hand still holding hers for support just pushed her to raise and sit where she wanted to with a deep sigh.

She cursed, “Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?”

His hands felt her hips firmly before he moved so his lips could disappear under her and she gasped. He felt too fucking good, she would come in a literal minute if he kept—

She sucked in a moany breath and started bucking her hips as gently as she could. He was a fucking sin with the way he managed to suckle on her clit every time it passed his mouth, just to escape it seconds later. And yet every time she did her circular hip movement, he was right there waiting, pressing her hips down so that the rub would be as intense as possible. She was too turned on, too far off, so when his nails sank into her skin to keep her close, she only needed a few seconds to fall apart.

He licked her and mouthed her roughly as she came, keeping her core as close to his mouth as possible. She had to whine because of the overstimulation, and only then did he let go. She stumbled back, completely alienated on how to control her own body, but he had her. He quickly reached to support her back so she wouldn’t just fall and instead helped her sit back on his lap graciously. 

He sat up and brushed her hair away from her red hot face, “You make the most beautiful sounds.”

She opened her glistening eyes to him and chortled, “You make me do them.”

He grinned happily, “I do.”

She was still recovering from the hastened heartbeat in her chest, but she reached to kiss him nonetheless. His mouth tasted of her and it burned her. She bit his lip, clenching around nothing. She shouldn’t feel possessive, but she couldn’t help it.

“Remember my sassy mouth?”

He cupped her neck and kissed the corner of her mouth, “I do.”

“I don’t think I can articulate much yet, but how about doing what you planned?”

He chuckled at the hint of neediness in her voice. “You mean you blowing me while you pleasure yourself?”

“Or you fucking my mouth, whichever you prefer,” she sighed, nuzzling his nose.

He brushed his nose back on hers and hummed for a moment.

“We can start with you and see how you feel.”

She pecked his lips and immediately moved away. She grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor before kneeling on it, then she tapped the edge of the bed.

“Come here.”

He moved to sit there with his legs around her and she drew closer, leaning down to kiss his crotch and belly before nuzzling her way down to his balls. 

He grabbed her hair out of the way without any pressure whatsoever and just stayed with his mouth agape looking at the way she was licking and nibbling his balls gently. She was soft and mindful of hurting him, but quick and sloppy as if she was hungry and it filled him with anticipation. 

By the time she licked up his shaft, she was already drooling and she looked up to see him, to make sure he knew that. She wanted that, she wanted to taste him, to drive him wild into coming and giving everything he had.

She took his tip in and remembered well how he liked pressure there more than speed, and she got to it immediately. She sucked hard on his head while she bobbed her head in short movements, making her best to keep that pressure constant. The way he groaned and tightened his grip around her hair melted her and gave her even more energy. His girth was wide enough that her jaw would hurt for sure after the fact, but that would not be the thing to make her stop.

She added her tongue to the mix, flicking it and searching for the place that made him moan the hardest while she suckled on him.

She must have done something right because his taste hit her taste buds and she moaned. He tasted sweet and delicate and she guessed then that if she wanted the full taste she had to go for it. She was drooling with how much she wanted it and she didn’t realize how much she was pushing him until he groaned loudly and put one hand on her neck to gently guide her out.

She raised her head with a pop of her lips, keeping his hard dick pointing at her with her hands. Its glistening reddened tip was tempting her and she couldn’t look away.

“That was close,” he mumbled, and she finally looked up.

He was panting and he reached to wipe the thin coat of sweat off his brow. He looked down at her and she could only curve her lips in amusement.

“Why did you stop me? I was having a blast.”

She sounded playful and he chuckled, “Well, you never told me where to come. Plus,” he moved away from her to reach for something on the bedside table. “You wanted to pleasure yourself.”

She lowered her eyes to his open hand and saw her vibrator.

She grimaced in disbelief, “You stopped our fun for that?”

“I want you to feel good,” he smiled sheepishly.

Her eyebrows jumped, “How do you think I’ve been feeling so far?!”

He grinned with a hint of shyness, and pride, and she bit her lip down hard so she wouldn’t bite him.

“You said me in your mouth was the thing to make you come… and I don’t want to steal that opportunity from you.”

Her chin dropped in shock, then she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. We’re taking care of you right now and you’re still worried about me?” She reached suddenly for his lips and he supported her through their kiss with gentleness. “You can’t be real,” she whispered, nuzzling his nose before going back down on her knees. “You just can’t be.”

He didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t give him the time to think of something.

“You should come in my mouth,” she told him, grabbing the egg-shaped vibrator. “I need to know how you taste. You can get up and fuck me whenever you want, just please don’t do it too harshly because I gag easily.” She spread her legs a bit so she could accommodate the vibrator. “And if I start coming, do not stop. In fact, I might get sloppy, so take matters into your own hands.” She raised an eyebrow, “Did I forget something?”

“No, ma'am.”

He was smiling in a tease and she pursed her lips before looking down. His cock twitched under her gaze and she looked back up. He didn’t need to ask for attention, so she guessed it was involuntary, which made it even hotter.

She sighed as she took him inside her mouth again and she made sure to take him all the way in comfortably a few times to show him where he could go. He didn’t fit completely in, so despite his moans she hoped he had paid attention.

Only then did she turn on the vibrator and hummed instantly. She was not going to last, she was certain. She was immensely turned on, any nudge in the right direction was enough.

She bucked her hips on the toy and used that same rhythm in her mouth. It was harder to stay focused and she started moaning quickly out of the sheer pleasure shooting through her. He had such a good fucking cock that fit in her mouth perfectly and would spray her full soon. He couldn’t help himself, she would blow him just right until he would pop. He knew deep down that he had no choice. He wanted to come for her, to fill her up, he was helpless. If she wanted it, he had to give it to her, and if he tried holding back, she would blow him and ride him until he blew.

Thoughts like those drove her insane, and his dick in her mouth was exactly what brought to life all of her fantasies. In minutes her whines gained a pitch and he should know by now that meant she was right on the verge of her orgasm. Her hand on his base lost grip, and her lips became less taut, allowing for her drool to drip down his shaft, and he knew what to do.

He got up and she moved with him, allowing him to grab her head and gain complete reign over everything. She let him do it and in seconds her orgasm invaded her, making her moan deeply. And he grunted with those sounds because he could reach her throat that much easier, interrupting them with every thrust. It was so fucking hot that he had no problems in just leaping through it as soon as he could confidently say her orgasm was done.

Then she hummed as his cum started dripping on her mouth and her lips became taut again. She sucked him neatly and swallowed him dry as he did his best efforts to contain his hips jerking. He was still holding her hair and head, and her mouth felt so wet and tight he had to take a deep breath, mastering himself until the end.

He sighed as the pleasure dissipated gently, then let her head go. She pulled out and looked up at him with a sly smile.

“You… are fucking great.”

He broke down laughing quietly and she did the same, holding his hands to get up and stand tall. He immediately supported her lower back and neck and drew her in for a kiss. His tongue licked hers and danced with hers, not bothered in the slightest by his own taste. 

He pecked her nose and she sighed. “I could sleep a bit more.”

He smiled, “Me too.”

He let her go just enough for the both of them to get under the sheets again and snuggled her when she came closer, hiding her face on his chest.

They drifted off asleep almost instantly, and so it felt like in the same breath they woke up. They were startled by the knocking loud sounds on the door and she pulled away to blink at him in bewilderment. He had a quizzical eyebrow raised and she had her brow creased, completely dumbfounded.

A woman started yelling in Korean and Angie’s expression became almost comical as she sat up, trying but unable to understand a single word. Namjoon sat up too.

“Late! Late!”

“I’m coming! One minute!” Angie finally yelled, and then it quieted down. It had worked, whoever it was left. “What the—”

“She says you’re late, the bride is asking for you.”

She turned to him, then blinked — of course he understood that. She frowned and searched for her phone, “We just drifted off a minute ago, how—”

She gasped and jumped off the bed in two seconds. She had missed calls, and Hyejin had sent her a roll of messages. She played the last audio.

“Angie! Where are you?! I don’t know if I should be concerned or angry, should I call the police?! I need my bridesmaid, I’m almost done and you’re not here! I’m going to cry, please don’t disappear on my wedding day!”

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Indeed it was almost ten in the morning. She turned to Namjoon, who was now getting up with his phone in hand.

“They’re looking for me too.”

“How the heck did my alarm not ring?” Angie groaned.

“It doesn’t matter,” he reminded her, holding her arms. “I’ll leave you to get ready and go and do the same.” She shuddered and nodded. He was so fucking sexy just calming her down like that and focusing her on what mattered. “Will I… see you later?”

She smirked, “If Hyejin doesn’t kill me or kick me out, yes.”

He smiled and turned to search for his clothes and put them on. She grabbed her phone and tapped to record an audio.

“I’m so sorry, Hyejin, my alarm didn’t go off. I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in ten minutes. Stay calm, I love you.”

She sent it quickly and turned to the man in her bedroom. She felt butterflies in her stomach and swallowed them. She probably shouldn’t, she was an adult and she knew how those things went. Still, he wasn’t out of the room yet and she was too tempted. 

So while he bent over to put his shoes on, she walked up to him and held his jaw for him to rise back up. She kissed him softly and he stood up by himself, supporting her arms as he did.

Then she pulled back with a small smile. “I’ll see you soon.”

Namjoon nodded and saw her disappear into the bathroom. He shook his head to get the image of her lean back and perky ass out of his mind and turned to leave. Her shower started just before he closed the door behind him.

He rushed down the corridor and used the stairs to go up to his room. He was super fast and ignored the people in the corridor, even though the chances that they were any of the guys were high. He needed to get ready quickly, he also didn’t want to stress Hyejin or miss anything. It was a special day for her and he definitely wanted to be there, they were close friends.

He showered and got ready as fast as he could. He was putting on his gray blazer when someone knocked hastily on his bedroom door and he ran to open it.

On the other side, Jin had wide shocked eyes. In fact, six pairs of eyes were gawking at him.

“Hi guys—”

“He’s here!” Jin yelled, despite the others being equally aware.

“He wasn't here before,” Hoseok frowned, confused.

“Where were you?!” Jimin asked with a scoff.

“Were you hiding somewhere hyung?” Taehyung asked.

They were barging in the room as if searching for something and he had no chances to say anything.

“Where would he hide?” Yoongi whined, with a puff. “Let’s just go, the wedding is in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, I want to catch breakfast,” Jungkook rubbed his hands together.

“We just had breakfast,” Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, right, you missed breakfast,” Jin turned to Namjoon and pointed it out with a shrug.

“Well, you know, second breakfast,” Jungkook said slowly.

“What are you, a hobbit?” Jimin laughed coming from the bathroom with Taehyung. Were they looking for something?

“No, but these things always drag on,” Jungkook pouted.

“That’s very true,” Jin agreed. "We're going to be hungry."

“We’re going to be late,” Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Where were you anyway, hyung?” Jimin asked, seemingly confident he couldn’t find anything suspicious in his room.

“What do you mean where…” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck while heading for the door. “Let’s g—”

“Why is your bed still made?”

The room quieted down and everyone turned to look at Taehyung, who was standing right beside the bed eying it suspiciously. They all could see in an instant that he was correct, his bed was perfectly made.

Namjoon scoffed, “What do you mean? I always make the bed when I wake up.”

“That’s true,” Jungkook murmured and Yoongi nodded.

“But this perfectly?” Taehyung insisted.

Jimin jumped on the bed and raised something above his head with a victorious chant, “Ah! The chocolate is still under his pillow!”

Everyone then turned to Namjoon to complain.

“It would have melted.”

“What melted, it would have fallen.”

“You should have eaten it.”

“No one leaves the chocolate there.”

“The bed is too perfect, just me jumping on it made more of a mark than your sleep.”

“If you were here before, why didn’t you respond when we came to call you for breakfast?”

“And why did you not answer your phone?” Jimin added, remembering it suddenly.

The room quieted down for a few seconds and most eyes fell on Namjoon, who just frowned in confusion. 

Thankfully, Jungkook rubbed his chin and tried, “Maybe he was in the shower…”

“For an hour?” Taehyung scoffed.

“His hair is wet right now, you just showered right?” Jin smirked playfully.

Jin’s question was the last straw and Namjoon just sighed, turned, and walked out the door.

“We’re going to be late.”

The guys whined after him, with Taehyung closing the door behind them all before yelling across the corridor, “Where did you sleep?!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened in a second out of sheer embarrassment before he groaned and turned to go down the stairs with the other six trailing him. He could not be stuck with them in an elevator right now and he needed to burn the energy that stress was causing.

It’s not like he couldn’t tell them, he thought, as they exited the staircase towards the lobby. He quickly rushed to the balcony of the hotel that led to the garden where the wedding ceremony would be held. There, fortunately, the class and formality of the event quieted the others down. He hoped it would distract them enough as he walked quietly to the beverages table and got himself a coffee. 

He could tell them, but he wondered if it was correct to do so. He didn’t kiss and tell, that would be rude of him. Additionally, she would be there at the party and if they met her, it could be weird if they knew. What if they said stupid things or insinuated something, he would die with the embarrassment not to mention he wanted to see her again. 

I’ll see you soon.

He blushed and it wasn’t from the hot coffee. He wanted to see her again.

“Seriously, hyung.” He turned and Taehyung was there, reaching to grab a coffee too. “I won’t tell anyone, but the curiosity is killing me.”

Namjoon licked his lips and looked around them. There were definitely too many people there, so he started walking as if nonchalantly wanting to walk the gardens. Taehyung followed him.

“Hyung! Trust me, I just—”

“I wasn’t in my room, alright?” Namjoon turned suddenly, almost spilling both their drinks but Taehyung stopped in his tracks before they could clash.

Taehyung grinned widely, “Ah, I knew it!” He was so giddy he would be jumping right now if it wasn’t for the drink. “Who is she? We saw you with a girl yesterday, you guys were talking.” Namjoon groaned and pressed his temples. The lack of sleep was making his head hurt. “Is it her?”

“Excuse me.”

Both men turned, one with panicked eyes, the other with a pout.

“We’re rounding up everyone for the ceremony to start,” the lady told them politely with a bow.

Namjoon bowed back and took the opportunity to drag Taehyung along, “Not a word of this. I’ll tell you, but not now. Please, let’s keep it quiet.”

He gave him a pleading look and Taehyung smiled, “Not a word, hyung. You can trust me.”

They went straight to their seats on the bride’s side, second row, all to themselves. Most people were already there and ready.

“Where were you?” Jin whispered in a scolding tone.

“Coffee,” Taehyung answered sheepishly, sipping on his paper cup. Jimin eyed him suspiciously, but Taehyung had the most angelical expression on.

Namjoon was unaware of this however because his eyes were avidly searching for someone. And luckily for him, he didn’t have to wait long. Music started to play and people started making their way down the aisle. He nodded at the groom and some groomsmen he knew. Everyone bowed when the parents of the groom passed, then the mother of the bride. And finally, there was someone that passed that stole his breath away.

Angie was wearing a dark blue dress that delineated her curves beautifully. Her blonde hair was falling on her right shoulder in delicate waves and her cleavage was deep, though not too flashy. She was smiling the whole time, and the corners of her lips twitched when her eyes finally fell on him. He had no idea what kind of face he was making, but only when she passed by him did he blink and break the spell. 

Hyejin was of course stunning and nearly crying in happiness as she passed by her friends and family, and Namjoon felt his eyes wet at the sight of her. He glanced to check on the others and everyone was smiling the same, only Yoongi looked down for a moment while Hyejin was left by her dad to her fiancé at the altar. 

The ceremony was beautiful and everyone cheered and whistled when they finally kissed as husband and wife. The tables for lunch had been set on the other side of the garden and everyone made their way there after passing by the bride and groom to congratulate them.

As people who stood up front, BTS were one of the first to approach them. Namjoon was behind Yoongi in line, who seemed to want to avoid the moment, but Namjoon wasn’t having it. He knew Yoongi hated feelings, but it was an important moment for Hyejin and—

“You look beautiful,” Namjoon heard Yoongi say quietly. 

Namjoon thought it was weird that was all Yoongi said, instead of congratulations and lots of happiness on your marriage. His eyebrows jumped at the way Yoongi and Hyejin were just staring into each other’s eyes, and he looked away quickly. Whatever story they might or not once had just ended, and he felt for Yoongi. Namjoon knew he would never say anything, no matter the words that crossed his mind right now. 

He looked up in time to see Yoongi’s pressed lips as he walked away, and then Hyejin’s eyes filled with tears. Namjoon stepped in quickly to hug her and hide her from the world, and she took the opportunity instantly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered against her head, kissing it. She was grabbing him for dear life. “You look stunning, like the brightest of stars, the most perfect flower.” She sobbed once in his chest and he kissed her head again. “We’re all happy for you. We support you no matter what.”

She chuckled and pulled away, cleaning her tears quickly. “Yeah.” She swallowed, “I’m just emotional today.”

He nodded and reached for her hand then kissed it. “We love you, don’t forget that.”

Hyejin smiled, but her lips trembled. Namjoon was ready to move along but Hyejin tightened her grip on his hand and pulled him to lean in, “I’ll say this quickly before I lose the chance to. You and Angie are my closest friends. You guys are a match made in heaven. Don’t hurt her.” He pulled away with wide eyes and she smirked, “Don’t worry, I told her the exact same thing.”

She squeezed his hand and then let it go. He pressed his lips as he processed all those emotions and walked to join the rest of the members at their lunch table. 

The party dragged on, and by the time everyone was celebrating and having lunch together, the seat to the right of Namjoon and the left of Jungkook was still empty.

“Who the hell is ‘Angie’ anyway?” Jungkook read with a stutter.

Namjoon pressed his lips as they all dug into the food. He wasn’t sure how to answer that—

“Hi again.”

All seven men stopped eating to see the woman dragging the chair to sit down. She smiled at them with individual nods, smiling a little wider to Jungkook as she sat beside him. Namjoon pressed his lips at this, he wasn’t sure how to take that smile—

“Did you have any trouble making it in time?” She leaned in to ask in his ear, and he immediately felt a blush creep in on his cheeks.

“No, I was fine,” he whispered back in English, trying not to combust. Fortunately, none of the others could understand them. “You?”

Angie puffed as she got ready to taste the appetizer, “Hyejin almost bit my head off.” She hummed at how good it was then smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to tell her.” She looked worried as she waited for his reaction. “It was a survival instinct.”

He grinned, “I understand. She sounded… authoritarian when she, uh… commented about it.”

Angie’s eyes widened, “Oh no… Did she…?” He nodded and Angie sighed. “I'm so sorry. Damn it, I didn’t imagine she would bother you about it.”

He chuckled, “She told you the exact same she told me.” Angie tried eating a bite as she pondered on what to say. “She seems rather protective of us.”

She grinned, “She does, doesn’t she?”

They were interrupted when celebrations started among tables with people giving their speeches and Angie stayed quiet. Despite being a bridesmaid, Hyejin knew why she didn’t want to do a speech — she didn’t speak Korean. She was there to support her best friend, but she knew she wouldn’t really partake in the party.

Namjoon was sweet and translated most of what was happening so she wouldn’t feel left out, and she was thankful. She could sense the other guys’ eyes on her and she decided to become even more invisible.

She lost track of time, they were waiting for dessert when the man on her right side drew her attention.

“Who… are you?”

His English was probably not good, but she smiled at his effort. “I’m Angie,” she answered, bowing shortly.

“I’m Jungkook,” he answered, with a hand on his chest. “Who…” He looked over at Namjoon and she opened her mouth, then closed it.

Her Korean was truly rudimentary so she tried remembering. She knew the word for friend, but she was stomped on how to explain—

“You can say it, I’ll translate,” Namjoon offered with a smile.

“I don’t want to bother you,” she answered with a pained smile.

“You’re not.” 

His eyes didn’t rest on her like she hoped they would, and she tried not to feel discouraged. 

“I’m Hyejin’s friend. We were roommates for six years in college, so we became pretty close.”

He translated it and all the guys hummed. Another one asked something.

“Jimin asks if you’re also a physician.”

“No, I’m a physicist.” She smiled, then chuckled at their confusion. “Close, but not quite the same.”

She asked about them and was surprised to find they were all singers and idols. They were all very good-looking, but then again so was everyone in Hyejin’s entourage. It made sense because her father and now husband worked in the music industry, but it was always shocking to meet someone seemingly normal but who was truly so rich and famous.

Which reminded her of who she had slept with last night. She kept chatting with them while in the back of her mind, she considered this. Namjoon was too great, it was hard to believe, but then again not that much. He was smart, sensible, polite, hot, and a good lover. She almost scoffed in disbelief, how was he still single? But he had to be, if not for Namjoon not saying anything, at least Hyejin would have when she told her they had spent the night together. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names,” she smiled. “Jungkook,” she pointed at the man on her right, who smiled.

One by one they presented each other and she tried not to give it away, but her eyes fell back on Yoongi. So that was the famed Yoongi. She didn’t mean this musically, of course, she didn’t know anything about that.

They chatted and when the party progressed and they got up to get drinks, she smiled and let them go. She was surprised when Namjoon came back with a flute of champagne for her.

“Thank you.”

He nodded with a smile and sat back down.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” he answered, sipping on his wine.

“Do you know anything about Hyejin and that guy, Yoongi?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “Well… I mean, I know something but…”

She leaned towards him and whispered, “Will you tell me? It’s a big mystery to me, it’s the only guy she ever spoke about in college.” Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “She clearly liked him, but when she came back here I guess she chose someone else. It always confused me.” 

Namjoon looked down and nodded as Angie smiled at Hyejin dancing with her dad.

“This is a secret, I think I’m the only one of the guys who knows,” he started and she zipped her lips closed.

“My lips are sealed. You and I are the only ones that know about this, then.”

He nodded. “We grew up together, she’s Jungkook’s age.” He eyed Angie, suddenly realizing that she was also Jungkook’s age. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and he shook his head. “Yeah, so I have known her the longest since I was the first to join the company, and she reminded me of my younger sister, so we became close. Then Yoongi joined and she was struck. She was only fourteen but she crushed on him hard. For years, she hung out with all of us, but she was head over heels for him.”

Angie chuckled, “You mean getting all quiet and red around him?” He nodded. “I’ve seen that, but only in passing. She dated in college, but it was never really serious. She was always hung up on someone from here,” Angie continued with a sad shrug. “One time she got drunk and wailed about the ‘cream’ incident.”

Namjoon was shocked, “You know about that?” She nodded. “You have to tell me!” Her eyebrows jumped. “No one knows what happened, Yoongi never said anything. It’s probably the only secret they both kept from us. Or at least from me.”

She eyed him with squinted eyes, “Hmm, are you trustworthy with such sensitive information?”

His jaw dropped and then he sat up straight, “I thought we were sharing secrets…”

She grinned, “We are… You’ll keep it a secret?”

“I’ll take it with me to my grave.” He promised with a hand over his chest, then his eyebrows puckered. He had said that before.

“It’s silly, really. Basically, when she was eighteen, before she came to the US, she found Yoongi in the kitchen with a can of whipped cream. I think they played for it or something, but it basically exploded on them and covered them up. She was really worried about upsetting him, so she tried to clean him up and I think things got heated. She might have removed her shirt, or his, I don’t remember, but I do know that he grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly pushed her to stand away, then he ran off.” Her smile vanished as she remembered Hyejin telling her this. “She regretted never confronting him about it, or telling him how she felt.” Namjoon stayed quiet. “She saw that as a rejection, but she never had the guts to confirm it.”

“We never knew about that. We only ever saw them covered in cream and they both refused to say anything about it. We even thought they were dating, but they both denied it.”

“I don’t think they ever dated,” Angie commented, glancing at Yoongi sipping on a drink at the bar. “Otherwise she would be marrying him.”

Namjoon nodded with a degree of sorrow, “I agree… I never saw anything that made me believe he might have feelings for her until today. I think he’s suffering in his own way.”

She sighed after they stayed quiet for a while, “That’s so sad… She’s the one that got away…”

“So is he…”

“But why? I mean, they’re both adults,” she frowned, turning to look at Namjoon. “Why did she not go for it when she came back? Was he dating someone else?”

Namjoon’s lips pulled in an attempt at a smile, “No, he wasn’t. He still isn’t.”

Her eyebrows jumped, “Wow, then why? Hyejin knows better than to suck it up—”

“He’s an idol.”

“So?”

He pressed his lips and looked down, “It’s just too complicated. They’d never have a normal relationship, and it would be a lot of pressure for her.” He raised his eyes and he wished it wasn’t hurting him that much to say those things. “She probably never asked because he would have to say no. Even if he wanted to say yes.”

Angie’s expression was pale as one of her eyebrows was lowered in subtle disagreement. She could understand what he was trying to say, but she refused to buy it.

“I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit.” Her tone was soft. “Look at him, do you think it was worth it? We talked about how success turns into emptiness. I told you that not all sacrifices are worth it, and I’m not a renowned billionaire star.” She paused. She was frowning despite not wanting to be harsh on him. She just utterly refused that thought. “If it’s like this for me, I can’t imagine how it is for him.” She looked away at Yoongi and then at Hyejin. “I hope no one else goes through the same thing.”

She dragged her chair and got up, and he stuttered to say something but was too late to stop her. He saw her walk away in between all those people and he felt powerless. What could he say? Maybe she was right. Having seen Yoongi and Hyejin grow up together, he surely would have wished it was them getting married today. In a parallel universe, maybe they were. And it was sad to think Yoongi was not as happy as he could have been, but—

“She’s pretty.”

Namjoon turned to see Yoongi sitting on Jin’s spot. Namjoon passed his hand through his hair but nodded. There was nothing to say other than agree.

“And she seems interesting too,” Yoongi mused quietly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t spend hours talking to her like no one else exists.”

Namjoon pressed his lips, unsure of what to say. “When did I—?”

“Last night,” Yoongi answered. “And today, but you said something that upset her.”

Namjoon puffed and rubbed his face. What the hell was happening with him lately?

“We were discussing you, actually,” he admitted, eying his hyung.

“Me?”

“Yes. And Hyejin.”

Yoongi held his eyes then looked down at his drink and Namjoon reached for his. He wouldn’t say more than that, they were discussing secrets after all.

“I love her.”

Namjoon almost choked and Yoongi scoffed.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know, you were probably the only one who ever noticed.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, “How are you?”

“Miserable,” he answered with a smile, then downed his drink. “I’m burying my heart today.”

Namjoon grimaced but didn’t know what to say. “Things could have been different.” Yoongi scoffed and pushed his empty glass away. “Do you regret it?”

Yoongi heaved a deep breath, “I always wanted to be successful, to have a legion of fans. To have money and comfort. To be recognized for the genius I am.” Namjoon hid his smile with his glass. “But losing her… might be the only regret in my life.”

Yoongi’s eyes were intense and had a pain contained in them that made Namjoon instantly worried. He didn’t remember ever seeing his eyes like that, though it was true that Yoongi was the most reserved of them all, especially emotionally.

“So be confident,” Yoongi told him with half a smile. “Whatever you feel or want to do, be confident. You can do it.”

“Guys, you’re not dancing!” Taehyung neared them with the rest of the gang.

“I’m not dancing,” Yoongi scoffed.

“Me neither,” Namjoon agreed with a forced smile.

Angie got back to the table and sat in her spot after giving them a small smile. The guys restarted chatting, but Namjoon couldn’t pay attention. He hadn’t turned to see her or talk to her, but her quiet presence there burned his back. There were things left unsaid between them, he just really didn’t know what he could say.

“You have something on your neck.”

He frowned at the male voice speaking in English and turned back. All men did, in fact, only to see someone familiar talking to Angie.

Jin tried to call him, “Taesun!” 

But he was dismissed quickly with a nod. Jungkook muttered something about him being in his spot, and Taehyung agreed quietly.

“What does he want?”

But Namjoon let out a deep breath. He knew exactly what he wanted. Hyejin had asked him to make sure he wouldn’t harass Angie so he should have expected it.

“Taesun—”

“I’ll be with you guys in a minute, okay?” He gave them a half-caustic smile before turning back to Angie in English. “Did you notice? Right here.”

He meant to reach the skin where her shoulder met her neck and she leaned back to dodge his hand with a frown. By doing this she almost bumped into Namjoon, who caught her shoulders gently. She felt supported by his touch, but that was her fight and she shouldn’t bother him.

“Sorry,” she bowed quietly without looking at him before turning to Taesun. “Yes, I know.” Her tone was dry as if she was being bothered, which she was. 

He smiled, maybe choosing not to see it. “Did you hit it somewhere by accident or something?”

Her lips curved, “No, I’m pretty sure it was intentional.”

Namjoon had decided to turn halfway towards his bandmates, who were listening to the conversation unapologetically despite not understanding it entirely. He couldn’t help a smile at the snarky tone of her voice, and he hid it under his hand.

“Will you dance with me?”

Namjoon’s lips pressed at the wanton tone of Taesun’s voice, and he closed his eyes. After the last words between him and Angie, he would understand it if she accepted and—

“I’m sorry, I really can’t.” Namjoon’s eyes jumped to her head, unable to hide his interest. “You see, last night I hit more places than my neck, so it would be really uncomfortable to move.”

His hand was covering his face, but anyone could tell he looked concerned. Did he hurt her somehow?

Yet Taesun chuckled and shook his head, “I got it, I got it. It’s a pity, but maybe you’ll change your mind later.”

Her lips curved in a polite smile, but she turned away quickly to grab her drink and dismiss him. The others might have not understood a word, but body language and tone of voice spoke volumes. Jungkook immediately moved once Taesun stepped away to occupy his rightful place beside Angie, and Taehyung followed him. They both leaned worriedly and quietly asked her if she was okay. Taesun was married, and his attitude was really distasteful.

Jin and Hoseok immediately bit the bullet and jumped at the opportunity to distract him. 

Yoongi was supporting his head on his hand when he asked quite loudly, “How’s your wife doing?”

Taesun only gave him half a smile before excusing himself.

“How can Hyejin share the same tree branch with him,” Hoseok wondered aloud.

“I need another drink,” Yoongi said, getting up.

The others seemed to decide to follow when they eyed Namjoon, who was staring at the table in front of him while trying to decide something. He was the only one not moving away and Taehyung smacked Jungkook’s shoulder amicably so the youngster would be assured that leaving them alone was okay.

Namjoon reached for Angie’s hand on her lap and she turned to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she assured him with a quick smile.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“But you just said you’re uncomfortable moving.”

He was fully leaning into her now, fixed on her glistening eyes and quite alienated from the rest of the party.

“Yeah, I am with him.” She underlined with clear aversion before her features softened. “I would be comfortable with you, however.”

He smiled and it reached his heart. His dimples were showing.

“I can’t. Too many eyes.”

“It’s just a dance.” Her smile was fading as she understood what was happening.

“I doubt I could keep my hands off you.” His mouth spoke faster than it should have, but it was truthful. He was nothing but himself, he was confident.

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

Their eyes were locked as they let the silence surround them. His hand was still holding hers on her lap, he was definitely too close not to be obvious to any bystander and life… He only had the one.

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

He nodded with a sad smile, he only could have hoped.

“Would you… have time to be with me?”

He was caressing her hand before he looked up to her eyes.

She was grinning, “Hyejin is leaving on her honeymoon tomorrow. I have all the time in the world until Monday.”

He nodded, “Then stay with me.”

[bonbonchocolates]

Idol

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When the new producer of the company wants you..........

Warnings: yandere taehyung, wrong use of power, blackmailing, stripping, non-con, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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You are tired of the continuous dance practice. It's been more than ten times but that stupid choreographer is still not satisfied. Well, your group was preparing for your new comeback.

You noticed all the members had the same condition as you. It looked like all the energy from Hyejin, the maknae of your group was completely drained out.

You as a leader felt bad for her condition but you had nothing to do.

Your group just debuted last month and it was a good debut. You all gained quite a lot of fame but still not that much that you can break the company's rule. If you do that you will definitely be kicked out of the group. You don't want your dream of becoming an idol to break so soon. So you need to do what your choreographer says.

Almost about an hour later your practice was finally over. You all jumped in joy but Hyejin had no energy left in her to even stand so she went back to the dorm.

"Hyunsuk PD nim requested all of you to assemble in the meeting room immediately."

A staff member said. You shared a confused look with all the other members. Why does PD nim want you all in the meeting room right now? Is he planning to disband your group? So many questions ran through your head but you had answers of none.

"Does anyone have any idea as to why PD nim requested us to assemble in the meeting room immediately?"

Sooyoung asked.

"I have no idea."

Haeun replied.

"Let's go to the meeting room, there we will get to know everything."

You said and headed to the meeting room. The members following right behind you.

"I should go and call Hyejin."

Nina said and rushed towards the dorm. The others, including you then headed to the meeting room.

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After all the members had assembled in the meeting room, your company's producer entered inside. You looked around the meeting room and there were a lot of people there, including the staff members and your choreographer, Mr. Jung.

Then your eyes landed on the figure who entered the room right behind the producer. He was tall, young and handsome. He captivated your attention, never in your life did you see such a handsome person.

You were busy admiring him when you noticed that he was staring at you. You got embarrassed and turned away. The only thing you missed to see was a small smirk that formed on the handsome man's face.

"You all are here I see, great. I had to give very important news to you all."

PD nim started his speech.

"So as you can see Mr. Kim here, from today he is the producer of my company. As you can see I'm not really well these days and I don't even have enough money to manage this company. So I thought it would be better for me to leave this position. I am sure you all know Mr. Kim so he'll take my position from now on."

Do I know him?

PD nim finally ended his long speech. Truth to be said I'll miss him. He was really a great person and he used to understand your problems. It's always the good ones who leave us.

Your eyes once again fell on Mr. Kim or whoever he is. You found him checking everyone out from head to toe. Some of the people present in the meeting room were literally shivering from his stare.

Once again his eyes fell on you and a small smirk formed on his face. This time you noticed it. He really gave bad vibes to you. At the end you came to the conclusion that he is a person you should maintain your distance with.

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Taehyung POV:

I entered the meeting room totally uninterested. I thought that my manager w5ill handle it but my friends forced me to come here. I just wanted this to be quickly over and return back.

As I entered the room behind the old man, I found a lot of people gathered there. I had no interest in anyone until my eyes fell on a particular person. It was a girl, she looked to be around 17 or 18 years old. I saw her checking me out. Obviously no one can resist me.

When my eyes fell on her I felt a weird feeling inside my stomach. It's not like I have never been with a girl, I have a different girl on my bed every night. But I never found anyone as attractive as I found her. Is this what they say about love at first sight? Maybe...

She caught me staring at her and she turned away. Unknowingly a small smirk appeared on my face. After all coming here was not a bad decision at all. I really need to give my friends a gift to convince me to come here. If I were not here maybe I would never meet my doll. Yes, my doll, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to ruin.

"So as you can see Mr. Kim here, from today he is the producer of my company. As you can see I'm not really well these days and I don't even have enough money to manage this company. So I thought it would be better for me to leave this position. I am sure you all know Mr. Kim so he'll take my position from now on."

The old man gave his speech but the whole time my eyes were on her. Soon, I will make you mine, my doll and no one can take you away from me. It seems that I have to come here every day from now on.

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You were inside your dorm discussing the new producer matter with your group members. You could really get to know what the others opinions are about the same.

"I'll really miss PD nim."

You commented, Nina just shrugged.

"I will definitely not miss him when a person like Mr. Kim is the new producer."

Sooyoung said.

"I wanted to meet him for so many years but I never thought I'd get an opportunity to meet him for real. I guess I am really lucky."

Hyejin said and started to fangirl over Mr.Kim.

"I just wish to talk to him for once."

Nina said and everyone started to fangirl over Mr. Kim. What's so special about him? Is he famous? You never in your life heard about him.

"Who is Mr.Kim? I mean what does he do? Is he really popular?"

You asked. As soon as the words left your mouth, all the other members eyes popped out, Haeun choked on her food.

"WHAT?"

All the other members yelled at the same time.

"Y/Nshii how could you not know him?"

Hyejin questioned.

"Nina is from Australia but still she knows him."

Haeun commented. So that means he is really famous but you had no idea about his existence. Guess what you should have watched more news than watching Doraemon while growing up.

"He is the most famous businessman in Korea. Every single person who lives here knows him? From which planet are you that you don't know him?"

Sooyoung said.

"The only thing Y/Nshii knows is Doraemon."

Haeun teased you, you slapped her at the back of her head. You were the closest to her in the group.

"There is a rumour that Mr. Kim Taehyung is the famous mafia leader V."

Mafia-what?

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Time Skip:

Five months passed and your group had a total of two comebacks now and even won your first award almost two months ago. Your group is doing quite well and you could not be more happy.

The only problem was Mr. Kim never left a moment to make you feel uncomfortable but luckily you are successfully avoiding him. Another thing that happened in these few months was you receiving expensive gifts and love letters.

At first you thought it was cute but slowly it was getting creepy. You informed this to your members and they said it must be a saesang of your. As your group got really popular so this could be possible. They asked you to report it to Mr. Kim but the problem is you want to avoid him at any cost. So you decided to let it go.

"Y/Nshii Mr. Kim requested you to come to his office immediately."

A staff member informed you and you choked on your food. What does he want from you?

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"Sir please may I come in?"

You knocked on the door and asked.

"Come in"

You heard the deep voice of Mr. Kim from inside. You hesitatingly entered the room, there you found Mr. Kim is having a conversation with another man equally handsome as him.

Why are all his friends so handsome ?

As soon as Mr. Kim noticed your presence and he instructed the other man to leave from there. The other man followed his order but before he left, his smirk formed on his face as he saw you. His friends are weird too.

"Sit down miss Y/N"

Mr. Kim instructed you, without even thinking you sat down in the chair right in front of him. This is the effect he had on everyone.

"So miss Y/N, what does being an idol mean to you?"

His question shocked you. Why is he asking something like that?

"Sir, it means everything to me. It was my dream since childhood to become an idol."

"What if you get kicked out of the company?"

He said with an evil smile on his face.

"What do you mean sir?"

"What if I kick you out?"

"You won't do that?"

"I can do anything I want, doll."

He said, your eyes got teary. Why is he saying something like that? Will he really kick you out? You did nothing wrong so why?

"Please sir, don't do that?"

You pleaded with him, tears rolling down your face.

"I won't but you have to do something for me."

You looked at him with eyes filled with hope.

"You have to sleep with me."

Wha- how can he be so shameless? He threatened to kick you out so that he could sleep with you.

"NO, I won't do something like that. I'll report you. How can you ask such a thing from me?"

You yelled at him but instead he started to laugh like a crazy person. He didn't take your words seriously.

"My doll, you're so innocent. I think you don't know me. I have enough power to ruin your career and your whole family. I'll give you two options- first, sleep with me and I will let you do anything you want. Second, you can say no and I'll ruin your career and make sure to bring your family on the streets. So choose wisely, I'll give you ten seconds to choose."

You came with so many dreams and never expected your life to take such a turn.

"1"

You have two choices either to choose your dignity...

"2"

Or to choose your career and your family.

"3"

"4"

"5"

Time was passing but you still couldn't make your choice.

"6"

"7"

No matter which option you choose, you'll be the one who will suffer.

"8"

You decide what you have to choose.

"9"

"First"

You paused.

"I chose the first option."

"Good choice, my doll. Today sharply at 8pm, meet me at xxxx hotel."

He said with a smirk on his face. How much do you want to wipe that smirk of his face? But you are nothing in front of him. He can ruin you with the swipe of his fingers. You are completely at his mercy.

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You knocked at the door. You tried to stay strong but you were crying internally. The members asked you where you were going at this time and you lied to them, saying that you are going to visit a friend.

The door then opened revealing the devil himself. You hesitatingly entered inside and he closed the door behind you. This night will seal your fate. You felt disgusted at him but you felt more disgusted at yourself.

"Strip"

He ordered. You know what it meant but you just stood silently in the middle of your room. Your head hung low.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Your eyes went to Mr. Kim, his shirt was gone exposing his upper body. You saw him pulling down the zip of his trousers and you turned away.

"Will you strip yourself or do you want me to do that for you?"

Your hands then went to the back of your dress and you pulled the zipper down. As soon as you did it the dress fell from your body revealing your undergarments to him. You felt exposed and a drop of tears rolled down your eyes.

"You are so hot, my doll."

He commented and found him just in his boxers checking you out from head to toe. You saw him approaching you and you tried to move away from him. But before you could do anything he came to you and picked you up in bridal style. He took you to the bed and laid you down on the bed.

He quickly hovered over you and teared your undergarments off. Leaving you completely bare for his eyes to see. Suddenly he got up, you sighed in relief. Maybe he found your body ugly so he left.

Then your eyes fell on him, you found him taking out something from the pocket of his trousers. You know what it is. He came towards you and pulled down his boxers. You just laid back surrendering to your fate.

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2 and half hours later:

With a final thrust he c*med in the c*ndom but did not pull out from you. You were tired after hours of continuous s*x. You have no energy left and you feel sleepy.

He kissed your forehead and pulled himself out. He laid beside you and admired you. You looked like a beautiful mess all thanks to him.

"Now no one can take you away from me my doll."

That was the moment you realised it was not a one time thing. You are stuck with the devil beside you forever.

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8 Years Later:

Your group finally disbanded a month ago. Your and the members with all the hard work made the group really big. You won a lot of awards and had a huge fandom. As an idol you could not be more happy.

But the smile you put in front of the camera and front of anyone is fake. Taehyung is the only person with whom you are your real self. You were forced to smile in front of your fans, the members, friends and most importantly your parents. When you feel like crying from inside. Your fans thought your life is perfect but they don't know what you had to go through and will never know.

You could not even reveal his real face to anyone. Though you are very popular right now you are not as powerful as him. After all he is the infamous mafia leader V. He threatened you to kill your family and friends if you go against him. You know he is a heartless person, he can do anything he wants. It's not like he never killed anyone in front of you.

Just after your group disbanded, Taehyung revealed your relationship. In front of the camera it looked like a cute love story. Many fans supported you but some fans didn't like the age gap between you.

"Jagi, should we tell them the good news."

Taehyung said grabbing your attention. Good news- yes you are pregnant. A week ago you and Taehyung got married and now you are going to become the mother of his child. Even though you hate him you can't hate the child. Maybe the child will be the only sunlight in your life after it is born.

"Jagi-"

You just nodded your head in agreement. You have nothing to do, you are stuck with him forever.

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[theharrowing]

nobody needs a reminder that you'r gay but why not keep that to yourself rather then add it into every single story and then make these weird posts about it that seem to be making fun of those of us who have no interest in reading about it? its bad enough that you made the members gay for each other but i cant see myself in a gay main character and youre comfortable with ruining a story that some of us have been reading for years

ANON, HI!!!

wow omg thank you so much for sharing your fascinating opinion with me. you are so right that you are not represented enough in cishet content omg your life must really be difficult. 🥺🥰🥰

as per my master list:

❣  I write a lot of queer & poly characters, and even in my member x reader stories, there are often member x member side ships & threesomes. If that’s not your cup of tea, then this probably isn’t the place for you, babe!

some excerpts from Collateral chapter 17:

(Hwasa's real name is Hyejin, in case you missed that detail from the last update.)

Although you are surrounded by beauty in a place like Paradise, nobody steals your attention like Hyejin. Her beautiful diamond-shaped face is always made up with sharp black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. With wide, dark brown eyes that pierce into your soul, all it takes is one pointed smirk, and you are practically melting to her feet. She is always dressed a little revealing, showing enough skin that your eyes continuously trail back to her, just to get another glance.

You understand why men wage wars over love and lust. Hyejin is living proof of why so many sonnets and classic literature pieces are steeped in maniacal desperation over a woman some lonely man saw at a passing glance one time. 

Although you turn your head in the direction of Jimin’s voice, your eyes stay on Hyejin as she struts over to the bar where Jeongguk is leaning forward on his elbows, getting his attention by draping herself over him and slamming her hip against his side.  “Hmm?” you finally ask when seeing the two of them standing side-by-side has your cheeks feeling entirely too warm, though it still takes a few stray seconds to pull your gaze to Jimin.  He has one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, and he tongues the inside of his cheek, making you feel even more embarrassed. You are only human…what does he expect from you?

“Gonna start calling you fawn instead of dove,” Jimin teases, and you snicker at the wordplay, unwilling or able to deny you have been fawning over Hyejin since the moment you met her. 

Hyejin pouts and it sends your heart haywire, making you nearly cave. “I want to see your moves,” she says in a sweet, baby voice that has you floundering for words—deciding that you would probably do anything to satisfy her. 

“Listen, I’m not here to break up whatever is going on between my favorite girls.” Jeongguk says, gaze on you as he raises an eyebrow and adds, “I just didn’t know our doll swings both ways.” Feeling indignant and a little claustrophobic, you shrug away from Jeongguk’s arm and give his shoulder a shove.  “For your information, I go…all ways…” you mutter with a grimace, trailing off because you do not owe him an explanation. Labels for sexual orientation may work for some, but they have never been your thing; you like people for people, and it is as simple as that. Defensive, you add, “But she was just giving me a friendly little kiss on the cheek, so it doesn’t matter.”

and the entire scene with them in the dance cage like HELLO LMAO I MADE IT VERY CLEAR THAN MC IS NOT STRAIGHT. hopefully this is enough evidence that you either chose to ignore what i wrote OVER A YEAR AGO or you have non-existent rizz and didn't realize they have been FLIRTING??????

reading about your pussy getting licked by a man is not going to be different from reading about getting your pussy liked by a woman. i promise you are not going to die. but i also won't miss you so idk bye!!!

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

the ride on the way back home is quiet, but you have so much to say, so much on your mind. you’re sure yours and hyejin’s friendship is over and thinking about jungkook’s harsh and untrue words only deepens your embarrassment, but that’s not the worst part. the worst part was when he looked hyejin in the eye and said: “This friendship of yours is over now.” he didn’t look for your approval—he told hyejin off, grabbed you, and walked away. you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at hyejin on your way out but you could hear what she was thinking: ‘she’s so pathetic.’

so, here you are cursing your boyfriend out for embarrassing you the way he did. except, it’s all in your head since the look on his face loudly exclaims how pissed off he is. you thought it wasn’t a big deal—when jungkook goes out with his friends you never question him. you never question his intentions or his claims of ‘knowing what’s best for you.’ you question none of it. you decide to take a page out of hyejin’s book and say something. “jungkook? that…that wasn’t nice. i understand that i’m pregnant and-and you want to monitor me but you didn’t have to treat hyejin like that”

this is your way of ‘taking a stand,’ but jungkook scoffs and keeps driving. you’re in big trouble when you get home and something tells you he isn’t going to be too merciful. pregnant or not, you still need a reminder of just who is in control and the center of your world. this is his world, remember? you just so happen to be living on it.

~🫧

Once you both get home he storms into the house, following after you and he slams the door shut, the cringey noise takes you by surprise but Jungkook thinks that the door should be the least of your concern right now.

“Sit. Down.” He speaks through gritted teeth stopping you in your tracks and he points to the couch, you look at him hesitantly but nonetheless, you listen to him and sit down on the couch.

Jungkook folds his arms over to his chest, he takes a look at your face and it almost tugs at his heartstrings because you look nervous and a little disappointed

But, his anger is definitely clouding his judgment right now and he doesn’t think that he did anything wrong

“Now. You will listen to me and you will not interrupt me until I’m done talking and then I will listen to you and I won’t interrupt you. Okay?”

He takes a moment to compose himself as he tries to let go of his anger by exhaling out loud

“Look, I have no interest in monitoring you. What do i have a problem with is that you didn’t even bother to text me or call me.” He begins.

There is a lot of tension.

“So I want to ask you yn. What the fuck is wrong with you? WHAT THE FUCK— WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? If you could’ve just messaged me or called me this mess could’ve been avoided, but you have to act so fucking dumb.”

Hello no, he cannot control his anger

He’s snarling as he thinks of your new friend

“That woman? She’s not good for you. You better listen to me because I am not in the mood for you to defend her. I hate how she was literally manipulating you against me, even I haven’t done that.”

He gets down on his knees, right in front of you

“And baby… do you know what was the worst part?” he gives you a cruel smile.

He takes a break between speaking and just stares at you.

“The worst part was that you didn’t defend me once I was waiting for you to speak up like you do in front of me, but you didn’t. You have disappointed me, and now you will be punished.” He growls.

He laughs, “no i’m not gonna take your phone away because that’s just childish as fuck.” His hands grab your legs and he begins to take your skirt off.

“Now.. be a good girl and don’t struggle. He spreads your legs, I’m gonna torture you with my tongue.” Once he’s finishing his sentence his hands are on your panties.

He slides them down, but you don’t dare to stop him.

“Yknow? What’s the difference between you and me when it comes to our friends? I tell you every single thing about them and whatever we talk about. But you don’t, you’re becoming secretive and I don’t like it.” He speaks in a dangerously low voice.

Jungkooks not wrong.

“Now, I’m gonna teach you a lesson. You will never forget. You better understand that I am the center of your world. I will teach you that I will remind you that.”

And he dives his tongue straight into your heat, his tongue immediately attacking your clit, his hands spreading your legs wider as the room falls silent.

Only your shocked breathless gasps can be heard.

[jananakookie]

Beauty Drabble | Jungkook's confession

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Reader)

Genre/Tags: established relationship; fluff, a little bit of humor

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Taehyung comes home to find you fighting with Jungkook, who has to tell him something.

☞ This is a drabble for my Beauty Series but it can also be read on its own!

Jungkook's confession

It is already dark when Taehyung comes home from work and he is looking forward to nothing more than a quiet evening with you and his daughter after a long and stressful day at work.

That this will not be granted to him today, however, becomes clear to him the moment he unlocks the front door and hears you and Jungkook in a heated argument.

He cannot understand every single word you're saying, but immediately hears Jungkook's distress in his voice as well as your annoyance. And as soon as he enters the living room and his gaze falls on you two, he almost wishes he had turned around and run to Namjoon instead while he still had the chance.

It’s too late now because Jungkook's huge eyes almost seem to fall out of his head when he catches sight of him, and you turn around as well, an expression of pure irritation on your face.

“Thank goodness you're finally here. Maybe you can calm him down or at least explain to him that he's overreacting,” you sigh, quickly accepting his kiss before sending a glare to Jungkook once more and storming out of the room, to let Taehyung deal with him instead.

“What’s going on, is it the ghosts again?” Taehyung laughs before offering his best friend a teasing grin. “How many more times, Jungkook, your room is not haunted, it's just the neighbors being extra loud during sex,” he explains feeling tired because it’s not the first time he has had to have this talk with him. “By the way, I don't know who they're trying to prove something to here. Should we feel intimidated or something? We can be happy Hyejin hasn’t noticed anything yet—”

“No, that’s not it,” Jungkook interrupts him. “You’re probably going to punch me when I tell you what this is about,“ he then adds while pouting like a little kid.

Taehyung frowns, suddenly growing concerned at the way Jungkook behaves. “What did you do this time?”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything first because it was an accident, but I can’t forget about it and I feel so bad. I can’t keep this from you. I saw ___ naked.“ He suddenly bursts out, just as you come walking around the corner again, clearly having heard him, judging by the sigh that leaves your lips. You’re carrying a glass of water in your hands and take a sip from it while you just stand there, next to your boyfriend who wraps his arm around your waist, looking between you and Jungkook in confusion.

“What?“ Taehyung’s frown immediately grows deeper. Not out of jealousy or anything but because he doesn’t get what’s going on here.

“Jungkook, for the last time. I was not naked,” you say, sounding completely done with him before you look up at Taehyung. “I had a towel on,” you quickly inform him, noticing the still remaining frown between his eyes.

“That’s literally the same�� Jungkook tries to argue but is immediately shut down by you holding up your hand with a simple “it really isn’t.”

“Okay, so is anyone going to explain or what?” Taehyung asks, sounding almost amused.

“Nothing happened. I just took a quick shower and Jungkook barged in when I was about to change since he apparently doesn’t know how to knock on a door,” you complain, looking at the youngest one poisonously.

“Uhm excuse me? I never had to knock in my own home before. Also, I think it’s your fault for not locking the door. I mean, come on.” Jungkook argues, throwing an equally as judging look your way.

“I mean, I kind of have to agree with him here. Why didn’t you just lock the door?” Taehyung asks you, barely able to suppress an amused laugh from the way the two of you look so annoyed with each other.

“Because I didn’t know he’d be home so soon and I always leave the door unlocked in case Hyejin needs me or something. It’d be unsafe to look her out in case of an emergency.”

“That does make sense,” Taehyung agrees, looking at Jungkook once again. “I’ll give her the point.”

“But aren’t you mad?” Jungkook asks, looking at him a little puzzled.

“No. I’m amused by your distress,” he laughs.

“He screamed like a little girl,” you join in, suddenly finding comfort in making fun of Jungkook who is not amused in the slightest.

“I didn’t scream. If anything I… yelped. And only because I was surprised, that’s all.“ He tries to defend himself, not coming up against his friends’ laughter. “Anyway, I’m just glad you’re not mad at me for violating her privacy or something.”

“It was an accident,” Taehyung shrugs. “And she had a towel on.”

“Exactly. I really don’t see what’s the deal with you, you’ve literally seen me in a bikini before which showed way more than the towel I had on. It was a huge towel,” you reason, still not getting why he was so unnerved by the sight of you in a simple towel that even reached past your knees.

“Seeing a woman dressed in a bikini is so not the same as seeing her in nothing but a towel right after she took a shower. That’s common sense, ___, everybody knows that.” Jungkook explains, sighing right after as if to express even more how obvious it is. It isn’t though. At least not for you.

“Why?” You even take a look at your boyfriend to see if he has a clue but he doesn’t really seem to follow Jugkook’s thought process either.

“Oh, ___, please.” Jungkook groans. “No one cares about bikinis, but coming home to catch your best friend’s girlfriend in nothing but a towel - that’s how porn starts.”

As soon as he explained his reasoning to you, you turn around to leave, wondering how you could believe for even a minute that he would be able to give you any other reason than this.

Even after all this time, you still have some faith in this guy even though he always ends up disappointing you. You really hope he’s aware of how much his friends actually love him if they still put up with him.

“Okay, I know I said I’m fine with it, but I’m not so sure anymore. Please stop sexualizing her,” Taehyung says, debating if Jungkook is being serious or if he’s fooling around.

“I’m not gonna lie, it was an erotic sight for sure.”

“Hey, shut up,” Taehyung whines.

You've already reached the kitchen, deciding you had enough Jungkook for today. You can still hear them bicker but decide to let them work it out among themselves.

[be-netz]

— NOW PLAYING: NEXT GEN EPISODE 2

the day of the evaluation… captions overlay the scene of six judges finding their way to their seats in a relatively plain set, a small stage before them obviously prepared for the contestants they’re here to judge today. YOON JIHUN is the first to enter with SEO RAN close behind, idly chatting with YOOJUNG who enters with her as they find their seats at the judges’ table. J-YOON is next to enter, greeting his ceo and the other judges before quietly taking his seat. is he the loner of the group…? the captions assume, though the thought is quickly discarded when YUNA and BOM enter together, arms interlocked as they whisper something between them before taking their seats as well.

“so,” jihun is the first to address the group as a whole, placing his attention in particular on the three judges who also helped train the idol wannabes during the last several days. “what should i be looking most forward to today? any surprises?” he clasps his hands together and leans forward against the table as if in anticipation.

a soft smile crosses yoojung’s face. “there’s a lot of talented dancers in this group. and a lot who are not, but made huge improvements in a very short time. i think some of them will manage to surprise you.” 

bom, on the other hand, simply scowls. she says nothing and instead, the editors add in a few clips of a similar glare on her face when working with the contestants during their lessons.

“there wasn’t a big rap part in this song,” j-yoon admits with a shrug. “i think it’s something anyone with a basic understanding of music could pull off. but i’m interested to see what yoojung and bom made of the dancers and vocalists too.”

“shall we see our first contestant, then?” RHEE JIAN appears on stage, ready to introduce the contestants one by one to the judges. “they’re all waiting so nervously backstage. after working so hard these last several days, let’s call them in right away.” though her words are surely part of a script, the judges all nod their heads as if giving approval for judgment day to begin.

“those who ranked low during their auditions have the most potential for growth, so today we’ll go in order from who ranked last to first place. which means the first performance of the day will be… LEE NOEL,”

a short clip of noel entering the stage and bowing to the judges is shown before being replaced by scenes of a practice room and noel rehearsing with other contestants. it’s group dance practice and the editing makes it seem as if noel is making mistake after mistake and the doom and gloom of the editing is punctuated by tense sound effects and music. “i placed last,” noel’s voice cuts over the sounds before the scene of him in the interview room takes over the compilation of his mistakes. “while it doesn’t bother me, i do want to prove that i deserve more than last place.” clips of noel practicing with other participants show then; practicing vocals with hyejin and dohyun, and dance with seojun.

the scene changes again, now back to the stage in front of the judges, and noel performs my turn in front of the group. no comment is made by either the judges or the captions and silence follows the conclusion of his performance, the only sound heard the breathing of the contestant who just performed.

“lee noel,” it’s jihun who picks up his microphone first to give his evaluation of the performance after the tense quiet, “do you really want to be here?” his words are harsh and his expression not much kinder. the camera zooms in on noel’s face for his reaction to the criticism.

“your performance isn’t memorable at all. aren’t you nervous? don’t you want to do well? your attitude doesn’t seem to reflect that. we invited you to participate in this show despite hundreds— no, thousands of auditions. do you even care?”

“he’s angry,” the microphones catch ran whispering to yuna.

yoojung picks up his microphone next, his expression rather serious though softer than the last speaker’s. “noel, you auditioned with dance and you definitely improved with practice over these last several days. it’s good to know that you can learn and make adjustments when we give you critique. but there’s a lot of good dancers in this competition. i don’t know if you can surpass them if you want to rise above your current rank.”

“you should understand that your place on this show is in danger,” bom, as usual, does not mince her words as she speaks directly to the young man.

“as a not very good dancer and far from a good singer, it felt like i had to learn two things at once,” noel’s interview comes back to the screen, sad music playing as if to garner sympathy for the young man. “i guess that was the most difficult thing, everything at once.”

it’s jian’s face that takes up the screen next, smiling to the camera despite the harsh critique from the last performance. “our next contestant is HWANG BADA,” she announces as the camera zooms in on the girl entering the stage, looking a bit nervous as she does so. ran tries to send her an encouraging smile from the judges’ table.

“the cameras are a bit nerve-wracking, don’t you think?” bada’s voice plays over the scene of her very intentionally meeting the eyes of the judges. “before this, i just worked at my family’s store.” the scene shifts to bada in the practice rooms, rehearsing with hyejin, stevie, haein, and in the group lessons. “i’m going to give it my all. my performance may not be the best, but it’s definitely my best.”

unfortunately, no sooner does the music start does bada make a mistake. she misses the first beat and the camera focuses in on yoojung wincing at the error. the mistake is played again, though this time it shows she recovers and pushes through. she’s out of breath, her voice cracks, but she still continues on. the camera focuses on bom, whose expression is hard to read.

“bada,” it’s ran who speaks first this time her voice gentle and words mostly kind, “you know, right? it wasn’t a perfect performance. but what we’re looking for more than perfection is your potential. how much did you improve from the last time we saw you? were you able to take critique, to ask for help when you needed it? this is a program to discover talent we want to sign to our companies and continue to nurture. no one is expecting you to be ready to debut tomorrow.”

“your voice was better in practice,” it’s bom who speaks next, the editing of the scene alluding to tension as if bom will rip the girl’s performance to shreds. “but that’s to be expected. you have a lot to learn still. what i liked about your performance is that despite your mistakes, you did not give up. tenacity is an important trait to have as a trainee and an idol.”

“did you just say something nice to someone?” yuna picks up her microphone to tease bom, who just smiles and laughs a bit in return. “you worked hard bada,” yuna congratulates the girl despite the flaws in her performance. “like the others said, there’s still a lot to learn. but you seem eager to learn it, and that’s all we can ask for. great job.”

warm music plays as bada takes her leave from the stage before showing a short compilation of her last several days of training. most notably, a clip of her in tears contrasts a clip of a smiling, laughing face. keep working hard, bada! the captions cheer her on.

“up next, a mysterious man who tends to keep to himself, GEUN WONJAE,” rian announces. the scene changes to a series clips of wonjae sitting by himself during breaks in practice and rehearsing alone. 

“he looks tired,” j-yoon murmurs to no one in particular as wonjae takes the stage.

“was he up all night practicing?” yoojung wonders aloud, the other idols among the judges frowning seemingly in sympathy as they watch the young man ready himself for his performance.

wonjae makes the same mistake bada did, missing the first beat. his whole performance seems slightly off, as if his body is too tired and sluggish to respond the way he wants it to. he’s clearly frustrated by the end of his performance, the cameras catching the way his hands ball into tight fists by his sides.

“before we talk about your performance,” ran’s brow knits together as she speaks, seemingly genuinely concerned for the young man, “did you get any sleep at all last night? we know that everyone is working hard for this show but it’s important to get your rest when you can. when you’re tired, you can make a mistake and injure yourself.”

“i don’t think we can say much about this performance, to be honest,” jihun speaks next. “wonjae, we know that you did not show us your best side today. it’s not really fair to judge you based on this. i don’t think we can give you a very high score for this but i hope that you take better care of yourself going forward. we want to see the performer we recognized from your audition, not this.”

wonjae is dismissed from the stage and bom lets out a large sigh. “i wish we hadn’t started from the bottom ranks, actually. i think i’m wasting my time hoping for a big surprise.”

“next we’d like to welcome to the stage… SEO JUNHO!” jian is shown giving a small round of applause as the next contestant takes the stage. the cameras show him settling into position briefly before changing the scene, now showing his time preparing for this moment. he glares at himself in the mirror while he tries to perfect the routine. shots of the camera crews packing up and leaving while junho continues to practice late into the night are played with the caption he worked so hard for this moment… is displayed on the screen. a shot of his notes and annotations of the lyrics is shared with the audience. it’s clear that seo junho is one contestant who is taking this show very seriously. maybe bom will finally get the surprise that she’s hoping for.

junho’s performance begins without any long preamble. it’s immediately clear that his hard work has paid off; compared to the last contestants, his moves are much sharper, his voice much more stable. it’s not a perfect performance, but the editors show off his best moves multiple times, cut with the subtle impressed eyebrow raise from jihun himself. 

“i want to be the first to speak,” j-yoon hardly lets the music fade away before he’s picking up his microphone, “i feel like i need to apologize. i might have been to harsh on your during the last episode. you’ve absolutely made me eat my words since then,” j-yoon looks absolutely delighted to be proven wrong by the contestant, a smile lighting up his features despite his apology.

“i have to agree,” yuna speaks next. “i think your performance is the largest improvement we’ve seen in a contestant so far. it’s amazing, to be honest. you shone brighter here, with one chance to get it right, than you did in your audition tape with however many takes you put into that. great job, junho. we can’t wait to see what you do next.”

“LEE SEOJUN,” it’s not rian who calls his name but rather an unnamed staff member. the cameras are sure to pick up the way he jumps to attention, ready to take the stage in front of the judges. jian’s formal announcement is seen next, and after one more quick moment of seojun looking anticipatory for his turn on stage, finally he’s seen walking out in front of the judges.

“so many people have made this a lot of fun to be a part of,” seojun’s voice plays over clips of him practicing with wonjae, stevie, noel. it shifts to show several scenes with one person in particular, haneul. “my best friend, haneul, helped, since we practiced together as much as possible.” a soft filter and equally soft music plays as one last clip of the best friends practicing together is shown. a clip of seojun smiling softly in the interview room finishes off the segment.

with the week’s recap completed, it’s time to see the young man’s performance. it’s clear that he’s a confident performer on stage, his movements sharp and voice clear despite the choreography. even bom is seen nodding her head as she jots notes down about the performance. “i think we’re finally just getting to the better contestants,” she murmurs to her neighbor.

seojun’s performance comes to a close and a short round of applause is held for him. jihun picks up his microphone first. “to be honest, i think that this is the most complete performance that we’ve seen so far. you’re a strong dancer and while your vocals could use some work, they didn’t suffer terribly despite the dance. you did a good job.”

“i agree,” yuna nods along with jihun before chiming in, “there were a couple little pitch and support issues but nothing that some practice couldn’t fix. i think we judged you too harshly in the auditions. you definitely shine on stage, lee seojun. great job.” more happy music plays as seojun takes his leave from the stage and the judges look pleased with what they’ve been seeing so far.

the show must move along and jian is already announcing the next contestant to the stage: MOON CAMERON. he smiles as he greets the judges again and the camera focuses in on ran, who can’t help but smile back. “you think he’s cute, don’t you?” jihun teases her despite her pushing him away playfully and denying all accusations. “it’s interesting to have siblings on the show, that’s all,” ran insists.

scenes of a practice room where both siblings rehearse is shown before cameron’s performance can start. “i can’t let myself be too shown up by my little sister,” he says as the screen shows him playfully scolding his sister. “why did i find out you auditioned by seeing you on actual television?”

“seeing her throw her all into this has really pushed me to do the same,” a shot of cameron in the interview room is shown next, camera zooming in on that soft, brotherly smile he has on his face whenever he talks about his little sister.

cameron’s performance begins next, displaying excellent command over the stage that clearly comes from a place of experience. most notably, he sends a wink in the direction of the judges. yuna, ran, and yoojung all exclaim out loud at the gesture. “that was cute!” ran gushes and jihun only nudges her again to tease her lightly. the performance wraps up and all of the judges seem to have enjoyed it thoroughly despite it being the fifth time they’ve heard the same song. 

“you have much more experience than most of the other contestants in this show,” j-yoon speaks first, struggling to be serious despite the lingering smile from enjoying the performance so much. “to be honest, i think we’re holding you to a higher standard than the others. i’m not sure if that’s fair but we do want to see your max potential. you still have room to grow.”

“i think i speak for everyone when i say that we thoroughly enjoyed your performance,” yuna speaks next. “it’s fun to watch a performer who looks so at home on stage. there’s some issues with your singing that i’m sure bom will want to address,” the camera shows bom nodding briefly before returning to yuna, “but overall, a good show.”

as cameron is dismissed, the judges check their cue cards for who comes next despite jian’s announcements. “YEOM SARANG,” the emcee announces and the judges begin murmuring among themselves.

“i think he’s the best looking of the male contestants,” yuna comments.

“yes, but a pretty face does not an idol make,” bom’s stern manner never takes a break.

that said, it’s clear that sarang is popular among his fellow contestants. clips of him practicing with others rather closely are played and the captions and editing seem to be jokingly implying that even his fellow male participants have a crush on him. they show him winking at matthew, working closely with jinyoung. “i really enjoyed learning not only from the coaches, but from the friends i’ve made here as well,” sarang’s voice carries over the compilation of clips.

more important than friendship is his turn to perform, however. he captivates the judges, even jihun neglecting to write too many notes as he watches and listens to the young man give his all into his performance of my name. “i’m confident in what i showed,” sarang’s voice can he heard again as he holds the finishing pose.

“let me be the first to speak,” yoojung is the first to pipe up once the spell has worn off. “sarang, you clearly have a lot of untapped potential and i think this particular song was a great opportunity for you. it suits you well. however,” the camera zooms in on sarang’s face for a reaction, the sound effects tense as if yoojung is about to drop a bomb on the situation. “you dance style did not suit the choreography at all. if you’re going to debut in a group someday, you need to be able to mold yourself to the concept. i didn’t always feel that i suited all of a.maze’s concepts, but they needed me to, so i did. you need to learn the same,”

“while i agree with yoojung,” yuna adds to the conversation, “i do want to make sure we commend you for your stage presence and performance overall. a great job, truly.”

if sarang was popular, then PARK STEVEN is basically a celebrity among the trainees. jian’s voice can be heard announcing his turn to perform as the camera shows him going around and greeting all of his friends backstage still waiting for their turns. next gen’s social butterfly, reads the captions. various scenes of steven working with other trainees, comforting them, crying with them can be seen.

“i’ll give it everything i got. no regrets from me!” stevie’s voice plays as he takes his place on stage. he begins his performance when prompted, the camera occasionally cutting to yoojung who nods, j-yoon who scribbles something down, and yuna who seems fixated on the performance with rapt attention. he finishes with a large smile and ran can be seen smiling back.

someone who is not smiling, however, is bom. “steven,” she speaks first among the judges, “i said it before and i’ll say it again. you need to take this competition more seriously.” she fixes him with a rather stern look and doesn’t stop there, “this is not daycare. we’re not here for you to have a playdate with your friends. when we scold you, it’s because we know you can do better. you should be doing better than this.”

a clip plays of stevie in the practice room, trying to lift his leg behind his head when he should’ve been rehearsing. suddenly his social butterfly tendencies don’t seem to be as much of an asset as they are a distraction.

“i have to agree with bom. you’re a good dancer. if you want to be a backup dancer and support our idols on stage, that’s fine. but that’s not what this competition is for. i hope to see more improvement from you moving forward,” yuna explains to the young contestant.

after so many male contestants, finally another female contestant is ready for her turn in front of the judges. “up next,” jian announces, “we’ll see RYU EUNKYUNG,” a shot of the girl raising her fist and mouthing a silent cheer is shown as she takes the stage. 

“over and over we’ve worked on this and you’re still getting it wrong,” the scene changes to eunkyung getting scolded by one of the coaches. in the next series of clips, it’s shown how many times she’s forgotten the lyrics or made a major mistake. “somehow it all goes out of my brain when i start to dance,” eunkyung’s own voice is heard as she makes yet another mistake on screen. will she be able to pull it off? the captions question her abilities, drawing tension as once again she’s shown on stage in front of the judges.

her performance begins. it seems that the whole world is watching with their breath held as they wait to see if she’ll make a mistake again or not. what she does instead is make little modifications to the choreography. she cups her hands against her face to send a heart instead of the “v” pose and a shot of ran cooing at the modification is shown before returning to eunkyung’s performance. the line she struggled the most with is coming, though. j-yoon leans forward in his seat, eyes narrowed as he waits. not only does she not flub it, she nails it. a sigh of relief seems to fall and j-yoon sits back, nodding his approval.

“you had me worried, eunkyung,” he speaks after her performance is finished, smiling now that it’s all over. “i’m glad you were able to work out your issues with the lyrics. overcoming obstacles is an important part of breaking into this industry. you’re going to have much more difficult challenges than this going forward.”

“to be honest, i think you’re center material,” ran speaks up, “i know, i haven’t said that to anyone else yet. you’re confident and while your skills could use some work, you’re doing an excellent job all things considered. keep up the good work.”

“so many cameras,” the translation of SATO KOU’s statement is shown in subtitles on the screen. the scene changes this time to kou in the interview room, where he once again says the same thing: “this is a lot of cameras.” is he camera shy? the captions question.

“we’re looking forward to kou’s performance,” jian announces. earlier that week… the captions interrupt the performance with a scene of the boy in a practice room, clearly frustrated even before he exclaims “i can’t do it!” clips of kou’s mistakes in dance practice play one after the other, highlighting all of his many errors. “i just wasn’t born with the ability to dance, you see. see? my arms just won’t listen to my head.”

“i’ve been practicing like crazy,” kou’s voice is heard while the camera returns to the scene in front of the judges. “i think i’ve improved a lot. at least i won’t look like an idiot on stage… i hope.”

the boy’s face lights up as he begins his performance and the judgest watch, paying careful attention to him. yoojung in particular seems anxious, having seen the boy in practice not all that long ago. “please don’t mess up,” he murmurs, barely loud enough that the microphones can pick it up. thankfully, kou doesn’t make a mistake and completes the performance without any major catastrophe.

“you had me so worried,” yoojung laughs the tension away as he addresses the contestant. “i’m glad that you were able to pull it off in the end and i hope that this is the end of your dancing woes. it’s a skill that you absolutely need if you want to be an idol. please, keep practicing.”

“i would’ve liked to see more improvement from you, though,” jihun remarks, a slight frown on his face. “you’re a decent singer, kou. but i feel like you just got lucky with your dancing here, based on what yoojung was telling us earlier. i hope that you can prove me wrong and show that it truly was skill.”

a scary contestant is next, the captions, in cold, shivery effect, appear on screen. “if i’m making you cry, you should quit now,” LEE NAYOUNG’s voice can be heard. “have you been practicing outside of lessons at all? do you even have your sheet of the lyrics? what are you doing here?” clips of nayoung confronting various contestants are played on screen. she’s scarier than bom, the captions claim, showing a side-by-side shot of bom’s glare compared to nayoung’s.

“please welcome lee nayoung to the stage,” jian announces the contestant dutifully. unlike the scary clips from earlier, nayoung is all smiles to the judges as she greets everyone politely. it turns out that she has a reason to scold the other trainees, her performance goes off not quite flawlessly but clearly more skilled than many of the contestants before her.

“did you know that people are saying you’re scarier than i am?” bom addresses the girl with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. “i was worried that you would be all bark and no bite. i’m pleased that you have the skill to back your words up. you could practice your stability more. but overall, good job.”

“i would caution you to try to get along better with the other contestants,” ran frowns into her microphone, “we understand this is a competition. but if you’re going to join one of our companies, we need to know that you’ll be a good fit with our current trainees. if you can’t get along with anyone, we’ll have reason to be concerned.”

LEE JINAE’s performance is next. it seems to breeze by with no context at all. “it was entirely unmemorable,” jihun points out to his fellow judges, who seem to agree. no one can even remember what she practiced all week.

completely on the opposite side of the spectrum is MIN HYEJIN. as jian announces her name, clips of her practicing with several different contestants play across the screen. matthew, noel, haein, bada, nayoung, saea, kou, and of course stevie are all seen practicing with the girl at different times. if stevie was the social butterfly of the boys, hyejin takes the title for the girls. “there were so many helpful participants and so many i made sure to lend a helping hand to as well,” her voice is heard over the clips.

her performance starts. there’s hiccups, like every contestant so far, but the cameras seem to focus on them much more than the others. the judges faces don’t look as excited about hyejin’s performance as they had about others.

“hyejin,” yuna sighs before continuing, “i understand that you worked with a lot of different people and spent a lot of time helping them. that’s great, and we love to see that sort of teamwork, but i think your performance suffered for it. you should have spent a little more time on yourself.”

“i want to remind you to mind your expressions too,” j-yoon adds. “you had moments where you were really good. but then you’d lose that and it was such a shame. i agree with yuna, i think you overextended yourself helping others. you should be more mindful of your time in the future.”

the scene cuts away from hyejin, indicating her segment is over, and instead focuses on jian again as she announces the next performance. “our next contestant ready to show you his skills is CHO HANEUL,” the young man is seen taking the stage and giving a polite bow to the judges. jihun smiles and nods approvingly; it seems he cares very much about the manners and attitude of all of the participants.

“if i’m really honest, i almost didn’t audition,” haneul’s voice is heard as he waits for the music to start. “i keep thinking if i should have done this or not,” clips of his practice sessions, including a sweet hug with stevie, play across the screen, highlighting all of the highs and lows of the last several days. “but might as well do my best while i’m here, right?”

the music starts and haneul’s performance begins. he’s an adept performer, singing and dancing solidly until the short rap part of the song comes up. when his pronunciation is slightly off on one word, the cameras zoom in on j-yoon scribbling something down in his notes.

“haneul,” j-yoon is the first to give his critique once the music ends and the contestant relaxes from his ending pose, “first of all, i want to praise you for trying something outside of your comfort zone. it’s clear you know how to sing and dance but rap was something new for you. that said, to be completely honest, i don’t think it’s something you should do anymore.”

ran’s eyebrows raise at the unexpected harsh critique from j-yoon, who ignores the looks he’s getting and continues. “let me be clear. you’re a good singer and dancer. i don’t think you need to rap. i understand it was part of this evaluation but i think going forward it would be better for you to focus on the things you’re already good at.”

“i get what j-yoon means,” jihun nods along as he speaks, “instead of wasting your time and energy trying to perfect something that honestly doesn’t really matter, focus on your other skills instead. i think that will take you farther in this competition. good job, haneul.”

the young man bows politely as he’s dismissed. “i like him,” jihun says aloud.

“don’t go picking favorites this early,” yuna warns playfully, “i might like him too.”

a shot of the waiting room takes over the scene. after a slow pan of the remaining contestants waiting for their turn, the camera zooms in on the next one up: PARK DOHYUN. he seems to be staring off into space. is he awake? the captions question as a sped-up shot of his fellow contestants and staff zipping around the waiting room plays while dohyun himself simply sits still. “learning the lyrics and dance… it was kinda like a bootcamp,” dohyun’s voice speaks over the scene. the editing makes it seem as if he’s a bit dazed and confused, as if the hard work of the past week has completely robbed him of any remaining branpower. 

in the next moment, jian is welcoming him to the stage in front of the judges. as the music starts, it seems that he hasn’t fully snapped out of his trance and misses his cue. he’s flushed in the face when he does get back on track. “is he alright?” ran whispers to yuna, who frowns in concern at dohyun’s performance.

when he finally reaches the end of his performance, he’s out of breath. a few silent moments pass before yoojung speaks. “dohyun, you’ve learned a lot in a short time,” he praises the contestant first, smiling encouragingly, “but to be honest, i’m concerned about you. are you feeling alright? are you ill?”

the camera zooms in on dohyun’s face as if looking for any ailment.

“this is a competition but you can’t be reckless with your body. i understand desperation to be signed and to debut. but certain injuries can’t quite be recovered from. you’re just starting to learn dance. don’t make it harder for yourself by getting hurt.”

“yoojung is right,” yuna speaks next. “we see your improvement, dohyun. i can’t say you’re a good dancer yet, to be honest. but if you can stay healthy, i think you can become one.”

with dohyun’s performance complete, the scene goes back to the waiting room. the crowd is getting smaller and smaller as more and more contestants take their turn in front of the judges. finally, it focuses in on the next performer: MOON JINYOUNG. he looks nervous or at the very least restless as he gets to his feet to pace, to practice the song and dance one more time, humming the melody as he runs through the movements.

he’s seen walking on stage as jian announces his name. “i’m fine. it just hit me, you know? this is real.” his voice is heard as he looks at the judges with his chin held high, masking any fear that he might have had going into this. jinyoung tests his voice once, twice, before assuming the starting position and waiting for the music to start. unlike the last performer, he doesn’t miss his start. but the problems start when he sings. the camera cuts to bom who can barely disguise a rather repulsed expression as she scribbles notes down in font of her.

jinyoung is red in the face much like dohyun had been by the time his performance comes to an end. 

“i heard that you’re a big fan of yoojung,” it’s ran who speaks first, not yet critiquing jinyoung’s performance but holding a conversation instead. a clip plays of jinyoung and sarang in a practice room together. “i want to be yoojung when i grow up,” jinyoung had said then. the scene returns to ran, who’s smiling at her fellow judge as she speaks to jinyoung. “it’s clear that you’re a talented dancer. maybe the best we’ve seen today. but dancing alone isn’t enough to be like your idol. yoojung is a talented singer too. to be honest, you have a long way to go in that area.”

“i’m disappointed, to be honest,” bom speaks up, barely looking up from her notes at the young man she’s addressing. “you did better in practice. there’s no excuse for what you showed us on stage today. if you want to continue in this competition, you need to be much better.”

the humiliated contestant bows as he says his farewell to the judges, bright red in the face. even he doesn’t look satisfied with his performance.

“up next,” jian is the center of the screen again, smiling as she reads the name off her cue card, “MOON SAEA, our little sister.” the scene changes to saea in the practice room, first bickering with her actual brother cameron, then hanging out with stevie, calling hyejin ‘unnie’, and even pouting in the interview room rather cutely. children’s music plays in the background, painting the girl with a cute, childish image.

however, that childish image changes abruptly when she’s shown standing in front of the judges, seemingly more cool and collected than the playful girl they had already shown in practice. as soon as the music starts, the performer takes over. yoojung can be seen nodding approvingly at her performance and even jihun seems to be impressed, brows raised as he scribbles a note down in front of him.

“first of all, i want to say that you put on an excellent performance,” jihun’s praise has been increasingly rare for the duration of this show, so the other judges are shown with rather surprised expressions as he compliments saea. “i think you already know and bom will likely say more than me on it but your singing still needs work. still, you held your own. learning these things in such a short time is difficult but you proved today it’s far from impossible.”

“you’re doing well at rap,” j-yoon adds as well. “is this your first time practicing and performing it? i think with practice and training, you might have a future in it. i’m excited to see what you’re capable of in the future.”

“we’re getting closer to last week’s number one,” jian takes over again as the show transitions to the next contestant. “next to perform for our judges is MATTHEW LUONG.”

“i’m very grateful for being ranked in the top ten, let alone the top five,” matthew’s voice is played over a scene of him in the waiting room, anxiously anticipating his turn. “i just was worried that i was going to let people down.” a shot of him approaching the stage is cut off by a practice room scene, matthew attempting to sing the song perhaps for the first time. it’s clear that he’s not yet a vocalist, making many mistakes during his attempt. “i don’t know if i want to go for the first place spot,” his voice is heard again, “i’m so nervous that i’m just going to disappoint everyone.”

the scene cuts back to matthew on stage, the judges staring at him expectantly. as the music begins, so does his performance. while his voice doesn’t compare to some of the stronger vocalists in the competition, he’s not all that bad and his top five spot isn’t undeserved. he seems to lose a bit of strength as the performance wraps up, and yoojung’s sharp eye is sure to catch that. the camera focuses on the judge after the music ends.

“how long have you been practicing singing?” yuna is the first to speak up despite the initial focus on yoojung. “was this your first time performing it seriously? you did a good job,” she smiles as she praises the contestant. “it was fun to watch you. it looked like you were genuinely enjoying your time on stage and as an audience member, that makes such a difference. i hope you continue to love performing. that will take you farther in this industry than anything.”

“your voice needs work,” bom can never seem to just give a compliment. “but you improved a lot in a short time. you need to work on your control and pitch. keep this in mind.” her words are short but at least they don’t seem as harsh as she’s been on others.

matthew is dismissed and the next contestant is called to the stage, announced by jian with another glowing smile. ZHOU AREN RENYI is looking rather pale in the face as he stands before the judges. “i know that people expect a lot because i was ranked so high. but truthfully, i don’t know why i’m ranked so high,” ren’s voice is played over a zoomed-in clip of his trembling hands.

“are you nervous, renyi?” jihun speaks before the performance begins. the camera just zooms in on the boy’s nervous face as an answer.

renyi’s performance begins. there’s obvious mistakes, he stops singing at one point entirely, and bom is seen scowling and writing notes down. ran leans forward in her seat, brows creased in concern. the judges all saw potential in this contestant; they just hope that he can live up to it. and in parts, he does. his expressions are good despite the obvious nerves, even biting down on his lip as the camera catches his face just right. but perhaps most surprising is when he stops dancing entirely near the end, instead singing the high note with full strength. bom’s brows raise in a way that’s hard to tell if it’s a good or bad thing. he continues the dance for the last bit and all the judges scribble something in front of them.

“you made an… interesting choice,” ran puts it more nicely than some of the other judges might have as they begin their verbal evaluation of renyi. “i understand that you’re not very experienced as a performer yet. but halting your dance so you could sing… it’s something that we incorporate into choreography for main vocalists at times, though it wasn’t part of this routine.”

“others were able to sing and dance during that part just fine,” bom’s harsh critique doesn’t soften for the clearly nervous boy, though perhaps she’s not as mean as she could be. “if you want to keep up in this competition, you should try to mimic the good parts of your peers and be better than their flaws. i’m not sure we saw a top three performance from you today.”

when renyi bows, he lurches forward, falling to a knee as he loses strength. immediately, all six of the judges spring to their feet. “are you alright?” yuna calls out to the boy as yoojung tries to escape the judges’ table to help the contestant to his feet. however, ren excuses himself and skitters away before anyone can reach him. “can someone go check on him?” yuna asks the staff. someone follows renyi out to make sure that he’s unhurt.

the judges still look somewhat unnerved by the nearly collapsed contestant when jian is announcing the next one up to perform, JUNG JOOMI. “his skillset is similar to renyi’s,” jihun points out, a small frown still on his face. unspoken worry seems to mingle through the group of judges.

it seems that the boys also have similarities in temperament as well and the scene changes to a practice room, captions explaining that this is the first day of practice for the mission. joomi is crying, stevie comforting him as best as he can. “i honestly… i didn’t know i could sing before coming on here,” his voice is played over the shot before it transitions to him in the interview room looking at anything but the eye of the camera. “i’m not confident but i’m glad i made it through.”

joomi’s performance is… well, it’s hard to say it’s anything close to good. his dance is a mess, his voice falters for the energy put into dancing, and overall it’s rather a disappointing performance from the second place winner. there’s a long silence between when the music ends and the judges start to verbalize their evaluation of the contestant.

finally, bom is the first to speak. and despite her harsh reputation, her words seem to be a bit softer. “i feel like we should apologize to you, joomi,” she holds the microphone with both hands as she looks directly at the contestant. “you’re a very talented singer but second place put a lot of pressure on you. i don’t think you were ready for that pressure. and we didn’t see the singer we all fell in love with today. i’m sorry for that, too.”

ran’s lips press tightly together as if she’s struggling to find the words as she raises her microphone as well. “today’s performance wasn’t good. but i’m sure you already know,” she has to be honest with him though it seems that the judges are treating him more gently than they’ve treated others. some contestants require tough love, some require gentle encouragement. “i hope you feel proud of what you’ve learned in the meantime. i think you have a lot to learn and a long way to go but i think you can get there eventually. we’re cheering for you, joomi!” she raises her fist in a silent fighting! and yoojung, j-yoon, yuna, and even jihun do the same to encourage the boy in front of them.

as joomi leaves the stage, jihun sighs. “that was a shame,” he sinks in his seat a bit. “i think you hit the nail on the head, bom. we put too much pressure on him before he was ready. part of developing talent is knowing when and where to apply the right amount of pressure.”

“our final contestant is our number one place,” jian takes over the screen and transforms the dull mood into something more anticipatory, more exciting. “please welcome to the stage our defending first-place, OH HAEIN!”

the girl’s smiling face is seen bright and cheery as she takes her place on the stage. jihun straightens up again and the rest of the judges shake off their dreary moods to watch with rapt attention. this is the defending champion, the most anticipated performance of the episode. next gen’s ace, the captions claim as clips of haein helping other contestants learn and perform their skills play across the screen. she seems adept in everything she does. the editing really hypes up her upcoming performance.

without making the audience wait too much longer, haein is shown again in front of the judges, the music starting. unlike some of the last contestants who didn’t live up to their placement, haein does. she smiles through her performance, she seems to shine on stage. the judges are thoroughly engrossed in the performance, watching closely and even forgetting to write down any notes as they simply enjoy the song and dance despite seeing it over twenty times already.

as the music comes to a close, the six judges give the contestant a small round of applause.

“as expected of our first-place,” yuna smiles into her microphone like a proud mother. “haein, you’re a very talented performer. any critique we have is relatively minor, which is a huge compliment to you and your abilities. i would just say to mind your expressions a little better. you were smiling but i’m not sure you were engaged the entire time. don’t forget the audience in front of you. they’re the ones you’re performing for.”

“we had a lot of talented performers today,” jihun cautions, “i’m not sure if you can maintain your number one position and be our female center but you’ve certainly made it a difficult decision for us. great work today. we’ll be excited to see your next performance.”

with that, the last contestant is dismissed and the judges are tasked with ranking all of the performers from first to last yet again. their discussion starts, clips of them moving photos around and commenting on various performances playing while tense music plays in the background.

finally, all of the contestants are called to the stage to reveal the rankings and centers for the mcountdown performance. “first, we want to congratulate all of you on completing the mission successfully and safely,” jian addresses all of the participants with a smile. “as much as we’d like to award all of you for a job well done, the judges do have to rank you accordingly and pick our centers. please turn your attention to the screen.”

on a large television screen at the back of the stage, the rankings are revealed one by one, starting by counting down from the top fifteen until they get to number five. then, ranks sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty are revealed. six contestants remain, five of them at the top, and the remaining in dead last. one by one, five, four, three, and two are revealed until just first and last place are left. both ranks are revealed at the same time.

“congratulations to SAEA and JUNHO, our official centers!” jian announces the rankings. time is given for the contestants to react to the news and congratulate the winners before the show continues. the contestants are told that the entire group will be performing on mcountdown next thursday, march 9th, and that some of their practice this week will be devoted to running the routine as a group and nailing down the blocking for the various parts. all contestants will record the male or female parts in full and the final song will be released for digital download on the same day as their performance.

“and of course, we have to introduce your next mission as well,” jian smiles at the contestants while the screen on stage changes from their rankings to a title card that reads teamwork evaluation. “you’ve shown us the talents you’re most confident in already but so far, all of our missions have been independent. we want to test how you work together in a team. our judges have split you into six groups based on what they feel your strongest skill is. this evaluation will be our first elimination round with two teams of the same skill going head to head. the winning team will be safe from elimination while the losing team will risk sending some of their members home.”

each team is announced and the songs they’re expected to perform introduced to them. jian explains that they’ll continue to have lessons with the coaches and that bom, j-yoon, and yoojung will be staying on the program as skill coaches for the remainder of the season.

“good luck to all of our contestants! remember, we’re looking at you to be the next generation of kpop. show us that you can shine!” the main theme of the show begins playing again as the episode ends.

[hopelessromanticdeviant]

The Rise, The Fall

Chapter 4: To Twilight or Not To Twilight

Chapter Summary:

“Okay, Jeongguk. I won’t argue with you on this one. I still want to live to be a hundred years old, you know.”

“Only 3-4% of humans live up to that age. But I don’t want to argue about it either. You’re free to have your own goals, as unrealistic as they may be.”

He was such an airhead; it was ridiculous. He simply didn’t know when to understand satire and when to joke, or have the tact to protect someone’s feelings for that matter.

Haru sighed and smiled, “Yeah well, I’m the bigger person here. I was the one who said they don’t want to argue about it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Jeongguk laughed, and Haru noticed his little dimples forming in.

~this is smut

Hearing her say his name felt foreign, yet welcoming. It was like hearing his name in the dialect of a new language, like uttering a word repeatedly until it started to lose all meaning in your brain.

He’d have never thought that she’d be making herself comfortable in his mansion, let alone saying his name over and over whenever she’d wanted to ask him something.

It felt…different. If ‘different’ was the proper way to describe the warmth he felt in his abdomen when being in her presence – then it definitely felt different. There were always peculiar feelings involved with his human, the little enigma whose soul had no color.

When abruptly, half of the ‘name-taking’ attention was divided between him and Hyejin. Since she’d invited the girl to herself if she seemed to have any questions that needed quick, direct answers. Jeongguk and Taehyung seriously lacked the human tact and patience required to explain such complicated things to a human. Hyejin stepped up as a livesaver this time.

“It’s good to keep regular touch. We don’t know what will happen if your soul decides to dissipate again like that,” Hyejin said to Haru, “You can come visit us after your classes and make yourself comfortable in the study; if you just want to study or relax for a while.”

“That’d be great,” Haru said more to herself than Hyejin, what with the surreal way a demon was telling her, a human, to cozy up in their lair. They’d shown zero signs of hostility or slyness, reassuring her that they were mostly safe.

In a corner stood Jeongguk, a little annoyed at the fact that the girl had slowly began talking openly to Hyejin and Taehyung too. The latter had gone about his business and as per their agreement, and was going to show up after a week with an immediate plan of action.

Jeongguk slowly slid out the room without letting the women know and went into his room. He could use up this spare time to read up more about the girl’s ‘soul-no-soul’ situation.

“I’m sorry for talking like that about your feet,” Haru looked at the floor in guilt “But in my defense, I wasn’t even talking about you. I was talking about demons portrayed in the media I consume, just in general.”

“I got that after a while,” Hyejin replied, “after a few minutes of sobbing, that is,” smiling.

Haru seriously did not know if the woman in front of her was being satirical or that was just the way she talked. She stared at her for any hint of jest or spite, but couldn’t find either.

She didn’t know how to carry the conversation after that remark either.

“I’m a chimera,” Hyejin stated bluntly.

“What?” Haru asked, surprised, “like those hybrid people?”

“Yes. Except I was born out of a demon and beast mating. It’s an exceptionally rare occurrence.”

“Sounds so cool in theory,” Haru commented, “I thought only demons existed here from your realm but now you go talking about ‘Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them’.”

Hyejin chuckled at that comment.

“Yes, well…that’s just the way it is. Us demons, beasts, and spirits have to follow the rules of the mortal realm to house-in safely. Otherwise, our council of elders can throw us back to actual hell. To Mr. Satan or Lucifer, that is. Any name you might acknowledge him with.”

Haru was so relieved at having a girl to talk to. She didn’t even need to ask questions, because her questions were being answered within the conversation itself. All thanks to Hyejin; because just an hour later Haru felt like she was about to cry from all the confusion.

“I can’t help but ask anyway, even though I know the answer.” Haru asked, her curiosity piquing more and more. Is Mr. Satan good-looking; like the way he is portrayed in most media series? And why are demons made to look like humans?”

“Umm, I think you already know this, but no, he’s not good-looking at all. In fact, he’s the worst-looking creature someone might ever see; you’re still a mortal who doesn't know any better. Our demon bodies have similar attributes as our previous human incarnations, reminding us of our humanity while we dwell in the current human society.”

“You know what? That makes lots of sense,” Haru spoke, “Do you all – demons, beasts, and spirits live together or do you have singular territories?”

“We live in different territories, but spirits can be found everywhere,” Haru answered, “My case is different though. I don’t belong in any of those categories.”

Hyejin looked at the floor and grimaced, having re-opened an unhealed wound all over again.

“Huh? What does that mean, Hyejin?”

“My feet, Haru. Look at them,” Hyejin’s voice was shaky as it went down an octave, “I have nobody. I’m neither a demon nor a beast.”

Hyejin looked like she was exhausted of having a conversation over and over that led to nowhere.

“Hey…Hyejin,” Haru stepped forward and slowly reached out her arms to the poor woman, and engulfed her into a warm embrace, “It’s okay. I don’t see you that way at all. You already have Jeongguk and that dude Taehyung with you. Don’t say you have nobody.”

“I know. It just…hurts when everyone decides to just bring it out around me time and time again. Besides, Jeongguk and his brotherhood are the only people that have accepted me for who I am. They don’t pay heed to those bullshit filthy remarks some other demons we clash with usually spew.”

Racism and untouchability was a recurring theme in the devil’s realm, especially in the middle world where it was difficult to properly divide their domains.

“Shhh, shh. It’s kay. I’m sure you have a good bunch of people at hand that will stick with you no matter what. Besides, now you have me too. I’d love it if we could be good friends,” Haru suggested, smiling.

“I’d love that, Haru,” Hyejin replied, wiping the lone tear from her right cheek, “I was going to say I’m used to all this and don’t really cry over it anymore. But having a human comfort me just makes me sadder.”

Hyejin was pretty sentimental for a demon, but having to fight for your existence your entire life would make anyone pass off racism with a scoff. Even so, having a human suddenly acknowledge the fact that she was bullied, made her feel pitiful.

It was as if she lost all power in front of someone who was theoretically weaker than her.

“Hey now, that hurt,” Haru, “I know I’m not one of you but you can still use my shoulder.”

“I know,” Hyejin gave a small smile, “I didn’t mean it like that. Besides, you don’t know the reputation humans have in our realm. Not every demon is like Jeongguk and me. You must be careful with who you decide to acknowledge.”

Haru nodded in understanding.

“So Jeongguk and his brothers are like Twilight then?” Haru asked, piquing Hyejin’s ‘humans are so weird’ senses.

“What’s a ‘Twilight’?”

“Are you serious? You don't know about Twilight? I have to let you in on so much, now that we’re friends,” Haru sighed.

Hyejin could only raise her brows in anticipation as Haru began to roll up her sleeves.

The rest of the evening was spent by Haru showing Hyejin the latest social media trends, memes, anime, and the most popular movies. She’d began learning words like ‘fandom’, ‘cult-classic’, ‘memes’, ‘Instagram’, and so much more.

“You know what? I’ll get you my Twilight Extended Edition DVD collection when I come back tomorrow,” Haru suggested, happy to have a new girl-friend.

“I’m pretty sure I can watch the series on one of those apps you recommended.”

“No no no, you have to watch the DVDs I give you. You’ll never find Haru’s secret Twilight Extended Edition anywhere else, that much I can promise.” Haru was practically jumping at wanting to show Hyejin her Twilight Extended Edition series.

Hyejin laughed at the way Haru was so excitable when it came sharing the things she liked. It made her feel fond of Haru.

Just then, Jeongguk walked in, making a clicking noise with his automatic car keys, simultaneous with his car making a beeping noise outside at the parking area.

“It’s 7:30. Let me drop you home before it gets too late,” Jeongguk gave a firm look to Haru.

“Yes Haru, you should be back before it gets dark. Let Jeongguk-ssi drop you off. I’ll be eagerly waiting for your Twilight Extended Edition movies.”

Haru chuckled again at the last part, not in jest but in fondness.

Jeongguk suddenly looked at the both of them, out-of-the-loop.

“What’s a ‘Twilight’?”

The girls immediately looked at each other and chuckled.

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The car ride was mostly peaceful. Jeongguk’s black Mercedes barely made a sound on the road. Even the revving engine was silent.

Jeongguk took a few small glances at the girl as he drove. The girl had managed to break the ice with Hyejin, unsurprisingly. Jeongguk suddenly tensed up, being in a confined space with her all alone made him uncomfortable in many ways. Although ‘discomfort’ was not a way to describe it, somehow it was uncomfortable for him.

“Can I turn the heat on? I’m freezing,” Haru asked and reached out to press the button, her hand softly clashing with Jeongguk as he reached out at the same time, sending shivers up Haru’s spine.

“Your skin is so cold, Jeongguk,” Haru immediately covered for herself. The man beside her was excruciatingly beautiful, and having touched him suddenly made her nervous.

“Just like a Twilight,” Jeongguk clicked his tongue as he turned on the heat and put his hand back on the steering.

“They’re called vampires, Jeongguk,” Haru chuckled, easing off her previous tension, “Your signature look is pretty similar to some of them. All black and cold, sparkly white skin.”

“Sparkly white skin?” Jeongguk droned in wonder and looked at Haru.

Haru had slipped again. It was always difficult around men who were beautiful and didn’t know it. ‘Airheads’, she and Raemi called such men ‘airheads’.

“I said it in a good way,” Haru covered again, “it’s good skin. Many girls my age would kill to have skin like you, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk looked at her in surprise.

“Ah yes, I get it. But what’s the point of all the maintenance when you live only a feeble few decades.”

Haru was seriously stunned at his choice of words, so bold and simple. How did you explain to a demon something so basic and customary without blowing up at some point?

“Just like a Twilight,” Haru muttered under her breath.

“What’s that?” Jeongguk leaned in closer to hear her better, his breath fanning over the both of them in the cold, since the heat was just turned on.

“Well, you could say we’re just trying to make the most of our ‘feeble few decades’, Jeongguk. A few decades are enough for us to find contentment and joy in the little things,” Haru explained without being too bitter about his choice of words.

Why was the air so thin suddenly? There was no reason for them to argue over who was better or show contempt to human nature.

“Are you angry?” Jeongguk asked, holding a solemn face.

This dude seriously did not know how to hold normal conversations. He just insulted her existence and was asking her if she was angry.

Definitely a Twilight, she thought. Unaware of their own space as well as others. An airheaded one at that.

“No.” It was no use explaining something so trivial and simple to a demon. She’d just have to be sated with her previous answer and not go off on tangents like ‘how could you even say something like that, you asshole!’

Jeongguk pursed his lips and tried to gauge her current emotion, going nowhere with it. He continued to drive silently.

“Who else do you have with you – in your brotherhood, I mean – how many people do you have?” Haru decided to ask the questions herself.

Jeongguks lips curved into an unnoticeable smile, happy to be able to answer her questions again.

“We’re 7 brothers, with Hyejin as my subordinate. She’s not part of the brotherhood but an equally important member.”

“Will I get to see them in person?” Haru asked, “I’m still very disgruntled about the whole situation and can’t believe it all.”

“No. I really don’t think so, Haru.”

That was the first time Jeongguk had taken her name in front of her. It was just like any other word he had spoken, but he liked uttering it nonetheless.

Haru’s eyes slightly widened when she heard her name, but then she frowned.

“Oh, why? Is there a problem?” Scared was an understatement.

“You’re in a pretty uncertain position here, Haru. Nobody except Taehyung and Hyejin know about you. If word gets out about you, we’ll be held accountable at the council. I can’t risk getting my brothers in on this. The more people who know, the riskier it will be.”

That was the first time Haru had heard him speak for so long, altogether. Hearing him explain things to her like she was a docile little being felt familiar, a trait all airheaded men shared. One of them being her own father.

“Okay, Jeongguk. I won’t argue with you on this one. I still want to live to be a hundred years old, you know.”

Jeongguk chuckled at the sudden declaration.

“Only 3-4% of humans live up to that age. But I don’t want to argue about it either. You’re free to have your own goals, as unrealistic as they may be.”

He was such an airhead; it was ridiculous. He simply didn’t know when to understand satire and when to joke, or have the tact to protect someone’s feelings for that matter.

Haru sighed and smiled, “Yeah well, I’m the bigger person here. I was the one who said they don’t want to argue about it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Jeongguk laughed, and Haru noticed his little dimples forming in when he smiled wide enough.

She stared at him holding his expression for a bit longer, eyes traversing to the chisel of his jaw, his shapely nose, and beautiful, clear skin. She felt heat bubble up her cheeks as she tried to hold herself in her seat.

It’s a demon, she reminded herself. Not a beautiful man, but a demon.

Jeongguk parked the car in front of her house; her neighborhood had a quaint little parkway for him to position his car. A few kids were playing with a football around the block.

Haru got out of the car and hurried to the driver’s seat.

“Jeongguk, wait. I have to lend Hyejin my Twilight Extended Edition series!” she was panting as she ran inside her house, “I’ll be back in a minute, just wait for me!”

Jeongguk sighed and waited, but then decided to wait outside the car.

Abruptly, a football came hurtling his way. He swiftly kicked it into a distance before it could collide with his body.

A boy with transparent-framed glasses came running to him, annoyed.

“Hey, dewd. You just kicked our ball into Mrs. Cho’s backyard. How are we supposed to get it back? She’ll kill us if a single blade of grass is put off in her lawn.”

Jeongguk hated kids. No, he really despised them. They came after you with their slimy hands, snotty noses and looked at you as if you were responsible for everything around them.

“Yeah well, you shouldn’t have kicked your ball at me then. You can tell your Mrs. Cho to suck it.”

“Hey, that’s going over the line!” Another ball came crashing at Jeongguk which he kicked it into Mrs. Cho’s backyard, yet again…

“What the fuck, Dan-ah” Kid One spat at Kid Two, “You just saw him kick the ball at Mrs. Cho’s lawn and you threw it at him again?”

Kid Two laughed nervously, “I kinda, too, wanted to target practice at him. He really is wearing all-black. Wow. And he has a Mercedes.”

How far would Jeongguk have to punt the kids for them reach the Sun? It seemed easy enough. He could just whip his leg on one without a sound and no one would ever know Kid Two just went on a one-time trip to the Sun.

“What did you just say?” He picked both the kids by their collars and stared daggers at them.

Just then, Haru ran out the house and Jeongguk put the kids down.

“What’s going on here? Jeongguk, why were you holding my cousin hostage?” Haru asked.

“It was Sungho’s idea! He wanted to check if he could score a goal on this dude in all-black. Then this dude kicked both our balls in Mrs. Cho’s backyard,” Kid Two hurriedly said, and ran home.

“Sungho, what is this? Mom told you not to scare off visitors. You’re at it again?”

“I was just doing some target practice-”

“No excuses, Mom’s not going to listen to any of it. You better go and apologize to Mrs. Cho before she complains to mom.”

Sungho nodded while pouting his lower lip, then walked to Mrs. Cho’s house, looking back and poking his tongue out at Jeongguk while Haru wasn’t watching.

Sonofa-

“I'm sorry about my cousin," Haru said, holding out a pair of DVDs, "Here’s Twilight, Extended Edition. Please give this to Hyejin.”

Jeongguk slowly held out his hands as Haru placed the DVDs in his hands. Their fingertips brushed at the exchange, shooting rays of warmth at Jeongguk’s chest.

It felt different. All over again.

Haru peered up through her lashes at him and smiled, yet again, giving Jeongguk that distinct and unfamiliar feeling in the pits of his chest.

So…different.

Haru said her goodbyes and began walking inside when suddenly-

“Can I watch it too? The Twilight Extended Edition?” Jeongguk called from behind.

Haru’s eyes widened at first, surprised Jeongguk would even consider watching the series. Then, her lips slowly curved and a bright grin broke out from her lips, showing her pearl whites.

“You can borrow it from Hyejin after she’s watched it.”

All Jeongguk could make out from their evening together was – the different was a good kind of different. It wasn’t a problem talking to her; she wasn’t as much a nuisance that humans were reputed to be.

“Thanks, Haru,”Jeongguk took her name again to ensure he had said her name before.

“You’re welcome, Jeongguk,”Haru matched Jeongguk’s tone in emphasizing each others’ name during conversation.

It was…different.

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[bejoomi]

“in the end, i figured, ‘okay, i’m here, so many people want me to do well, so i’ll try not to disappoint them.’”

with the final performance comes the final interview of next gen. with their performance behind them, and that now-familiar buzz of performance adrenaline slowly fading, joomi can really feel how exhausted he is. 

it’s not really over yet, though. they still have the results, and joomi has no choice but to think about them anymore.

still, he sits down in that familiar chair, and flashes a typical close-lipped, polite smile to the camera.

how are you feeling about your performance?

“pretty good,” joomi replies with a short nod. “it was a fun concept, kind of like what we did with frost, so i’m hoping some of jinyoung and i’s luck last episode carried into this performance with saea and hyejin.”

more for jinyoung, hyejin and saea than himself, of course, but he supposes it would be nice validation for him if the judges deem their team successful, too.

next gen is over now. how would you sum up your journey on the show?

joomi can’t help but laugh a little, sheepishly more than anything else. “crazy, i guess,” he begins. 

how much does he say?

well, he’s been pretty honest throughout the show so far, and he has less to lose than ever. 

“i went into this not even thinking i would make it on. i was sure i wouldn’t, actually. i didn’t know i could sing. i just wrote music and played the piano, but i made it on, and i got compliments and support, and it was really overwhelming for me. i felt very undeserving at first, and i guess sometimes i still do, but over the course of the show i’ve learned to...accept it, i guess? i just, you know,” he hesitates, not sure how much to say. “i haven’t really had anyone support me like this before, so i didn’t know what to do about any of it. but in the end, i figured, ‘okay, i’m here, so many people want me to do well, so i’ll try not to disappoint them.’ and then somehow i made it to the finale, and i learned how to dance, and i made a lot of friends. people were so kind to me here even though they had no reason to be, and i, um,” he pauses, feeling his throat tighten.

no way. he’s not going to cry over this. “i’m really thankful,” he finishes with a nod. might as well stop talking to make sure he doesn’t get more emotional.

any final words to your supporters out there?

another sheepish smile. his supporters out there. “um, yeah, sure,” he honestly hasn’t really thought about the fact that he probably has fans now. that’s so weird. “honestly, i’m still having a hard time believing you guys exist,” he chuckles. “but uh...thank you.” 

fans of next gen are all kpop fans. they’re watching the contestants hoping they debut one day, and they can support them in their groups or as some all-rounder soloist in the industry of performing. how disappointed would they be if they knew, if he receives a contract at the end of this, he probably won’t do anything with it? they would’ve supported him for nothing.

that’s a pretty terrible feeling, and he’s certain his face fell visibly. “i still don’t really think i deserve anyone’s support. that’s probably really annoying to hear from me at this point, because i keep saying that, but...yeah. so i just really appreciate anyone that ever believed in me, because i definitely didn’t believe in myself for a while. no matter what happens at the end of this, i’m going to keep making music, so...i hope you’ll still have reason to believe in me.”

none of that is a lie, at least. once he’s off this show, he intends to write so many new songs. he’s gone far too long without writing anything of his own, too focused on dancing for the past weeks. he like singing, too, he’s come to realize, and maybe he does deserve a little bit of spotlight. he definitely doesn’t deserve to get bossed around by some asshole of a lead singer that he probably sings better than anyway.

so maybe he’ll start a new band, and hopefully, anyone that liked him on next gen will understand the decision he makes and still find reason to support his music. 

hopefully he won’t have to make the decision to turn down a contract at all, though. 

strange, how he’s come full circle, once again hoping to go home empty-handed.

“oh,” he suddenly realizes. “i also want to take a second to thank all of the contestants on the show that helped me get better. i think everyone kind of did, but haneul and jinyoung probably deserve the most credit. thank you to all of the instructors and coaches and staff, and everyone that made the show possible, too. i’m really thankful i got to be a part of this.”

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deal // chapter 4: the first to lead the fight

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Memorializing flowers, mostly in a muted sea of white save for a few spurts of color mixed between, decorate the front of the room, behind which a room of visitors roams to mourn the lost . The funeral, however, is in all aspects except these unusual. No casket serves as the center of attention, there are no organized speeches put together by the loved ones in attendance, there are no plans for going to a burial yard after the grim event ends. There are no bodies, not even an urn of ashes, and the subjects of the get-together itself aren’t confirmed dead. 

Lack of confirmation, however, is no consolation to Jimin’s weeping grandmother, nor his teary-eyed younger cousin. It makes it all even worse, with no real closure being given. The rest of the family is confused, having given up hope after a few months without any contact from Jimin’s parents, but he knows. He knows they’re never coming back, not after they had fallen victim to some kind of ruthless and vengeful loan sharks. 

His thighs are beginning to get sore from the metal folding chair he’s been sitting on for much longer than he would like, its edges digging into his legs, but he doesn’t move. He hasn’t torn his eyes away from the grey floor below in what seems like hours, muttering out half-sentences to any relatives who care to check up on him for a moment before they walk away, off to wallow with the others about the misfortune of it all. 

A taller presence settles in the chair beside him, and he feels eyes on the back of his head, willing him to look up. And so he does, bringing his gaze to the person’s face to see someone he recognizes, a man in his mid forties with black hair in a side part and a friendly smile. Lee Sejoo, being a close friend of both of Jimin’s parents and a frequent presence in Jimin’s life, was an expected presence here, and though Jimin knew little of him outside of his name and appearance, such a familiar sight was a comfort. Being surrounded by family the entire time, family with their own grief and sadness, it was a relief to see the concern in the man’s eyes, concern most people seemed not to give for a newly orphaned and barely-adjusting teen. 

“Hello, Jimin. Are you doing well? I know this must be hard for you,” Sejoo’s words are cliche, the standard response of sympathy, but somehow he sounds genuine, like he cares and actually wants to know how Jimin’s faring. The answer to that is not particularly well, though he’s prepared to deliver the also-standard “I’m doing okay” or “I’m getting through it” before he hesitates. Maybe he shouldn’t lie. Maybe he should trust someone worth trusting. 

“I’m…not great. I have no idea how I’m going to go on from here or what’s going to happen and I know it sounds childish but I’m honestly just scared of how things will be now that my parents are gone,” Jimin says, unable to fight the way his voice cracks and the heat poking out the edges of his eyes, a precursor to tears he’s become all too familiar with. 

Sejoo pats his shoulder lightly, smile gone in place of eyes scrunched up in sympathy. “I understand that. I can’t say I know what you’re feeling, but I’ll help as much as I can. Hyejin and Youngchol were my friends, the least I can do is help their son in their absence. You won’t be all alone, okay? I promise,” His statement ends with a squeeze of Jimin’s shoulder, and Jimin smiles, appreciative though still miserable in his current situation.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee. I hope you’re right,”

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Trust wasn’t something Jimin tended to give away easily. Carelessness could lead to being exploited or betrayed, neither of which Jimin (or any sane person) wanted to be a victim of. But even though he had hardly known Sejoo prior to that funeral, only seeing him when he met with Jimin’s parents, the two were close in the months afterwards. 

It was Sejoo who accompanied him to the cemetery, led him to the honorary graves which held no bodies beneath the undisturbed soil, green grass betraying the fact that the only thing that had been done to the plot of land was placing the headstones. It was Sejoo who had allowed Jimin to rest his head on his shoulder as tears spilled from his eyes, making no big deal out of the now-wet patch on his jacket. It was Sejoo who made sure to be by his side during all stages of grief, tolerating his denial and anger and reassuring the depths of depression which followed. 

It was a strange sort of friendship, between a teenager and an older man, between an orphan and a former friend of the parents who had died. But somehow, it simply worked, the two of them understanding each other enough to break most of the boundaries between their minds. 

Strange and short was what it was, what it had been until a year after the entire thing, when they inevitably drifted apart as they conquered the worst of their grief, when Jimin found himself alone in the depths again.

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It takes Jimin a solid few seconds of looking around frantically at his unfamiliar surroundings after he launches awake, back lurching off the bed, to reassure himself that no, he’s not his teenage self anymore, and he’s nowhere near that funeral home. Hurried and erratic breaths push out his nose and mouth, and as he places his hand to his forehead he can feel a few strangs of hair sticking to it from sweat. 

The flashbacks had, strangely enough, never occurred in a dream before. They always interrupted his real life, taking him away from whatever he was doing and leaving him to deal with whatever disheveled mess he became afterwards. He supposes that means this is an improvement, since right now he’s alone, but fighting just to get air into his lungs after a moment of pure shock was still, in his opinion, a pretty shitty ordeal.

The next couple of minutes are spent looking around yet again at the unfamiliar place around him, trying to figure out where he actually is at the moment. A thick comforter lays over him on top of a bed much larger than his own, the rest of the room empty save for a chest of drawers. The panic that had started coursing through him upon waking up somewhere he didn’t recognize starts to fade as he looks back through his memory to recall clearly what happened the night before. 

The rest of the dinner had passed much like the beginning, silence and soft chewing sounds only occasionally interrupted by pointed remarks that Jimin rolled his eyes at and tried (and mostly failed) to ignore. At the end he had said a begrudging thank you, to which Namjoon only responded with an indifferent grunt. 

He had attempted to thank Namjoon again when the man had showed him to the room he was to stay in an attempt to stick to his morals, but once Namjoon had told him that it was “only so that I don’t have to be anywhere near you” he decided it just wasn’t worth it. After that, Jimin had collapsed onto the bed, moving around anxiously and fiddling with the strangely high-quality blanket around him for roughly half an hour before his brain finally calmed down enough for him to surrender to his unconsciousness. 

At least now he’s aware of how he got where he is now, but it still doesn’t completely cure his confused brain, especially since he doesn’t even know what time it is at the moment. He had brought his phone with him, but soon after he had arrived Namjoon had taken it, stating his reasoning as “making sure Jimin didn’t ruin everything by telling his little friend”, though he had a suspicion Namjoon really just did it to piss him off. Which it did, so he supposes Namjoon succeeded, which in turn pisses him off just a little bit more. 

It’s some time in the morning, judging by the light streaming through two large windows, the bright, colorful exterior of nature outside directly contrasting the mood Jimin had woken up to. He pushes the blanket all the way off his body and slides off the edge of the bed, warm socks the only thing protecting his feet from the surely cold ground, turning back to carefully fix the previously neat bedding. 

As the door suddenly opens, the only prior warning being the click of the doorknob, he flinches away, dropping the pillow he had been holding onto the ground and scrambling away. As he turns his head up, swallowing heavily out of both panic and embarrassment, he sees a half-amused, half-confused Namjoon staring at him, crossing his arms before he chuckles. 

“Scared, aren’t you, Park?”

“Sorry for not expecting you to barge in here while I was doing something, Kim, I’ll be more prepared next time,”

“Are you sure that’s it, Park?”

Jimin had started to turn to the bed again, fluffing the pillow just so that he could have a reason to ignore Namjoon, but his head snaps back, a frown on his face as he processes Namjoon’s words.

“What?”

“You didn’t seem like this much of a coward earlier. Surely me entering a room isn’t enough to set you off,” Namjoon moves forward a bit as he speaks, looking into Jimin’s eyes before the latter immediately averts his gaze, scoffing at Namjoon’s words, both offended and shocked Namjoon paid attention to anything regarding him, even if it was just to insult him later. 

“It’s none of your business,” is the only answer Jimin finds himself able to give. Even if it is sort of Namjoon’s business, since the reason he’s so shaken up at the moment directly stems from the first time he and Namjoon met. He wasn’t about to spill his heart out to anyone, though, especially not Kim Namjoon . 

“It is, and you know it. I can tell by the look on your face, I’m not as thick-headed as you are,” 

“At least I’m not an infuriating jerk,”

“What a mature argument, Park,”

“I wasn’t the one who started this stupid insult train, you were, why are you complaining about it?”

Namjoon’s eyes close as his jaws clench, and Jimin flinches as he sees Namjoon’s fists curl as well, half-sure the man is about to punch him. But he doesn’t. At least, not with his fists, since his words are about the farthest from kind someone can get. “I’ll be the one to end it, too. My brain’s going to melt if I talk to someone so maddening any more.”

With that, Namjoon slams the door, leaving Jimin finally speechless as he stares, eyes still narrowed, before shaking his head and flopping back down on the bed. Yeah, there’s no way he’ll be able to get out of this room any time soon. 

•

Lying on the bed is exactly how Namjoon finds him, and surprisingly enough instead of spitting abuse at his face again, Namjoon simply sits down on the bed next to him with what sounds like a sigh. Within a few seconds Namjoon has adjusted himself to be further from Jimin, but still, he’s not nearly as aggressive as he was before. Which seems like a good thing, and Jimin desperately hopes it is, but he doesn’t know Namjoon nearly well enough to tell if he’s going to explode soon enough. 

“Why are you here again?” Jimin tries his best to keep his tone neutral, and for the most part he succeeds, but he can hear a hint of annoyance in his voice still. Namjoon, too, is annoyed, clear from the look he gives Jimin. 

“Because this is my house,” he responds, deadpan. Jimin scowls at him, not sure if that was Namjoon’s attempt at being funny or if he really was that irksome. 

“No, I mean why did you come back to here , this room, if clearly you don’t intend to do anything other than argue with me?”

Namjoon turns his head to the side with another sigh, this time bordering more on an exclamation of disgust. “Listen, I know I was acting instinctively before, but we do have to work together, and we can’t do that if all we do is shout at each other. So I came to… apologize , I suppose.”

“Instinctively? That’s what you call it?”

“I’m trying, all right, Park? I’ll try to get over it for the sake of solving this so we can go our separate ways,”

Apologies aren’t Namjoon’s strong suit, not at all, and accepting them aren’t Jimin’s. Part of him is tempted to continue criticizing what Namjoon’s saying, but another part tells him to just take pity on Namjoon’s subpar emotional skills and just agree to deal with their unfriendly rivalry. 

The kind part of him wins out, mostly out of a determination to not be any more like Namjoon than his anger has allowed him to act lately, and also because in the back of his mind he knows that it’s more logical than letting his hatred towards the man drive his every move. 

“Fine. That’s all I want, anyways, to get away from you as fast as possible. You try your best not to be a dick and I try my best to help you. Deal?” Jimin sticks out his hand, begrudgingly suggesting a handshake since Namjoon seemed like the type of person to insist on such formal mannerisms. Namjoon raises an eyebrow but clasps his hand loosely nonetheless, quickly moving it up and down once before pulling away, shaking his hand as if to get rid of some kind of germs.

Namjoon really isn’t great at this entire not being a dick thing, is he?

“Now that we’ve agreed on that, how about we actually do something to get started? Like, you know, actually finding a suspect to go off of,” Namjoon’s words are pointed, meant to insult as if he had immediately forgotten the agreement they just made, but Jimin really doesn’t have the energy to do this at the moment.

“Well, since our first lead hasn’t led anywhere yet, let’s try something else. Is there any way we could see who he contacted before he died? You seem pretty powerful, do you have the ability to access that kind of stuff?” Jimin puffs his chest out a bit as he speaks, trying to give off an air of confidence he really doesn’t have. Namjoon, ever unimpressed, just emits a faint laugh.

“Hah, I wish. The only reason I’m anywhere high up on this stupid totem pole is that I’ve been willing to do what they want and I’m good at convincing people of shit. I started off as a disposable minion that just took care of whatever, they’d never allow me to have any power,”

There’s a bitterness, a resentment towards the system he’s involved in in Namjoon’s tone, something Jimin hadn’t expected. He had seemed so involved in all of this, compliant with his amoral company. Wasn’t he there, just as mocking as he is now, when Jimin’s life went to hell? 

But his words make it seem like he wasn’t. Jimin feels a need to dig deeper, try and find something between Namjoon’s hard outer shell. 

“How did you even get involved in all this in the first place? It’s just- a teen shouldn’t be near all that, why were you there?”

Something flashes in Namjoon’s eyes, not fully anger or sadness or regret - soemthing that’s both a combination of those and yet not really any of them at all. It passes, though, and with no further hesitation Namjoon begins to speak, voice the slightest bit strained. 

“Wasn’t my choice, really. My parents, they were sort of like yours, stuck in more debt than they had the money to pay off and no way to earn enough to do so. Difference is, their solution was to pretty much give me away to the people they owed. They provided me with enough to survive, and in exchange I took care of their dirty tasks and earned them a shit ton more than they had to spend on me,” Namjoon’s no longer looking at him, and though his voice has stabilized his words aren’t as harsh as they usually are. Jimin almost feels sympathetic towards him, towards the boy who had to do things no one should have to, especially not a child . But then he continues. 

“That’s why they’re still alive, because they sold me out. Didn’t have as much of a moral compass as yours. Also why they go after people like your parents more - it gets them more money that way, from a bunch of stuff in the fine print no one reads of the loan contract, so they can just take most of the money and possessions someone had . Those people are easier to bait,”

Yeah, Namjoon’s really bad at acting like a half-decent person. 

Jimin gives him an annoyed look, tapping his foot on the ground in the hopes Namjoon will gain some type of self-awareness. Which, to the man’s credit, he does. Sort of. 

“Was that…insensitive? Sorry,” Namjoon’s apology is half hearted and accompanied by a mere shrug, so Jimin refuses to give any meaningful response either and simply grunts back, but it’s progress. Minimal and much less than Jimin feels it should be, but progress. 

“I think it’s pretty clear neither of us are actually going to make any useful progress right now. How about we give it a bit to cool down and then start working together again? We’ll probably be more productive if we can be near each other without having just been in an argument,”

“Good idea,” Namjoon pauses, as if reconsidering saying something so neutral, before he adds on. “For once.”

Jimin shakes his head as Namjoon stands and walks briskly out of the room, putting an end to their barely civil discussion. He flops his back down on the bed, holding back an annoyed groan. He knows that if they keep delaying the actual start of this amateur investigation it’ll take a whole lot longer than necessary, but it’s not like the delays aren’t reasonable, and even if he does want to get this over with he actively dreads the moment he has to dive headfirst into this. 

The least he can do, he figures, is to try and wrack his brain more in search of some kind of hint as to where that symbol was from. The fact that it’s from his teenage years is almost nothing to go off of, since like everyone else in a modern society he had seen an overabundance of logos and symbols representing almost anything he could think of, but he knows he has to do something . Not just to get Namjoon off his back about being useless so far, but to jumpstart his path out of the situation he had been forced into.

And he tries, he really, really does. But every time he tries to dig back in his memories, even if he makes just a bit of progress following tangents that inevitably end up nowhere, without fail his brain brings him back to when things went wrong with his parents, even more torturous than usual with the added context from Namjoon. It goes back to the funeral, to the family members trying to comfort him in vain, to Sejoo.

Sejoo .

Sejoo was where he had seen the symbol. Sejoo had been a lawyer. Sejoo had been the owner of a small, mildly successful firm of his own. 

Whoever did this has some connection to Sejoo, his firm, or both.

He doesn’t care about the dizziness from how quickly he rushes up from the bed, nor the way his legs shake as he launches himself onto lopsided footing. He only cares about telling Namjoon at the moment.

“Kim! Kim Namjoon!” Jimin yells, opening the door, looking around frantically, having no idea where Namjoon is at the moment and knowing he needs to remedy that as soon as possible. A door opens from further down the hall, and Namjoon’s head pops out.

“What is it, Park?” he asks, voice monotone, paying little attention to Jimin. At least, that’s how it is before Jimin speaks again.

“I know where the symbol is from. We have a lead,”

[ariays]

When Hyejin said 멀어져, she did not mean that Dushik was drifting away from her literally. It's more that she felt that she can't reach him, emotionally. He kept his emotions and vulnerabilities too far away for her to reach, understand and comfort him. That can be frustrating for someone who puts their all into a relationship.

When 2 people are in a relationship, a 'bridge' is established. While Hyejin's side of the bridge is fully open and welcoming for anyone she trusts to come and go, Dushik's side of the bridge is heavily guarded that not even Hyejin is able to penetrate in (for now). So I can completely understand Hyejin's initial thoughts. Although, I am glad to see that despite her own perspective & impatient personality, she realized how unfair it would be to push Dushik who is clearly having a hard time and not ready to share his past and so she was able to meet him halfway on the bridge and wait. I like that development.

I think some people fail to see that when you're in a relationship, it's natural for you to want to know everything about your other half. Especially for someone like Hyejin who has her own emotional baggage but was able to have an emotional pillar of support in the form of Dushik. She wanted to do the same for him too but was unable to and so she was disappointed that he wouldn't let her. As viewers, we know the depth of Dushik's trauma and we could fully understand his reluctance to share whereas for Hyejin, she's completely in the dark. She does not know how dark and deep his past was and so her act of wanting to know about his past made some of us, the viewers, feel like she's being pushy and inconsiderate when it's actually just us being protective of Dushik because we know how deeply hurt he was.

In some kdramas, there would definitely be emotional bribery and an ultimatum would've been given (to tell or to break up). But I'm glad that this show is being realistic and mature with how they are handling this arc. It is also very realistic how Dushik's trauma and mental health is being portrayed. Some people might think that they are dragging Dushik's trauma. But trauma doesn't just go away when you're in love. & you just don't easily share your traumas just because you're in love either.

[bts-reveries]

feelings | 17

(photos in the end)

You got up early, as you do every non school day, and got ready. 

Just for a solo date since all your friends were too busy to hangout. Which you completely understand. But you wanted to get out today and keep yourself busy rather than just staying in your dorm room, soaking up in your sadness.

You made your way to Magic Shop, which was right across an ice cream shop named “Silver Spoon”. 

You cross your arms over your chest, tucking your hands under your arms to keep warm as it was a little chilly this morning. Which was perfect weather for ice cream, as you and Jungkook would say. 

You glance at Silver Spoon as you are approaching Magic Shop and your stomach drops. From the window, you can see Jungkook in one of the booths, laughing, and across from him was Hyejin with ice cream above her lip. Jungkook reaches over and wipes it off of her with his thumb and you rush inside the coffee shop.

“Hi! Welcome to the Magic Shop,” Gaeun greets you happily. Her face drops when you smile at her. “I’m sorry if this sounds weird, but I’ve seen you enough times here to see what a real smile looks like.” She quickly punches stuff into the cash register.

“Ah,” you sigh out a small laugh. “It’s a long story..” You don’t notice, but Gaeun was already making your drink.

“I have time,” she says, smiling at you. 

“Wait, are you making my…” you look around you and see that the shop is empty. 

“You get the same thing every time,” she says. “And it’s on me, no worries.” Your heart squeezed for a second and you thank her, sliding into a stool at the counter.

“So what happened? And where’s your guy friend?” She asks you, turning around to hand you your hot matcha latte and even a nutella banana toast. 

“Oh my goodness, you even remembered the toast,” you say. “This is so sweet, thank you.”

“No problem. Now what’s up?” She says. You giggle, wrapping your hands around the cup.

“This is the first time I heard you talk so much, it’s making me happy,” you say, taking a quick sip. “Ah, so…” You then tell her the whole story.

“Oh my,” she says, looking behind you at the ice cream shop across the street. You had just told her you saw him as you were walking. “So he didn’t see you?”

You shake your head no. “No, they were like… having a moment and then I rushed in here.” You laugh sheepishly, finishing your latte after.

“They’re leaving right now,” Gaeun says, watching Jungkook open the door for Hyejin. You hesitate, but you turn around to watch them go.

“He looks so happy though,” you say, turning back to face Gaeun. “It could’ve been me if I wasn’t so scared.” You pout, resting your chin on your hand.

“It’s okay,” she says, in an attempt to reassure you. “Like what you said, everyone is asking why didn’t you just say yes since you felt the same way, but it’s easier said than done. You grew up with the thought of losing him if you ever confessed. It’s hard to just… you know… forget about something you’ve been telling yourself constantly. I mean, at this point, since you’ve been telling yourself for so many years that you will lose each other when you get together.. It eventually came true for you. Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah, if you constantly lie to yourself, the lie eventually becomes the truth,” you say. “How can I change that?”

“I think you’re already starting to,” she says. “I mean, you want to tell him now right?”

“I do, I mean, I was going to.. But right when I was about to tell him, he drops a bomb on me and tells me there’s someone else,” you say. “I don’t know if it’s always the wrong timing, or just… wrong.”

“I understand, I mean, it’s hard to tell,” she says, fiddling with her fingers. “I want to tell you there’ll be a time where it’ll all workout but that’s if they go wrong and it doesn’t feel right to wish bad things upon them.” You nod.

“That’s what I was thinking, that’s why I don’t want to tell him anymore. It’s wrong, especially now that he has someone.” You say. She nods in agreement. “I just.. really blew my chances.”

“Maybe, but you might just get another chance with someone else instead. If it’s really not meant to be, but hey, after all these years, it was always you two.”

“Yeah, because all these years, there were never anyone else.”

-

“Hey!” Taehyung says through the phone. He had just called you as you were leaving the coffee shop. You had a very good time with Gaeun and you believe you had just made a new friend. 

“Hi, what’s up? I thought you’re not free until after 2,” you say. 

“That’s what I thought, but I finished earlier than expected so we can spend the rest of the day together. Where are you at? I’ll pick you up,” he says. You can hear him getting in his car.

“I’m right outside Magic Shop, I was about to head back to the dorms.”

“Oh okay, well just stay put, I’ll be there in like 5 minutes.” 

“Okaaay, I’ll be waiting. I’ll see you then,” you say bye before ending the call. You hum to yourself, wrapping your arms around your torso to keep warm as the wind blows your direction.

You look both sides of the street as you wait for Taehyung, hoping he’d get here soon because you couldn’t go back to talk with Gaeun inside since customers started piling in. You turn your head to the right when you see Jungkook, again, walk out of another shop with Hyejin. He’s smiling at her as she steps out. She walks ahead of him, turning around quickly, her hair blowing everywhere. Jungkook bends down slightly and brushes her hair out of her face and holds them down by placing both hands on her cheeks. You then see him lean in with his lips puckered and–

*HONK*

You jump slightly at the loud sound and Jungkook and Hyejin hear it too. They both turn around and you quickly look at Taehyung who’s laughing at you.

“Tae!” You whisper yell, grabbing the car door handle and yanking on it. It was locked. “Unlock the door!” You say, pointing at the door. He looks at you confused and you knock on the window, pointing at the lock.

“OH,” he says. Although you can’t hear him out loud, you can hear him in your head.

He unlocks the door and you quickly hop in. 

“Go go go,” you say, strapping your seatbelt on.

“What’s the hurry?” He says, turning the wheel.

“Jungkook and Hyejin are right there!” You whisper, facing your window in an attempt for Jungkook not to see you. Although you think he already has.

“Where?” Taehyung says, not noticing the two until he drives by them. “Oh my gosh,” he says as he passes. “I just made eye contact with her.”

“They’ve literally have been out together all morning, AND they’re already kissing!”

Taehyung’s jaw drops. They’re definitely not acting anymore.

“Wait, were you stalking them?” he says suddenly. You scoff, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Of course not. I was on my way to Magic Shop when I saw them eating ice cream at Silver Spoon.”

Taehyung sighs. 

“Okay, Yn, I have a confession to make,” he says. You turn to him. “You’re going to hate us for this..”

“What is it?” you say. You felt your heart beating faster.

“Well, me and the boys suggested to Jungkook that he fake dates with Hyejin in an attempt to get you to confess to him and it’s only been a couple of dates but I think our plan backfired and I think they really do like each other. They were talking in our groupchat, the one without you in it, and they said they have a lot of things in common and actually have fun hanging out so I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” He says quickly.

You look at him in shock.

“Okay… that’s a .. lot,” you say slowly. “But one, so he knows that I like him–”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s actually really oblivious about that. I don’t know how, we literally spilled so many times.” You blink slowly.

“Okay. Well, two, as an avid drama watcher, you should know that every time someone fake dates, real feelings ensues.. So why would you do that,” you say.

“I don’t know! I thought it would work!” Taehyung yells.

“I was literally going to confess the other night but none of you would answer my calls and so I texted Jungkook telling him if we can meet the next day, so I can tell him, and before I could say anything, he told me he was going to start seeing Hyejin,” you explain. Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“I literally was the one who texted all that.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS.”

“I’M SO SORRY.”

“TAEHYUNG.”

“I SWEAR I WILL NEVER BUTT INTO YOUR LOVE LIFE EVER AGAIN.” 

“WELL BECAUSE OF YOU I DON’T HAVE A LOVE LIFE.”

feelings

๑ part seventeen: i’m so sorry ๑

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a/n: disclaimer, when taehyung and yn are yelling at each other, it’s one of those moments when you’re like upset, but not mad at each other, you know?

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[iamherefortheships]

HCCC: I came for Kim Seon Ho playing the romantic lead, but I stayed for Shin Min Ah’s Hye-jin - Part 1

Hye-jin is such an archetype of a modern women that it’s not surprising that she was a polarizing character for the online fandom. Predictably everyone had an opinion on how she should behave coz 21st century is here, but we don’t get tired of judging female fictional characters on their fictional behavior.

Noticeably the same criticism didn’t extend to the male lead. I love Du-sik and Kim Seon Ho’s acting talents can lift any character off the page, but Hye-jin & Du-sik meet-cute was based on presumptuous behavior on both their parts. They were both quite appalling, yes sparks flew but if you were stranded in a town without a car, shoes, and money, would you really want to clean squids?? I think not.

Hye-jin is the modern working women representation that I ache to see on TV and here’s why (and I will ramble…sorry)!

A woman in STEM

Hye-jin being a dentist is an easy obvious win for the character and not just because it’s a tick against the feminist checklist. It’s important because its central to the story. Yes, Hyejin needed to move to Gonjin for character growth, for self-discovery, to stay employed. But also, the people of Gonjin needed her. Her profession allowed her to meet everyone and heal them..her credibility came not just from who she is but what she did. She was a great dentist, and we need to see how successful women in STEM can impact their communities!

Introvert & the kind of women who people often complain about “not smiling enough”

Another great trope inversion where the leading lady is not the chirpy, outgoing person holding the community together. The first few eps are really people of Gonjin baffled why this girl was not returning their big bright smiles (and people online on chats going why is she being like this? she is so mean!), Honestly, if anyone complains why is a girl ‘not nice enough’ one more time..I can't even...!!

She is very guarded, an introvert and understandably a city snob. Also, if you are single women living in a large city, I expect you tend to look at everyone with a little suspicion. I think SMA nailed that slightly wary suspicion of everyone being too friendly and kind. (My favorite scene when she accuses Du-sik and Ha jwong of scamming her into renting space from them!)

Do I approve of her casual snobbery at the senior citizen party when everyone was trying to make her feel welcome? No

Do I believe and relate to it? Hell, yes.

Not being perfect, but seeking perfection

Hye-jin listens, introspects, and learns. She is not perfect, but she is open to improving and adapting.

This is a great human quality in general but very often I see this woman more than in men. Women are hard on themselves, and they are constantly pushing for improvement.

Even smart, successful women do that all the time - they listen, learn and change. Which is why I think it’s so cool that Hye-jin has that trait. It shows refreshing maturity that is truly representative of real women!

Wow...this post is already longer than I thought....so turning this into a two-part post!

(PSA – All the ups and downs of KSH scandal notwithstanding, I know that Kdrama world continues to be divided on Kim Seon Ho. I wasn’t planning to cancel him when initial facts were known, because while the matter was morally reprehensible it did not appear criminal. Disappointing- yes. Damning, not clear. As more facts revealed itself, even the original story became shrouded in doubt. I don’t typically cancel artists that I admire, as literally my only expectation from them is they be good at their craft. I don’t hold their behavior to any specific standards, and I really don’t care about celeb personal lives (of course, there are always exceptions to the rule).

In most cases, I can separate the art from the artist…if I didn’t half my bookshelf will be empty and there will be no rock music from the 70s ...sigh! But I also understand and respect that not everyone wants to make that choice.

This is long winded way of saying that on this blog you may find posts/reblogs on KSH, the actor and the work he is in. And I get that it may not be okay for everyone, which means, read at your own risk.)

[aajjks]

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DHP!JK

two hours earlier…

“oh my goodness, hyejin!! you’re insane” you laugh while taking the last sip of your strawberry lemonade. you decided to keep everything virgin so you can drive back home safely. you’re having so much fun with hyejin and in two hours you’ve learned she’s in a relationship with a beautiful foreigner named joanna, she graduated with a bachelor’s in accounting, and has a close relationship with her father after cutting her off. you tell her a little bit about yourself and you both just went on for hours conversing about the past, the regrets, and what the future holds for either of you. you’re manifesting three beautiful children, a big house, and over 100 years of marriage to jungkook. yes, over 100 because even if you die, you’ll remain faithful to him even in death. speaking of jungkook…

“i gotta go. my boyfriend is probably home. he’s not of fan of being alone for too long” you joke and hyejin just laughs. “yeah yeah, you just want an excuse to go be with him. go snuggle against your man. be safe okay?” says hyejin who pulls you into a hug. “haha, i will. you be safe as well. see you next week”

you both go your separate ways and you hurriedly drive back home. it’s 10:40 and you’re sure jungkook is back home but when you arrive to the complex, his car is still missing. “huh, let me call him” you pull your phone out and hit his contact to give him a call but “…you have reached the—,” you sigh and hang up the phone. the next person you contact is eunwoo:

“hello?”

“eunwoo? hi! um…do you see jungkook anywhere? i’m trying to call him but he’s not answering”

“haha, i did. he’s probably sulking somewhere…huh? oh, mingyu said he went to the bathroom. can you please come so he can cheer up already?”

“hehe, yes. i’ll come. don’t tell him i’m coming though. i wanna surprise him”

“yeah yeah. just get here safely”

“‘kay. keep an eye on him please? don’t want him leaving before i get there”

“i will”

“i’m serious, eunwoo”

“alright!!!”

“alright. bye bye”

“bye”

you hurry inside to quickly freshen up and wear a cute denim outfit to match with jungkook’s since you notice his denim jacket is missing from his closet. “aww, we’re gonna look so cute~” you coo as you imagine the look on his excited face when he sees you show up at the party in a outfit to match his. after spraying yourself with a lovely-scented fragrance and curling your hair, you head out to the party.

“Oh yn I’m soo glad you still love me” sarang smirks. “of course i do, kookie. c’mere, lay down” she takes his hand and leads him to the bed before pushing him on it. he’s so high that he doesn’t even sit, he just falls back and is sprawled on the bed. sarang slowly climbs on his body and untucks his shirt from his pants. she lifts his shirt up and plants kisses on his muscular body. “wow, you’ve gotten so strong, kookie” her hands run up and down his toned stomach before they settle on his hands. she intertwines her hands with his and dips to his neck to leave a trail of butterfly kisses and a hickey to mark her territory.

“Y/N!!!!!!” eunwoo cheers. “what’s up!! glad you could make it” you give a shy smile before looking for a certain denim-wearing hottie but he’s nowhere in sight. “hi everyone. where’s jungkook?” you continue to scan the room but he’s still nowhere to be found.

“he must still be using the bathroom”

“do you know where it is?”

a couple girls behind you laugh but you can’t understand why.

~🫧

Jungkook moans.

“Uhh I saw him going into the room number 69 with his girlfriend. Well, it was a girl that followed him into the room after a few minutes… was he wearing denim jeans? And a Calvin Klein shirt. Yeah, that’s your guy.”

A girl informs you and eunwoo gets goosebumps because his girlfriend is right here standing asking for him, so which girl is she talking about?

Meanwhile Jungkook feels his senses heightened, the sensation of the lips sucking on his neck, feels too much. It tickles.

“Mhmm yn… I don’t feel so good right now. Can we do this later please? Can we just cuddle so I can fall asleep in your arms?” He tries to make you stop but it feels like you’re really eager, and horny.

But he’s not. “Stop yn…” he whines, trying to gently push you off of him, you always get the hint, what’s wrong.

Jungkook moans again at the feeling of the tongue sliding against his neck, his eyes closing as he tries to tell you that he’s not feeling okay right now.

But his moans only get louder and unstable.

“Ugh yn stop biting me, hurts.” He whines, moaning.

As you all get to the room no# 69 eunwoo feels his heart sinking. “I didn’t see him with any girl yn, he was so sad about you not being here with him.” Eunwoo tries to tell you but you’re actually frantic right now

Alina tries to calm you down but calm down when he’s potentially busy cheating on you right now?

“The locksmith of the hotel is right here yn. Relax, I’m pretty sure that he’s busy sleeping in the bathroom… or in that room”

But you’re not listening, you’re shaking, panicking.

What the fuck is jungkook up to? What the fuck is he doing right now? Eunwoo gestures for the locksmith to unlock the door and a moan can be heard.

Eunwoos eyes widen, it’s a very familiar voice.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” you all exclaim as the door finally opens and the sight is horrific, stupid and disgusting.

There’s a woman grinding on a sleepy jungkook.

eunwoo, you and alina gasp.

“Oh yn just stop please let me sleep..”

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CHA EUNWOO - GOOD HEART - M

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first smut fanfiction for Cha Eunwoo and I didn’t expect this will be also a long one-shot smut. But I hope you will all like it my beloved readers! :)

Characters: Reader- Y/N (female) x Cha Eunwoo

 Y/N is having fun in their company outing in a beach resort together with her friend named Hyejin and Rocky. That time, they are standing the beside pool then while Y/N is talking to one of her friends, one of her officemates named Hyori that doesn't like her suddenly bumped strongly to her that made Y/N fell into the pool.

“Oops! Sorry! You shouldn’t have blocked my way!” Hyori said as she smirked and left her. Then Rocky and Hyejin's faces are really annoyed while Y/N suddenly realized someone caught her and Y/N looked at him with an embarrassing face and…

“OMG! I am so sorry!” Y/N said as she pulled out from the man’s hold and the man just smiled at him.

“It’s okay! By the way, I am Eunwoo,” the man said as he smiled at her.

“Gosh! He is really handsome!” Y/N thought as she blushed.

“I am Y/N. I am really sorry I suddenly fell into you because someone just bumped me,” Y/N said and that time Hyejin and Rocky are looking at them and…

“Oh! It seems someone will like our friend, huh?” Hyejin said.

“I know! But it’s annoying that Hyori bumped Y/N strongly and it seems they just really envy Y/N so much being the good employee in our department,” Rocky said.

“You’re right! Thankfully someone caught Y/N because you know she doesn’t know how to swim too and I am surprised that man talking to Y/N right now is handsome and hot!” Hyejin said. As for Y/N and Eunwoo continued their conversation.

“I know! But it seems she did it intentionally,” Eunwoo said and then someone disturbed them and it’s…

“I am sorry to interrupt the two of you. But Y/N, we should go now,” Hyejin said then Y/N and Eunwoo looked at each other.

“Oh! It’s okay! Just be careful next time Y/N and nice to meet you!” Eunwoo said as he smiled at Y/N and she blushed.

“Okay! Thanks again and nice to meet you too Eunwoo!" Y/N as she smiled back and left him in the pool. While Y/N is walking with her friends…

“I know it’s too late to ask but are you okay, Y/N?” Rocky asked.

"I am okay! Thankfully Eunwoo caught me but still, it's kinda embarrassing," Y/N said and Hyejin slightly laughed at her.

“But at least you suddenly met a handsome and hot guy,” Hyejin said and Y/N blushed.

“Oh well! What’s important now that I am okay,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! We shouldn’t get close to Hyori’s group of friends because there are a bunch of envious and insecure girls,” Rocky said.

“Rocky is right! Also, I remember one of your roommates is Hyori’s friend. So you should be careful, okay? Hyejin said and Y/N sighed.

“Okay! I don’t know why they are like that and they should just do their own business!” Y/N said.

"Unfortunately, those kinds of people really exist. But if ever they did something bad to you that will make you harm, you can just tell our superior so that he will be aware of their behavior," Rocky said.

“Don’t worry I will keep that in mind and I know they will never succeed in what they do if they keep doing shit about me,” Y/N said and Hyejin smirked at her words.

"That's the power, girl! We will not let our guard down," Hyejin said and Y/N nodded. As for Eunwoo who is now resting in one of the sunbathing chairs, his friend named Moonbin approached him and…

“I saw you earlier that you caught a beautiful girl in the pool, huh?” Moonbin said and Eunwoo blushed but he slightly laughed.

“Someone just fell into the water and I was surprised that I actually caught her in the right time,” Eunwoo said.

“Wow! But why did she fell in the pool?” Moonbin asked.

“Someone intentionally bumped Y/N strongly that time and I know that whoever that girl bumped Y/N really doesn’t like her,” Eunwoo said.

“Why?” Moonbin asked.

"To be honest, there was one time I was about to buy some snacks in the restaurant and there were a bunch of girls including that woman bumped into her talked about how they really dislike Y/N," Eunwoo said and Moonbin was surprised.

“Oh! You overheard them?” Moonbin asked.

"Yup! But at that time I really don't know her including her physical appearance and I suddenly met her today. She doesn't deserve to be bullied like that," Eunwoo said.

"You're right! Those kinds of people are really annoying," Moonbin said.

“I agree with you. I think I should keep an eye on her,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin smirked.

“Keep an eye on her? Wait! Do you already like her that fast?” Moonbin asked.

“Maybe you can say that. But I think she is great and she is really beautiful,” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

“Wow! I didn’t expect you will fall in love that fast even though it was just your first meeting her,” Moonbin said.

“It’s not that bad to fall in love that easily and I can feel that she has a good personality,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Good luck keeping an eye on Y/N,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo just smiled. As for Y/N who is having dinner with her friends someone approached them and it’s Hyori.

“Why is this bitch here?” Hyejin thought as she rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Hyori?” Rocky asked.

“I am just here to say sorry for Y/N earlier for bumping her and making her fell in the pool. I wanted to give you this drink to you so that you will forgive me,” Hyori said.

“I already forgave you,” Y/N said as she smiled sarcastically. Then that time Moonbin and Eunwoo saw them and watched them carefully.

“Moonbin, that’s the girl who bumped her,” Eunwoo said as he whispered to Moonbin.

“Oh! She looks tough too,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo nodded. Then going back to Y/N and Hyori…

“You should take this drink since you already forgave me,” Hyori said.

"I know! But it doesn't mean I will accept that unless you will drink it first so that I will ensure that you didn’t poison me and your sorry is not fake," Y/N said as she smirked then Hyori was surprised at her statement then that time Y/N's friends, Eunwoo, and Moonbin were also shocked.

"Wow! Y/N is really straightforward!" Moonbin said.

"I know! I am glad she will be able to handle those kinds of people," Eunwoo said as he smirked. Then as Hyori was shocked at Y/N's statement.

“What did you say?” Hyori asked and Y/N chuckled.

“You heard me, right? You should drink it first so that, I will ensure that I am safe,” Y/N said.

“ I will never poison you, Y/N!” Hyori said.

“How can I be sure? if I know that you and your girlfriends hated me so much. Just stay away from me,” Y/N said as she raised one of her eyebrows and Hyori just got frustrated and left them.

“Wow! Y/N is amazing!” Eunwoo thought as he smiled. As for Y/N who continued to eat her food…

“You just did the right thing, Y/N,” Rocky said as he smiled at her.

“She thought she will make me drink that bottle of cola? I know she and her friends put something in that drink and I will never trust them,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! They are just insecure bitches that tried to ruin your life,” Hyejin said and Y/N smirked and nodded.

“They don’t deserve to win and be successful if they will keep that attitude,” Y/N said then Rocky and Hyejin agreed to her. As for Hyori who approached her girlfriends…

"That bitch! Gets into my nerves and when did she become that tough!" Hyori said.

"Let's just make a plan for her when we checked out the resort," one of Hyori's friends said.

“Oh! It seems you have an idea, huh?” Hyori said.

‘Of course, I am! If she’s tough then we are tougher than her,” one of Hyori’s friends said as she winked and Hyori smirked and nodded. That time, when Y/N and her friends were about to leave the restaurant, Y/N saw Eunwoo with Moonbin and…

“Wait for me guys okay? I just saw Eunwoo and I think he’s with his friend,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! Have fun having a conversation with them,” Hyejin said.

"Guys! I will just say hi to them and I will come back, okay?" Y/N said then Hyejin and Rocky slightly laughed at her but both of them nodded and decided to wait for her. As Y/N approached Eunwoo and Moonbin's table, Eunwoo suddenly blushed and…

"Hi, Eunwoo! Is this your friend?" Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Yes! I am Moonbin, Eunwoo’s friend. Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Moonbin said as he smiled at her and Y/N blushed.

“Wow! Eunwoo has a cute and handsome friend too like him!” Y/N thought.

"Nice to meet you, Moonbin!" Y/N said as she shook hands with Moonbin but Eunwoo noticed that they slightly stare for a while and…

“Ummm… What brings you here, Y/N?” Eunwoo said and Y/N suddenly looked at him and…

"Just wanted to say hi! Since I can consider now that you two are my friends," Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“That’s great! To be honest, we saw what you did with the woman earlier,” Moonbin said.

“Oh! About that…” Y/N was cut-off when…

“Don’t worry Y/N! We understand and I told Moonbin why you became like that towards that woman,” Eunwoo said.

"Eunwoo is right and you're amazing that you didn't let that woman bully you or do something to you that bad," Moonbin said as he smiled and did a thumbs-up gesture at her and Y/N blushed then Eunwoo just sighed.

“Thanks, Moonbin! I should get going and my friends are now waiting! See you around guys, bye!” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“Okay! Take care and be careful always Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he smiled back then Y/N nodded and left them.

“She’s really beautiful, Eunwoo,” Moonbin said as he smiled and Eunwoo smirked.

“I know! Also, she’s a strong woman,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin agreed. As Y/N went back to her friends and ready to go to the beach area where a party is held…

“Y/N, it seems you saw another hottie with Eunwoo, huh?” Hyejin said and Y/N slightly laughed.

“Both of them are handsome and hot,” Y/N said.

“But if one of them asked you out, whom you will choose?” Rocky asked and Y/N blushed at his question.

"I will choose Eunwoo because he was the one who saved me earlier and I think he has a great personality," Y/N said.

“Oh! But I hope you two will able to meet again if we checked out tomorrow because it’s our last day,” Hyejin said.

"I hope so! But I am glad that I met him," Y/N said as she smiled at them. While they are having fun at the party, they didn't get close to Hyori's group of friends so that they will not get into trouble. But that time, Y/N didn't know that Eunwoo keeping an eye on her and he just decided to watch out for Hyori's every move too. Then there was one time, Eunwoo caught Hyori was about to deliver an alcoholic drink to Y/N that has a dangerous drug on it and he decided to pretend that he will pass by their party and he intentionally bumped Hyori that made the drink spill all of it in her dress and…

“Fuck! You spilled all the drink to my dress Mister!!” Hyori said.

“Oops! Sorry! You shouldn’t have blocked my way!” Eunwoo said as he smirked and remembered Hyori’s words and left her.

Then when Eunwoo was leaving Hyori, he heard that she screamed in frustration.

“I will never let you harm Y/N!” Eunwoo thought then went back to Moonbin who is sitting in a chair in the beach area…

“So, did you already blocked that woman’s plan for Y/N?” Moonbin asked.

“Of course! Also, I caught that woman put a drug onto that drink and I am sure that she will deliver it to Y/N,” Eunwoo said.

“What? That was really mean and she really wanted to Y/N get into trouble,” Moonbin said as he sighed.

“You’re right! I am really concerned about her now because someone really wanted to harm her,” Eunwoo said.

“You’re right! I hope you can keep an eye on her for that long because I heard earlier that they will check out tomorrow,” Moonbin said.

“They will leave tomorrow?” Eunwoo asked.

“Yup! Why? Do you want her to say here with you?” Moonbin asked.

“I wanted to, but it’s impossible because I also heard that it was their company outing and no one should be left tomorrow here in the resort,” Eunwoo said.

"Try to talk to her tomorrow before they leave because for now, she is having fun with her friends," Moonbin said.

“I will try my best to meet her before she will check out the resort,” Eunwoo said and Moonbin nodded and both of them smiled.

THE NEXT DAY…

It was the day where they will check out the resort and after they all had breakfast, Y/N arranged all her things and she knows that their check out time is noon so she decided to take a nap first but as time goes by, it was already noon but two of her roommates were Hyori's friends and they decided not to wake her up and left her in the room. As for Hyejin and Rocky who are waiting for Y/N to go to their bus, one of Y/N's roommates rode the bus and…

“Wait! You are Y/N’s roommate, right? Where is she?” Hyejin asked.

“I thought she already rode the other bus because she was the first one to leave in our room,” one of Y/N’s roommates said.

“Huh? Are you sure? But we haven’t seen her yet in the reservations area when we all checked out,” Rocky said.

“But my friend saw earlier that she was already in the other bus,” one of Y/N’s roommates said. Then Hyejin just let the woman sit in the chair inside the bus. Then Hyejin tried to call Y/N but she didn’t respond.

“I think we should check out the other bus if she’s there,” Hyejin said and Rocky nodded but when they are about to get out of the bus…

“You two should go back to your seat now because we will leave now,” the bus driver said and Hyejin sighed then both of them went back to their seat and…

“Well, I really hope that Y/N is just in another bus,” Hyejin said.

"You're right!" Rocky said as he sighed. Then the bus that they are riding left and that time Eunwoo saw that the bus already left and Moonbin approached him.

“So sad you didn’t have the chance to talk to her for the last time,” Moonbin said.

“I know! I hope I will meet her again!” Eunwoo said. But suddenly when they are about to go back to their room someone yelled in the reservations area and Eunwoo saw Y/N and…

"Why is she still here and why did they leave her?" Eunwoo thought.

“WHAT??? They already checked out????” Y/N asked and the front desk associate nodded. Then Moonbin and Eunwoo approached her and Y/N was surprised.

“Y/N, why are you still here?” Moonbin asked.

“I thought you already left,” Eunwoo said.

“What? They really already left without me???” Y/N asked in a shocking tone and got frustrated. Then Eunwoo and Moonbin just sighed.

“I really know who planned this and I will definitely report her to the office when I came back to work!” Y/N said.

“You really should do that! “ Eunwoo said and Y/N just sighed. Then while Eunwoo is comforting her…

"Miss, May I ask if there are still other transportations going to the ship port like a bus or a van? So that our friend will be able to catch the ship," Moonbin asked the front desk associate.

“The bus is rarely passing by outside the resort,” the front desk associate said.

"Oh! Okay, Thanks!" Moonbin said and he went back to them and…

“Eunwoo, I think we should drive Y/N going to the ship port so that she will be able to catch the ship that she should take going back to the main port,” Moonbin said.

“Okay! Let’s hurry up and we might not catch the ship,” Eunwoo said and Y/N nodded. As soon as possible they went to the ship port but when they reached the port…

“OMG! The ship already left!” Y/N said as she sighed.

"Wait for a while I will ask someone if there's another ship will come," Eunwoo said and Y/N nodded. Then Eunwoo left Y/N and Moonbin and asked a netizen who is near the port and…

“May I ask, if there will be another ship that will come later?” Eunwoo asked.

“That was the last ship for this day,” the man said.

“Do you mean there will be another ship will arrive tomorrow?” Eunwoo asked.

"Nope! It will take 5 days for the ship to arrive again," the man said and Eunwoo was shocked.

“Are there other options to go back to the main port?” Eunwoo asked.

“I am sorry there’s none and if you will try to use someone’s fishing boat it will be more dangerous to go in the main port since it’s also far,” the man said.

“Oh! Okay! I will tell my friend about that. Thanks!” Eunwoo said and the man nodded. As he went back to Y/N and Moonbin…

“I am sorry to say this Y/N but the ship will take 5 days to arrive in the port,” Eunwoo said.

“What? Gosh! This is so stressful!” Y/N said.

“I think we should let Y/N stay in the resort with us,” Moonbin said and Y/N was surprised at his suggestion.

“That’s a great idea, Moonbin!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

“But I should pay for my stay there and I know that resort is really expensive and

I don’t have a budget for additional 5 days of stay there,” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I will pay for it!” Eunwoo said as he smiled and winked at her.

“Huh? Are you serious? You two already helped me too much,” Y/N said.

“Yes, I am! But are you going to be comfortable if you will sleep in our room?” Eunwoo asked and Y/N blushed.

“But aren’t the beds in your room is just only for two people?” Y/N asked.

"Nope! To be honest, our room is spacious and it has two separated beds and one king-sized bed," Moonbin said.

"Wow! It seems your room accommodation is good for a family. I want to check your room in the resort," Y/N said.

"Okay! Let's go!" Eunwoo said and all of them agreed. Then before they check-in, Y/N went inside Eunwoo and Moonbin's room and she was amazed because it was a luxurious room and…

“Are you really sure that you will let me sleep in this room? For 5 days?” Y/N asked.

‘Yup! So, what’s your decision?” Eunwoo asked.

“Okay! If you really let me sleep here then I will accept it,” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

"That's great! You can use that king-sized bed and then we will sleep here," Moonbin said and Y/N nodded.

"We will go first to the front desk area so that Y/N will be able to check in again and I will pay for her stay," Eunwoo said.

“Okay! I will arrange her things,” Moonbin said and then both of them nodded. Then Eunwoo and Y/N approached the front desk area and the front desk associate was very surprised at Y/N and Eunwoo’s decision but she just processed it and…

"You are so lucky Ms. Y/N! I hope you will have an enjoyable additional 5 days of stay here!" the front desk associate said then Y/N and Eunwoo slightly laughed.

“Thanks!” Y/N said as she blushed. Then both of them went back to the room and…

"So, what do you want to do now? It's already 3 pm, "Eunwoo asked.

“I think I just wanted to swim in the pool for now and get rid of the stress that I have,” Y/N said.

“Okay! Don’t worry we will make your stress gone for today,” Moonbin said as he smiled brightly at her and Y/N blushed at his statement.

“Moonbin is right and we are all here to relax too,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Thank you very much Moonbin and Eunwoo for helping me out!” Y/N said.

“No problem Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

"My gosh! I will be with these two hot and handsome men!" Y/N thought and she just smiled at Eunwoo. Then Y/N changed into her pink one-piece swimsuit that hugged her beautiful curves and when she already showed herself to Eunwoo and Moonbin both of them were surprised.

“Wow! You are sexy in that swimsuit, Y/N!” Eunwoo said as he winked at her and Y/N blushed madly.

“Thanks! To be honest, I am still insecure with my body because I don’t have a flat stomach,” Y/N said.

“Still you look so great in that swimwear,” Moonbin said as he smiled at Y/N.

"Thanks, guys! Let's go and have fun!" Y/N said and all of them agreed. Then suddenly when Eunwoo and Moonbin took off their shirt, Y/N blushed and…

“Wow! Their bodies are so perfect!” Y/N thought as she gulped at the sight of them.

Then all of them went to the pool but while they are having fun, sometimes some strangers keep lurking around Y/N then Eunwoo and Moonbin tried to protect from them to the point where the other people thought that Y/N has two boyfriends but her heart was really just for Eunwoo. But that time Moonbin is playing with Y/N then Eunwoo was just looking at them and suddenly he saw that Y/N was about to slip beside the pool because it's wet and thankfully when Y/N slipped, Eunwoo able to catch her again but this time their lips suddenly touched that made them surprised and they pulled out from the kiss.

“I am sorry Y/N! Thankfully Eunwoo caught you. But the best part was you two already kissed in the lips,” Moonbin said as he teased them then Eunwoo and Y/N blushed.

“Stop it Moonbin!” Y/N said and Moonbin laughed at them.

“I will leave the two of you first, okay? I will get something in the room,” Moonbin said then Y/N and Eunwoo just nodded and Moonbin left them.

“Ummm… Y/N I have something to tell you,” Eunwoo said as he looked at her in the eyes.

“What is that?” Y/N asked.

“I like you, Y/N! I wanted you to be my girlfriend,” Eunwoo said and Y/N was surprised and suddenly when she was about to talk, Eunwoo kissed her lips passionately and Y/N responded to it then Eunwoo pulled close to him that made Y/N felt that he is already hard and she moaned into the kiss and in a few minutes of making out, they pulled out and…

“Does it mean you will accept me as your boyfriend?” Eunwoo asked.

'"Yes, Eunwoo! I like you too!" Y/N said as she smiled then Eunwoo smiled back and he suddenly held her hand and guided her to one of the special rooms that were in the beach area that has a king-sized bed on it and Y/N was surprised.

“Wow! They have this kind of room?” Y/N asked and Eunwoo nodded then he suddenly pushed her in the bed and Y/N blushed at the heated situation. Then Eunwoo hovered above her and looked at her reaction.

“I know this is fast but I will make sure that I will love you with all my heart and I will never hurt you,” Eunwoo said.

“Me too! Eunwoo! I will love you with all my heart and will never hurt you too!” Y/N said.

“Umm… But before we go on, is this will be your first time?” Eunwoo asked.

"Yes! But don't worry I know will be able to handle it later," Y/N said and both of them smiled at each other. Then Eunwoo decided to help Y/N remove her swimsuit and Y/N became conscious of her body and Eunwoo just held her hand and…

“Don’t cover it Y/N! You are perfect for me!” Eunwoo said as he licked his lips and Y/N blushed. Then Eunwoo suddenly took off all of his clothes and when he was already naked in front of her, her jaw dropped because…

"Oh gosh! He is really a masterpiece!" Y/N thought and she suddenly bites her lip and Eunwoo smirked at her reaction.

“This will be all yours now baby!” Eunwoo said. Then he kissed her lips passionately and his hands went to her breast as he squeezed it and played her nipples by his thumb that made Y/N moan into the kiss and that time he had a chance to slip his tongue inside her mouth and dominated the kiss. After they kissed, Eunwoo’s lips went to her neck as he licked, bit a certain spot, and sucked it that became a hickey and also, that made Y/N moan his name softly.

"You are now mine Y/N! I love you so much!" Eunwoo said as he whispered as he licked and bit her earlobe and Y/N moaned at his action. Then Eunwoo's lips went to her breast and he sucked it delicately and he also bit her nipples and slightly pulled it up that made Y/N moan loudly.

“So responsive baby! I love that!” Eunwoo said and Y/N blushed at his words. Then Eunwoo kissed every inch of her as he also left some wet kisses in her stomach and onto her inner thighs. When Eunwoo already reached her core, Y/N tried to look at him and she suddenly gulped at the sight of him being between her legs and Eunwoo smirked at her.

"I bet you will enjoy this one too, Y/N!" Eunwoo said then he started to lick her core that made Y/N's head went back to lay on the pillow and moaned his name. But suddenly Eunwoo licked and sucked her core harshly and Y/N moaned his name non-stop and she pushed his head more into her core that made Eunwoo's tongue got more access into her core.

"Fuck! Eunwoo like that!" Y/N said loudly and Eunwoo smirked. As he continued to eat her out wildly without a warning she cum onto his mouth and he just sucked all of her juices that made a slurping sound in the room. Then Eunwoo suddenly opened one of the drawers and he gets a condom and Y/N was shocked.

“How did you know that a condom was in that drawer?” Y/N asked and Eunwoo slightly laughed at her.

“Someone just told me that they provided these kinds of things in a special room,” Eunwoo said as he winked and Y/N blushed. Then Eunwoo put the condom to his cock and he hovered above again at her.

“So, are you ready for me my lovely, Y/N?” Eunwoo asked.

“Yes! I love you so much Eunwoo!” Y/N said.

“I love you too so much, Y/N!” Eunwoo said as both of them smiled. Then Eunwoo slowly inserted his cock to her core and Y/N felt a sharp pain and she yelped.

“Does it hurt that much, Y/N?” Eunwoo asked with concern in his voice and he also cupped her face.

“A little but no worries I know I will be able to feel pleasure later,” Y/N said and Eunwoo nodded. Then he just kissed her lips and neck to distract her from the pain and when Eunwoo’s cock is fully inside her, Y/N already adjusted and…

“Eunwoo, you can move,” Y/N said.

"Are you sure about that?" Eunwoo asked and Y/N just responded by kissing him and he smirked at her action and he started to thrust his cock to her at a fast pace that made Y/N gripped his biceps and moaned his name.

"Shit! You are so tight, baby!" Eunwoo said as he gritted his teeth and he decided to make the pace to a harder and rougher pace that made Y/N moaned his name loudly and he also kissed her neck and keep leaving hickeys on it then he saw that Y/N was now in pure bliss and he smirked at the sight of it.

“Fuck! You handle my cock so well Y/N!” Eunwoo said and Y/N just moaned in response and was completely in pure pleasure. Then Eunwoo placed one of her legs in his shoulder and ram his cock to her at a rougher pace and his cock got deeper to her.

“Shit! Right there Eunwoo! Don’t stop!” Y/N said as she gripped the sheets and arched her back.

"You like it rough and deep huh? I will give it to you more!" Eunwoo said as he continued to ram his cock to her at an incredible pace. But as time goes by, Y/N was becoming oversensitive inside her core and…

“Eunwoo! I will cum!” Y/N said.

"Cum with me Y/N!" Eunwoo said then in few thrusts of his cock, both of them moaned each other's name as they cum and Eunwoo pulled out from her core and he removed the condom to his cock and he threw it in the trash bin near the bed and went back to lay beside her and look at Y/N.

“Probably Moonbin is now looking for us,” Y/N said and Eunwoo slightly laughed at her.

“ Let’s just rest first. But I will also send him a message that we are just looking around the beach resort,” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Thankfully I brought my scarf so that I can cover these hickeys,” Y/N said and Eunwoo laughed at her.

“I am sorry If I made many hickeys in your neck I just can’t control myself earlier,” Eunwoo said.

"It's okay! But next time don't do it too much," Y/N said and both of them laughed. Then they decided to rest for few minutes because they can't stay there for long. As they went out of the special room, Y/N's neck was fully covered with her scarf and they decided to go back to their room and Moonbin approached them and…

“I bet you two really had fun going around the beach, huh?” Moonbin said as he smirked because he got a glimpse of Y/N’s neck that has a hickey on it.

“Yup! The scenery of the beach is really great,” Y/N said.

“You’re right! But I think Eunwoo was much more pleased seeing you as his great scenery instead of the ocean,” Moonbin said.

“What do you mean Moonbin?” Eunwoo asked and Moonbin laughed at them.

“I bet Y/N didn’t cover the hickey on her neck that much,” Moonbin said and Y/N was shocked and she blushed.

“OMG! I think I really should just go and have shower now and change clothes too!” Y/N said as she blushed madly.

"I think you really should do that now because someone will keep teasing us," Eunwoo said and Y/N just go to shower and change her clothes, but Moonbin is still laughing at them.

“You should have just joined her in the shower,” Moonbin said as he smirked.

"Shut up, Moonbin! Just order now our dinner," Eunwoo said and Moonbin nodded but he was still laughing. After a few minutes, their food arrived, and while they are having dinner outside their accommodation…

“Tell me. It means you two are now in a relationship?” Moonbin asked as he looked at them and Y/N blushed.

“Yes! Y/N is already my girlfriend,” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

"Wow! Congrats to the two of you! I hope you two will have a long-lasting relationship," Moonbin said as he smiled at them.

“Yup! No worries! I will never cheat on Eunwoo,” Y/N said as she smiled at Eunwoo.

”Awww! What a sweet couple we have here! “ Moonbin said as he smiled at them. Then suddenly someone called Y/N’s phone and it was Hyejin.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Hyejin: Y/N! Finally, you answered my call! How are you? I heard that the ship will take 5 days to arrive there. I am so annoyed that one of your roommates didn't wake you up.

Y/N: I am fine! To be honest, I am with Moonbin and Eunwoo and they let me stay in their room.

Hyejin: What? Those two hotties let you stay in their room?

Y/N: Yup! So, what happened when you arrived at the main port and discovered I was left here?

Hyejin: Of course! All of us panicked and then someone shared that she heard Hyori and her friends that they planned to leave you in the resort and because of that, Hyori and her friends

got fired in that instance.

Y/N: What? Are you serious? They got fired after you all arrived at the main port?

Moonbin and Eunwoo were shocked by what they heard and…

"They really should have those kinds of consequences since they are rude and evil to Y/N," Eunwoo said.

“You’re right I am happy that Y/N will be at ease when she will go back to work,” Moonbin said Eunwoo agreed at him. Going back to Y/N and Hyejin’s conversation…

Hyejin: Yup! They deserve that because this is also a serious situation.

Y/N: Well, you are right! Can you give your phone to Hyori and I will tell her something.

Hyejin: Oh! Okay! I will give this phone to Hyori.

Hyejin went to Hyori and…

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hyori asked.

“Someone wanted to talk to you,” Hyejin said as she gave the phone to Hyori and…

Y/N: I bet this is Hyori now, right?

Hyori: Yes, I am! What do you want? Are you now happy that I am out of the company?

Y/N: Well, you are the one who made that consequence to yourself! Thankfully I met two handsome and hot men here in the resort that will surely make me safe and will not harm me. Not like you! Who really likes to harm someone even though I didn’t do anything bad to you! You deserve it bitch! I hope we will never meet again!

As Moonbin and Eunwoo heard her words…

“Oh! She is really brave and I am kinda flattered on her words that we are handsome and hot,” Moonbin said and Eunwoo laughed.

“ Me too! I am very happy she is really a strong woman,” Eunwoo said. As for Hyori who can’t answer it, she just got frustrated and gave back the phone to Hyejin.

Hyejin: Y/N! This is Hyejin again! It seems you throw off some strong words at her and she’s really frustrated now.

Y/N: It's all her fault, not me! By the way, I will tell you that Eunwoo is now my boyfriend.

Hyejin: Oh! Congrats my friend! Just take care staying with those two handsome men and be safe!

Y/N: Okay! I will call you when I got home after 5 days.

Hyejin: Okay! We have to go and bye!

Y/N: Okay! Take care in going home, guys!

END OF CONVERSATION.

Then Y/N went back to Moonbin and Eunwoo…

“We heard some of your conversations with your friend and you were great!” Eunwoo said.

"We liked how you handle those kinds of people who wanted to harm you and we really know you are a strong woman," Moonbin said as he smiled.

"Thanks guys! Thankfully someone really shared that Hyori and her friends planned something to me

about leaving me out here in the resort but even though I was left out here, you two helped me out. Thanks Eunwoo and Moonbin!” Y/N said as she smiled at them.

“No problem Y/N!” Moonbin said as he smiled at her. Then Eunwoo walked towards her and he held her shoulders so that she can face him and…

"No problem Y/N! As your boyfriend, I will help you as much as I can. I love you Y/N!" Eunwoo said as he kissed her lips quickly and Y/N blushed.

“I love you too Eunwoo!” Y/N said.

“I think I am disturbing you two,” Moonbin said then Y/N and Eunwoo laughed at him.

“No! You are not!” Eunwoo said as he smiled.

'Okay! You two can just sleep in the king-sized bed but don't make too many noises, okay? I might join the two of you," Moonbin said then Eunwoo glared at him and Y/N was shocked.

“I am just kidding Eunwoo and Y/N,” Moonbin said as he smiled at them.

”Okay! But please stop teasing us like that Moonbin,” Y/N said.

“I am really sorry about that Eunwoo and Y/N,” Moonbin said and suddenly Eunwoo chuckled.

"I am just kidding too if you wanted to join us, it's okay!" Eunwoo said as he smiled then Moonbin and Y/N were so shocked.

“What? Where did that come from Eunwoo?” Y/N asked as she raised one of her eyebrows.

“To be honest, sometimes I am kinda jealous because I noticed you also keep staring at Moonbin,” Eunwoo said.

“Wait! I think there’s a misunderstanding Eunwoo,” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry I am not mad and for Moonbin, it’s okay if you wanted to join us sometimes,” Eunwoo said as he smirked.

“You know that’s not a good joke Eunwoo,” Moonbin said.

“It will be really okay for me if you wanted to join us. It will be more thrilling for Y/N, right?” Eunwoo said and Y/N gulped and shivered at his words.

“Oh damn! Why is Eunwoo suddenly like this! He and Moonbin will wreck me!” Y/N thought.

“Are you sure about that? because I don’t want our friendship to be ruin because of my sudden joke,” Moonbin said.

“Moonbin, I am serious that it’s really okay,” Eunwoo said as he smirked then Moonbin gulped and felt he was already hard underneath the table.

“O-okay! But I don’t know if Y/N will agree. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable,” Moonbin said as he looked at her and Y/N blushed madly.

“Ummm… Okay Fine! I will accept it besides you two are friends and I can’t deny that you two are handsome and hot,” Y/N said as she tried to smile at them. Then Moonbin and Eunwoo smirked at her and started to walk towards her that made Y/N blushed as Eunwoo and Moonbin took her in the king sized- bed and that night Y/N became tired because of Eunwoo and Moonbin’s stamina. But as Y/N stayed with Eunwoo and Moonbin for 5 days all of them had so much fun and made beautiful memories throughout their stay in the resort.

끝 THE END

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut fanfiction

for Astro’s Cha Eunwoo!

Stay tuned for the next member! :)

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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken 

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he’s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

<gives you a little tiny smile to cover up the sound of his heart breaking>

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle 

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant 

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense 

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

<flashbacks of that one time he had to sing the ottoke song with haechan on weekly idol>

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just 

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence 

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does 

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single 

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult 

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias” 

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

no

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like 

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias 

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like 

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared 

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you 

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love 

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence 

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs 

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like 

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it 

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"