#iland 2 n/a

[felixs-infodump]

since the number for the final debut lineup was announced here’s my top 6

1. yoon jiyoon - leader, lead vocalist

2. choi jungeun - main vocalist

3. bang jeemin - center, vocalist

4. koko - main dancer, rapper

5. fuko - vocalist

6. jeong saebi - visual, lead dancer, vocalist

[lovejywn]

day 1 without juwon

i hereby promise (and already have) that as soon as juwon debuts I'll be her collector. I will most certainly be saving money for when she finally comes back:) i won't forget my princess. her talents and beauty have made me fall in love with her so deep I'm willing to save up just to support her. Son Juwon, in me you have a secured fan.

lovejywn

[kpop-gg-polls-pt2]

People who watch I-LAND 2 Please Help Me

Can someone tell me what time Episode 11 (the finale) will stream? I missed it…

[chishiyas-wig]

my lineup !!! but no matter who debuts i'll still cry

[iz-now]

Now, that we are at the final stage of iland2 who is your top one pick ?

[colectingstrz]

THE RECEPTIONIST ☏

➤ (📞) GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers | PAIRING: jay x fem reader | WC : 1.9k | SUMMARY: When you find your self crushing hard and constantly go to your local hospital just so you could see the cute receptionist again or in which the cute receptionist is amused by your antics and secretly anticipates your return.

SOO’S SMOL NOETY 📝:

𖤐 lowkey off topic but I’m quite embarrassed to say I’ve never seen these pictures of jay before... (＃＞＜) Like ive been stanning enha sine iland as well I don’t get it.. I came across this and was so shocked cuz how come I’ve NEVER SEEN THESE JAY PICS!!?? it’s just added an extra 5 years onto my lifespan (thank you to my man!! 🥰) + this is 80% proof read see a weird word? Erase it from your memory ❤️

YOUR MOTHER WAS DRAMATIC. Everything little thing that happened, she would inflate out of proportion, just like today. When you called her and told her you had some odd rashes, she freaked out and arrived to your university accommodation within 10 minutes. You tried to reassure her that it wasn't deep, but she didn't want to hear it. Assuming the worst, she literally dragged you by your ear to her car and drove you to the hospital.

The whole thing was humiliating as your friends and anyone who lived in your section watched the whole interaction form their windows. You understand your mother wanted to make sure you were alright. Especially as you were the youngest sibling she always was extra mindful of you. But she was doing way to much for your liking. You just wanted to get this over with and go home.

Once you arrived you and your mother approached the counter and rang the bell so that a receptionists could be alerted. Soon a tall male appeared “ I apologise for the wait I had an important call.. what can I do for you miss?” You shot your head up once you heard the voice stepping closer and locking eyes with him .

For you, it was love at first sight. He was cute, he was handsome, and all of the above. You had never seen anyone as attractive as him in your 20 years of living. Who is this angel from above his jawline? I need him to cut me in ha- " y/n sweetie, why don't you explain your problem to the gentleman?"

Oh yeah..my rashes

“uh... I have some rashes uh... that are uh... spreading all over umm..my back” you internally slapped yourself for speaking like that and stuttering it's bad enough you showed up with your mum at your big age and now this..what was he supposed to think of you. It was difficult to concentrate on your words as his deep brown eyes were fixed on you.

He hummed as he scribbled something on his notes, “ladies please sit over there on the red chairs and make yourself comfortable I'll set you up with one of our doctors in a minute ” oh I'll make myself comfortable alright “pardon? ” You covered your mouth with your hands as you gasped, realising you had spoken out loud. Here I am again, embarrassing myself in front of him .

The male chuckled to himself before heading off down the hall.

Later that week more like 2 days after you found yourself at the hospital again Why? Because you were sick sick. Suffering from what? A bad case of I’m attracted to my hospitals receptionist syndrome and you needed an antidote quickly.So What perfect way to curs yourself by seeing the cause instead.

Plus you couldn’t focus at uni he lived in your head rent free and you didn’t even know his name. You wanted to talk to him again to hear his deep voice. Maybe you were obsessed ? Crazy? But you were crazy in love and needed to see him. So during your free you took the train and made your way to the hospital.

As you approached the counter you were met with an unfamiliar pair of eyes it was another receptionist. Where’s the sexy jawline dude who the hell is this old woman? “ umm excuse me ? Where’s the hot receptionist” the lady looked up from her paper and raised a brow eyeing you up and down “ if your a fan girl please excuse yourself out the hospital if your not actually sick “ tch she has an attitude “ uhh..im actually his girlfriend im here to drop somthing off ! I’ll be quick” you forced a smile as she squinted her eyes once more giving you a look as if searching for you obvious lie but she seemed to buy it “ I’ll call him for you stay here ” she disappears into the back and eventually your “boyfriend” comes out.

“ boyfriend ? “ he raised a brow with an amused smile on his face. You will be soon you just don’t know it yet “ i..uhh I only said that so you could come out please don’t misunderstand anything ” he nodded sitting down on the chair “ well then since you requested me what do you need ? ” you didn’t actually come there with a plan. Not having enough time to think of some fake diagnosis to give yourself you chose to be honest.

A sudden wave of confidence washes over you “ I need you ” he raised a brow “pardon ?” You nodd “ you heard me” the male chuckles to himself “you came all the way just to say this.. I’ll applaud you for your determination but im not interested ” im going to throw my self of a building “ don’t speak so soon.. once you get to know me your going to become interested” he hummed “ sure sure” you crossed your arms “ well if your going to reject me can I at least know the name of the guy I’ve been dreaming about ” he smirks “ you’ve been dreaming about me? Your very honest I like that.. and the names jay “ even his name is sexy

“ I’m honest and a lot more things you will like if your willing to find out jay..” you graced your fingers over his lightly before turning off to leave. With a proud smile on your face

Jay didn’t really understand what just happed but he found you amusing. It’s not like he hadn’t had girls come here and put it on him but something about the way you carried yourself and acted was different. He wouldn’t admit it but he hoped to see you some time soon.

As quick as the next day you showed up. You approach the counter to be met with the same old annoying lady “ here to see your boyfriend? I’ll get him ” maybe she’s not so annoying anymore you smiled to yourself as your little lie seemed to be doing you wonders

“ good afternoon jay how’ve you been did you miss me” he rolled his eyes while flicking though some documents “ you’ve been gone for 21 hours.. there’s nothing to miss it hasn’t even been a full day” he was counting..? “ you counted how many hours soooo…you did miss me didn’t you ?” you spoke with a slight blush on your cheeks at the thought that he actually missed you to some extent. Jay noticed this he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got “ your cute when you blush ” hearing him say that you made your legs melt like jelly almost losing balance to the point jay even stood up reaching out for your arm in concern

“ y/n.. are you alright ?” You nodd slowly “ you know my name..” you speak in a dazed tone to which jay smiles “ of course your not someone to forget.. so are you actually sick or.. you came here to see me” what do you think “ no this time I’m actually a little under the weather do you want to know why jay ” he nodded getting out his notepad

“ I’m stuffing from unrequited love.. the guy I like doesn’t feel the same way.. and I think I might die from a broken heart ” you spoke dramatically with a small pout flashing jay your doe eyes hoping he would be tranced by your attempt to be cute and fall in love with you. To your shock he flicked your forehead “ ouch! Why would you do that ! ” he now moved closer to you placing his hands on the counter staring at you deeply

“ it seems your suffering form something else too.. stupidity ” huh? What is that supposed to mean “ what.. please elaborate I’m unaware of this symptom” you speak deeply confused so you move closer to jay urging him for an answer. Almost closing the distance between the two of you. You action caught jay of guard causing him to move back and hide his deep blush with a cough “ that’s a conversation for another time “ you raise a brow “ another time? So you intend to see me again when’s the date ” he laughs “ I never said I was taking you out on a date ” you pout again

“ fine then.. I guess I’ll just go to another hospital form now on..” you turn to leave wishing he would follow you but the more you headed to the entrance you realised he wasn’t. You sighed maybe this is a sign I should move on.

Though just as you stepped foot out the entrance you felt a force pull you to an outside wall pushing you against it. You were shocked to see jay. “ are you that dense y/n” what what what “Huh..? I don’t I.. I don’t understand ” his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips he seemed as if he heisted at the thought of kissing you

“ on second thought.. I-I don’t need to understand if your going to kiss me just do it ” he chuckled lightly placing his finger on your lips “ I want to make that move in a better and more appropriate setting if you get what I mean” he still wants to kiss me so a win is a win.

you couldn’t belive that this whole time jay liked you back you mentally facepalm yourself for being so dense how did you not notice sooner? A regular person would have shooed you away yet he entertained it all. It was so obvious I’m an idiot

He pulls away from you slightly now resting on the wall next to you

“ wait so you really did miss me? ” he nodded but you didn’t fail to miss the small tint of red that was evident on his ears as he attempted to turn away “ yeah.. I actually gave you my number but I guess you didn’t notice “ you raise a brow number HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER AND I DIDINT NOTICE !?

“ wait wait wait when? “ he shrugged “ on the first day I wrote it on a sheet of paper and when I escorted you and your mom to the doctor I slipped it into your bag since you left it open Damm it this was the 3rd mental facepalming you had revived for your actions, as you do in fact remember seeing a scrunched up ball of paper but assumed it was rubbish and threw it in the trash.

“ I threw that in the bin thinking it was rubbish oh my gosh Jay why didn’t you just straight up say it to me my memory is impeccable!” he smiles “ I wanted to tease you a little bit longer I like seeing you all cute and flustered ” now it was your turn away and hide the blush on your face.

You had so much more you wanted to say to him but the interaction was cut short by that annoying old lady. Yes after what interrupting your lil moment with jay she became annoying again

“ Jay.. stop sucking your girlfriends face off and answer to some customers I’m on my break !” She yells as you could hear her approaching. You turn to jay with a frown. Though Shocking both you and him Jay unknowingly places a quick kiss on your cheek mouthing a small “I’ll see you later” before running back into the hospital.

You sigh as you lean on the wall placing your hand on your cheek as you relived the moment on reply. Again and again and again and again- “ y/n!” you hear jay call out for you. He approached you quickly placing a folded paper in your Palm “ my number.. please don’t throw it away again and call me”

And he sped off again

You smiled to yourself as you held the paper firmly in your hand not wanting to let go. You never knew in your life that you would be thanking your mother for being so dramatic.

@COPYRIGHTS SOOTREEPEAR 2023

𖤐 steal my work and I’ll come to your house and suck your blood 🧛‍♀️

𖤐 This story is very personal to me not that I’ve done this before 💀 but like it’s so real to me cuz this is exactly what i would do if In some other universe jay was a receptionist at my local hospital tho the difference is I’ll just admire him from after 😔 Aniiii ways I hope you liked it !!

- peace and love ♡︎

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[thatfeelinwhenyou]

HANDS ON YOU — 044

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

smau + written (2.2k words 💀)

❥･• chapter 44 - i will go to you like the first snow

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you stroll at the back, quietly observing the girls as they excitedly chatter among themselves. Your heart swells with affection as you watch their camaraderie, their bond shining brightly like a beacon of hope. There’s an undeniable warmth that fills the air, a sense of accomplishment and victory that lingers around your team.

As you make your way to the green room, anticipation builds within you—tonight is the night of your collaboration performance with ENHYPEN. Moments ago, Lumière, against all odds, stood on the grand stage of MAMA, accepting the prestigious Rookie of the Year award. It's an honour that can only be claimed once, reserved solely for those who are still on the path of discovery, brimming with untapped potential. You find comfort in the fact that the seven of you persevered, managing to come out on top of all the shit and drama that threatened to break you apart.

Clutching the trophy in your hand, you find reassurance in its weight. It serves as a tangible reminder—a testament to your capabilities as Lumière's leader and how you haven’t somehow already managed to fucked things up completely.

In fact, it's proof that you've flourished—a growth that can't be measured by external validation alone. It's a sense of resilience, unity, and growth within the team, forged through fighting on the front lines of a glorified excuse for a brutal industry. You are convinced that this is the reason that your team emerged victorious in the face of adversity.

As you revel in the victory, a sudden yelp escapes your lips when an unknown force pulls you to the side, leading you into a dimly lit room. Panic washes over you, momentarily clouding your senses, but just as quickly, a familiar voice pierces through the darkness, soothing your racing heart. "Hi there, Princess, it's me," he utters, his voice a gentle caress.

Your eyes gradually adjust to the dimness, revealing the captivating sight before you; Heeseung, your now-boyfriend, stands there, his doe-like eyes filled with an affectionate glow. Your racing heart settles, and a smile graces your lips. In the dimness, his features become more defined, and you're captivated by his tender expression. It’s almost as if right behind the door you are currently being pinned against aren’t a myriad of people who could and would bring you and Heeseung’s careers down with ease if they so desired to.

However, in the intimate space, time seems to suspend, granting you a stolen moment together. His presence is a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the outside world. His hand reaches out, his thumb gently tracing circles on the side of your ribs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. The room becomes a universe of its own, where only the two of you exist. In his arms, you feel safe and cherished.

"I wanted to steal a moment alone with you," he whispers, his voice full of tenderness. "Congratulations, Y/N. I’m so proud of you…” Heeseung trails off as his gaze finds its destination on your lips; the corner of your lips twitches upward, and a flicker of amusement dances in your eyes as you catch on to his intentions.

“Are you really here to congratulate me?” You tease, raising an eyebrow in playful scepticism. Heeseung lets out a mock scoff and mischievously pokes your sides, knowing damn well that you were ticklish. You let out a sharp scream, and Heeseung internally panics as he quickly covers your mouth with his palm. Your wide-eyed gazes lock as the both of you try your hardest to hold in the urge to laugh, though you fail miserably after a few seconds.

"They're probably searching for me right now, but I'll catch you later?" you say, flashing a warm smile. Reluctantly, Heeseung releases his hold on your waist, but not before placing a gentle, chaste kiss on your cheek. The touch of his lips sends a delightful shiver down your spine, and you playfully smack his chest, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Glancing around the empty room, though well aware that no one is watching, you can't help but feel a shy thrill in the air.

A wild surge of confidence courses through your veins, emboldening you to lean in and place a mischievous peck, this time not on his cheeks but on his lips. The brief contact sends a jolt of electricity between you, and Heeseung's mind struggles to catch up with the sudden intimacy. Before he can fully comprehend what just happened, you swiftly dart out of the room, leaving him standing there, his heart racing and his lips tingling with the lingering warmth of your kiss.

As ENHYPEN wraps up their performance, your heart races, only this time from the excitement of your impending collaboration stage. Not even for your own group’s stage were you this nervous. Standing with the rest of the girls backstage, you anxiously wait for the slight intermission as the boys hurriedly change into their stage outfits for "Twilight," perfectly matching the aesthetic of your own.

In the midst of the backstage chaos, your eyes lock with Heeseung's, and a mischievous spark dances between you. He flashes you a cheeky grin—an unspoken invitation laced with playful intent. You try your best to ignore it to maintain your composure, but a subtle smile unconsciously tugs at the corners of your lips.

The intermission seems to stretch on forever as anticipation builds, amplifying the energy pulsating through your veins. Every passing second feels like an eternity, and you can't help but steal glances in Heeseung's direction, his presence becoming a magnetic force drawing you closer.

Finally, the stage lights dim, and the familiar opening notes of "Twilight" fill the air. It's time. With synchronised precision, you and the girls take your positions on stage, your hearts pounding with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration.

As the spotlight finds you, casting an ethereal glow, you catch Heeseung's gaze once again. There's an undeniable connection, an unspoken understanding that transcends the boundaries of the stage. The music swells, enveloping you both in its enchanting embrace, and you allow yourself to surrender to the magic of the moment. In perfect harmony, your voices intertwine, creating a symphony that resonates deep within the souls of everyone present. The chemistry between you and Heeseung is palpable, a magnetic pull that draws the audience into your world, captivated by the raw emotions you convey through your performance.

With every step and every note, you communicate a hidden language, expressing emotions that words fail to convey as the distance between you and Heeseung diminishes until you find yourselves standing face to face, your voices harmonising in perfect unity. The stage fades away, and it's as if there are only the two of you, suspended in a world of music and unspoken desires as you lean into the ending pose of your solos.

"Thanks for bringing us back, Manager-nim," you say, bowing respectfully as you watch your team's father figure drive off in the van that had brought you home. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of serenity as the girls process their whirlwind of emotions, almost as if they were still trying to distinguish between the realms of dreams and reality. Reality is—you, the girls, and ENHYPEN absolutely broke the internet after your collaboration stage.

It’s not like you did not expect this reaction, but when you see your name trending right beside that of Heeseung, you can’t help but feel scared. God, you couldn’t even bring yourself to click onto your name, in fear that the hate comments would be too much for you to handle. Despite Heeseung reassuring you multiple times that he didn’t care what people had to say about you, hate comments are still hate comments. To be frank, it doesn’t even bother you. What bothers you is what people had to say about Heeseung; how him being around you is going to eventually end up ruining him and his career. Times like this, you curse at your altruistic nature for caring too much about the people around you over yourself. Unbeknownst to you, it’s actually one of the few attributes that Heeseung admires about you.

Your gaze shifts to Ray, who clings tightly to Aejeong, lost in her own thoughts while marvelling at the Rookie of the Year trophy that the team had miraculously secured. You’re reminded of the whole messy ordeal three months ago, and you release a sigh of relief that the two girls are now as close as they can possibly get.

In the frigid winter night, with the cover of the night and temperatures well below zero, it's no wonder that any passerby would be puzzled to see you all just standing there. Yoon breaks the silence, voicing the sentiment that's been on everyone's mind. "Gosh, I can't believe it's over," she says, her words hanging in the air.

“Three months of hard work for those three minutes is actually mind-blowing,” Minjung adds, though her soul didn't seem fully intact. You were all exhausted, and it shows so evidently in the way you spoke and walked, but your spirits remain high, resonating with vibrant energy. With a chuckle, you sling your arm around the youngest member, bringing her back to the present. "Let's go inside, shall we? It's freezing!" you suggest, and the other girls nod instinctively as the voice of their trusted leader fills the air.

Just as you're about to step into the warmth of the dorm, your phone chimes, followed by a message from Heeseung.

*more text below*

You cautiously scan your surroundings, ensuring that you're alone as you slowly approach the obscure spot atop a small hill just off the main roads of the Han River. As Heeseung had said, there wasn’t a single soul present in the vicinity, and you figured that no sane person was stupid enough to sit by the Han River at 2 a.m. in the morning, in the middle of winter at that.

You look around for Heeseung, but he is nowhere to be seen, and you wonder if he really froze to death before you got there. You chuckle as you spot the familiar silver hair peeking out behind a tree, which did not actually do much to hide his huge frame.

“Hmm… I wonder where Lee Heeseung could be.” You taunt, injecting a hint of sarcasm into your voice, as you stand by the tree.

“Haha, you’re so funny.” Heeseung pouts, revealing himself and immediately enveloping you in his embrace. He gently rests his chin atop your head, reminding you once again that this man effortlessly towers over you, in contrast to the multiple times he had his head nestled in your chest as he slept. Leaning into his warmth, you press your cheeks against the sturdy frame of his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. This is real, and Lee Heeseung is unquestionably not a mere figment of your imagination.

“What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so clingy lately.” Your words were muffled in his chest but still audible for him to hear.

“I don’t know… Every time I have a moment to breathe, my mind just wanders off to you. It makes me wonder what it would be like if we weren't idols—I could see you more often and wake up by your side. No need to constantly worry about dispatch or sasaengs, just you and me," he confesses, his voice tinged with conflicted emotions, hinting that this has been weighing on his mind for longer than he let on.

You pull away from his embrace before bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks in your palms, tip-toeing to place a tender kiss on his forehead. “Lee Heeseung, this is your dream. I don’t want you second-guessing yourself when you worked so hard to get here. No matter what, it will always be you and me—just against the world.”

With those words, Heeseung pulls you in, his lips meeting your own in a soft, syncronised chaconne. The intensity of the moment threatens to escalate into a passionate makeout session if it weren’t for the cold sensation of what felt like a snowflake landing on the tip of your nose.

“Look! It’s snowing!” You exclaim, stretching out your palm towards the sky with childlike excitement. Heeseung watches fondly, his gaze filled with nothing but utmost affection for the woman he never imagined he’d be with at the start of all this.

“Now you have nothing to worry about, Hee,” you reassure him, your smile so gentle that it melts even the deepest crevices of his heart, instantly warming him up.

“You know what they say, that witnessing the first snowfall with the person you like ensures true and lasting love.” Memories of your mother's wise words flood your mind, harking back to a time when you were oblivious to the concept of love as you frolicked in the snow. Now, you can confidently say you know what it feels like to love and be loved.

Lost in the enchantment of the falling snowflakes, you stare wistfully at the sky, unaware that Heeseung has swiftly snapped a photo of you; capturing this moment he did not ever want to forget. He found his place in your arms, as you have found yours in his. For as long as the universe permits, he’ll keep you close, his hands on you, shielding you from the world's adversities. As you said, it’s just you and him against the world.

“Y/N,” Heeseung’s voice breaks the serene silence of the night, and you turn to face him.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” With that, you know instantly you’d forever and always go to him like the first snow, telling him over and over again that you love him too before it manages to melt.

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[pommpuriinn]

⋆౨ৎ˚Lee Athena⟡˖࣪.

𐒘𝛠 full name: Lee Athena

𐒘𝛠 birthday: Dec. 30,2002

𐒘𝛠 zodiac sign: Capricorn

𐒘𝛠 position: N/A

𐒘𝛠 height: 170cm (5’7)

𐒘𝛠 weight: N/A

𐒘𝛠 nationality: European/Korean

𐒘𝛠 representative emoji: 🐈‍⬛

𐒘𝛠 face claim: triples sohyun

𐒘𝛠 voice claim: babymonster rami

FACTS ABOUT ATHENA

𐒘𝛠 started as an SM trainee and was apart of aespa’s debut lineup but the staff sadly took Athena off the lineup saying “it wasn’t your time yet”, which caused Athena to leave SM and join Belift

𐒘𝛠 was a very popular trainee that many were anticipating her debut since founding her pre debut photos

𐒘𝛠 has a bit of an rebellious childhood like messing around in the classroom or getting lots of piercings without her parents knowing, her parents would ground her, but eventually would come around. They know it’s was their fault because during their teen years they were the same, so they just accepted it

𐒘𝛠 Athena was born in France while their family was visiting her father’s side of the family, she was born a week earlier so it was very unexpected

𐒘𝛠 her father was born in France as well, but moved to New York to pursue modeling/fashion designing well her mother was born in Seoul, but moved to New York to pursue acting/modeling. They both met in New York and they were the ‘it’ couple back then since they were and still are very popular in their own departments

𐒘𝛠 Athena moved to Seoul at the age of 10 since her mother wanted to be closer to her family, both parents took a break from working to spend time with Athena

𐒘𝛠 her parents are very supportive of Athena’s career path. They used to buy her new dancing shoes, workout clothes, and would take her to all her auditions

𐒘𝛠 her first language was English then she learned French to communicate with her father’s side of the family, along with Korean to communicate with her mother’s side as well. The majority Athena would speak English to everyone besides her members

𐒘𝛠 Athena wanted to become an idol mainly because her mother would sing here and there for movies, but there was this one role her mother played where her mother was an artist in the movie. Sometimes her mother would take Athena to the filming sets, so she could see her work and once she saw her mother singing and dancing she knew who she wanted to become

𐒘𝛠 Athena went to public schools until a year before training when they made the switch then her parents hired her own teacher and would come to the house and teach Athena. They did this so Athena could travel along with them with the teacher of course before being a full time trainee

𐒘𝛠 Athena trained for SM for 2 years and then trained in Belift for 2 years including her time in iland

𐒘𝛠 has anxiety since debuting because of the hate she got getting into the group which sometimes causing panic attacks

𐒘𝛠 Athena carries a more masculine vibe to her than a feminine one which is why she has more of a female fanbase, most men know that Athena is out of their league and don’t try to get into her

𐒘𝛠 nicknames; enhypen’s goddess, Lee oppa, notre bébé (our baby in french)

𐒘𝛠 final rank in iland was 2nd with 1,400,474 votes

𐒘𝛠 has sharp canines like Sunghoon many engenes call them the vampire duo because of their pale skin and sharp teeth

𐒘𝛠 makes the members flustered with her intense eye contact along with not shying away when a member jokingly flirts with her, and she actually continues the bit making the member blush and turn away

𐒘𝛠 HATES the fans that modded them in airports, HATES sasaengs, HATES people that aren’t OT8, HATES the jealous people that didn’t want her in the group only because she was going to be the only girl

𐒘𝛠 LOVES making her own clothes with the help of her father, LOVES writing and producing songs for her group, LOVES reading fan letters, LOVES drawing/painting, LOVES modeling since she always watched her parents model, LOVES goofy around with her members

𐒘𝛠 has seen some of the members before actually meeting them in iland; Athena saw Niki dancing with Shinee since her mother took her to a concert in Japan since her mother was a big fan, Athena really liked watching figure skating so one day her father took her to see a competition and Sunghoon was competing they even took a picture together since Athena was a fan of his, the final one is quite shocking to Athena and Sunoo because it was a predebut picture of Athena in a cafe and if you zoom in a little you could see a predebut Sunoo with his family. You could call it fate?

[hanlimz]

no bc can we talk about this !!1

hoonie is just !!!!! a little bit of a loser !!! he does NAWT know how to act around ppl considering a major part of his life was just. training.

hes just a little awkward bean. he makes silly jokes and loves seeing his friends laugh and just wants external validation. he wants to be babied (have you seen him with heeseung, 2 seconds with hee and suddenly hoon's a baby girl..) and he wants to be loved <3

'he’s not gonna pin u to a wall and make out w u' as much as i love it when fics write abt this in specific YEAH !!!! hes gonna put your foreheads together and make god awful dad jokes so he can hear you giggle and kiss the tip of your nose

he is just!!!!!! a lovely loser whom i love beyond words !!!!!!!!!!

wow i am so sorry i got carried away- is it obvious that i love him so much 😍

WE CAN ALWAYS TALK ABOUT DORK HOON????

he literally is so loser coded n i love him so much for it <33 he’s spent a majority of his life either in the rink or in a practice room n it rly speaks to how dedicated he is to his craft!! n i LOVE a dedicated man ;) but ALSO!! as a fellow introvert, i understand how difficult it can be to feel comfortable interacting with others :(( i feel like hoon just needs some time to warm up to ppl, but even then, his personality is just so……silly? LIKE I CANT DESCRIBE IT IN ANY OTHER WAY???? (one of my fave hoon moments is in iland when he laughs rly awkwardly when sunoo says he wants to get close to him it’s so Him)

LMAO i too enjoy a good spicy hoon fic.. but YES!! i think hoon is quite shy n very very giggly .. his sense of humor is dad jokes, sarcasm, and screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason at all (never change park sunghoon <3) he’s the type of bf to yell and squirm and overall act like a fool if u show him affection in front of the boys but in private he’s all OVER you being a big lump of love

i love park sunghoon i need to write for him soon :(( (also Never apologize abt getting carried away bc i LOVE it)

[lovejywn]

JUWONIE, WELCOME BACK!

You came around just when things were starting to get difficult for me. Your little contribution has made my night lighter, and made my thoughts go away. I sure hope one day us fans can do that for you too. I'm extremely thankful you took your time to rest but at the same time made sure to not let us wait for too long. I love you juwonie.

[kpop-gg-polls-pt2]

PLEASE COMMENT/REBLOG YOUR TOP PICKS!!! (For final lineup)

I-LAND 2 FINALE NEXT WEEK I’M SO EXCITED!!!

and a little nervous

Who else is with me and who’s your top pick(s)?

(and to all the girls who are and will be eliminated, I hope you all debut one day~)

[yerimbrit]

guess who? : b. jeemin

synopsis: the very first day that you take over morning announcements, you have to read an anonymous confession letter! and it's addressed to you! wait, what?

# : pairing ! nonidol!bang jeemin x stuco!reader

# : tags ! dedicated to the amazing @nwjnsloona, loser!jeemin, putting that in bold was necessary, fem!reader, highschool!au, featuring izna members, mentions of other iland 2 cont., fuko plays a minor part in this, fluff, user yerimbrit sneaks a red velvet mention... are we even surprised

# : wordcount ! 7.1k

# : warnings ! none

out of all things you expected the student council president to request of you, substituting her for the morning announcements was most definitely not at the top of the list.

you like being the secretary. no, really. you consider yourself as an avid note-taker, and organizing things is one of your fortes.

being the stuco secretary meant that you didn't have to be the face of stuco. that's fuko, the president. see, fuko is a lovely president. she's pretty, she excels at her job, gets along with everyone, and so on.

of course, you admire fuko. so does practically the whole student body.

...it also meant that when she fell ill and asked (texted) you to fill in for her, you readily accepted.

it's not like you're shy or anything. it's quite the opposite. you just didn't like being in the spotlight. talking to others is fine, but being in the center of attention? yeah, that's a no-go.

so, here you are, tiredly holding up a paper script as you prepare to bore everyone with nothing but the usual reminders to clean up after themselves at eight in the morning.

...just kidding!

as soon as the clock strikes eight, you clear your throat and turn the intercom on. you even fix your hair, even though no one else is in the room except the vice-president mai, who sends you an encouraging thumbs up.

"good morning everyone! i'm y/n, your student council secretary. fuko-unnie is out sick, so i'll be taking over until she's back," you read out, eyes trailing over the next lines. mai smiles proudly at you, and you reciprocate the gesture.

you go over the usual mundane reminders (such as picking up your trash, and the assembly at the end of the week) and finally get to something interesting.

"onto something more exciting, the fall festival is at the end of next month!" you say enthusiastically, at least as much as you could in the hellish hours of the morning, "food, games, performances, you got it! club officers, please submit a filled out booth form or performance form to the student council office at least two weeks before the date."

flipping to the next page expecting to see the outro lines, you're surprised to see something completely different. confused, but still needing to read the script, you squint at the printed words on the last page. "lastly, we're launching a new program for the daily announcements: anonymous confessions."

mai makes brisk strides towards you, slipping a paper envelope onto the desk, sheepishly tapping on it and tilting her head. you open it, continuing the announcement. "we've received a few submissions since the initial announcement which was posted on our instagram page, and today we're reading the first one."

the first thing you notice is the neat handwriting printed on the lined sheet of notebook paper. you clear your throat again, blinking your eyes rapidly to try to focus on the words.

"dear y/n,

i've thought about what to say in this confession, but i can't seem to find the right words.

i really, really like you! i've liked you since last year. you've just got this way about you that draws me in—your smile, your laugh, the care that leaks into each of your actions, your music taste... everything, actually.

whenever you look at me or talk to me, i feel like my heart is going to burst. i admire you a lot. even if you don't like me back, i hope we can stay friends!

your admirer,

j.m."

the further you get into the letter, the more you feel your face burning, from your neck up to your ears. mai's jaw is slacked, and honestly, so is yours. it's one thing to confess over the daily announcements. its another for it to be addressed to the one announcing it.

"u-um, wow! thank you, anonymous!" you cough, "i'm... flattered? a-anyway, that's it for the announcements. have a good rest of your day!"

as soon as you hit the 'stop' button on the control panel, you slump over the desk and harshly bump your head in the process. the vice-president sympathetically pats your back and leaves you alone in the room.

however, there's only one thing swimming around in your mind. obviously, it's 'who is j.m.?' and 'why me?'

you don't think you're going to hear the end of it from your friends.

"hey, lovergirl." is what you hear the second you're close enough to your usual lunch table. you smack jiyoon's shoulder as you sit down next to her with your food, greeting sarang and jungeun across from you with a smile.

jiyoon's got her assortment of foods laid out on the table, the younger two already helping themselves. she insists that her family just makes her bring all the food, but you can tell she's all the more happy to share with you.

"who do you think it is, y/n-unnie?" sarang asks after taking a sip of her drink.

who do you think it is? you've seriously got no clue. you tell her exactly that, and the conversation launches into a full-blown guessing game.

"jiwoo?" jungeun starts, "no, wait, the letter said j.m. right?"

sarang rests her chin on her palm, humming. "jimin?"

"she graduated already," jiyoon states with a straight face.

jungeun giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "then could it be you, jiyoon-unnie?"

"don't!" the targeted girl turns beet red in embarrassment. "don't be ridiculous. plus, it's j-m not j-y."

you're halfway through with your lunch, almost tuning the other girls out. there's only one person who matches the intials that you can think of. but it's impossible, you haven't even held a proper conversation with her since maybe last year.

sarang slumps over and tilts her head up, pouting at you from below. you resist the urge to either a) pinch her cheeks or b) initiate a staring contest, to which you'll lose, because she always cheats without fail.

"do you have any clues?"

a voice calls out for you before you could answer the younger girl. "hey lovergirl!"

three girls approach your table. mai, who casually waves at you, koko, who greeted you, and jeemin.

jeemin. j.m. but it could just be a coincidence, right?

"stop calling me that," you wave at the three. mai nudges koko, who only grins. "and hi, what brings you guys here?"

you and your friends scooch over to make room for them, koko and mai sitting opposite of you and jeemin taking the only available seat which is right next to you. the rest of jiyoon's food is silently distributed to the newcomers.

lunch continues but you can't help but notice that jeemin is avoiding your eyes. she also hasn't said a single word to you, which is weird and frankly, and out of character for her. usually she'd at least manage a 'hello'.

you reach over and pinch her arm, eliciting a flinch from her and a startled yelp. her voice after comes out in a whisper. "w-what?"

"are you okay?"

"yeah."

she quickly turns back to her food, shoveling some rice into her mouth. unfortunately, she also starts choking, which causes mai to rush to give her a waterbottle, and for everyone at the table to start staring at her.

the girl catches her breath after taking in some water and shakily raises up a thumb, as if she hadn't almost died from eating too fast.

the rest of lunch up until the end, you notice out of the corner of your eye that jeemin is not-so-subtly giving you puppy-eyes. it's so obvious that even jiyoon raises a brow whenever she looks in your direction. and you can clearly see sarang whispering about it to jungeun, indirectly pointing with her chin.

suddenly, you think your suspicions aren't quite off. they are very correct. she's definitely suspicious. jeemin, that is.

the next few days consist of your regular schedule, except now you have what is essentially a sixth sense for whenever jeemin is around. it's easy to tell, really; she's always burning holes into your back with her puppy-dog eyes.

last year, you and jeemin were seatmates in homeroom. sorta. you sat in front of her for the whole year, in the back of the class next to the window. a classic main character seating. the girl was shy, sure. but that initial barrier had been broken down as soon as you offered to share some of your matcha pocky with her.

during the year, you'd share more of your snacks, and sometimes she would also bring her own to share. you'd discreetly pass notes back and forth, whether it'd be about whatever the teacher was talking about or random things like the new milkis flavor or whatever.

on some occasions, whenever there was a break, you'd sit against the back wall of the classroom and listen to music together. at first it was uncomfortable to move around while sharing earbuds, but the both of you had grown used to it. it was like a fleeting getaway—no one bothered you. a brief period of relaxation.

you wouldn't exactly call her a close friend; you almost never hung out outside of class. but it was a cherished connection, for sure. after the school year ended, you naturally grew apart since you never got any of her socials. but before the earlier confession announcement, you would wave and maybe exchange a greeting whenever you'd see each other.

jeemin's shyness never went away, even now as she avoids interactions but looks like she wants to talk to you so badly it might kill her.

so yeah, you're 90% sure that jeemin is the sender of the letter. it's a bit shocking, you've always thought that she's cute but you didn't think that the time you spent together was enough to develop any feelings. at least for you. you aren't one for crushes; they were probably at the bottom of your priorities when it comes to your life. but... they're not unwelcome.

that only half-explains why you're waiting outside of the performing arts room after finishing up some student council work. you didn't have to wait long; some of the other members took on fuko's work and told you to go home a bit earlier. it also just so happens to be around the time dance club's practice usually ended.

you're mindlessly scrolling through your instagram feed when the door swings open. and speak of the devil—it's jeemin, in the flesh! though she doesn't notice you yet because she's still looking behind her telling someone to shut up.

when she turns to face forward, her expression shifts into what seems to be a mix of shock and mortification. her mouth opens and closes as if she were a fish. "oh! y-y/n, fancy seeing you here!"

through the open door behind her, you can see everyone trying their best not to laugh, including koko and even mai. you flash a closed-mouth smile. "hey, jeemin."

the girl stammers before letting out a very awkward, "wassup...?"

you stifle a giggle, but widen your eyes in concern when you hear a thump. you can barely see koko and sarang dying in laughter before jeemin abruptly slams the door shut.

"what's! up," she asks, leaning against the door.

her smile is forced and her eye is twitching, it'd be cute if you didn't have something to ask of her. oh well. "do you wanna hang out? we've never hung out outside of school, i was thinking we could get some ice cream or whatever you're up for."

there's no answer, but she is turning into a whole tomato with how hard she's blushing.

"jeemin?"

"yes!" she replies quickly, before blinking rapidly and fixing her practice clothes. she's probably going to say something about changing back to her uniform before accepting your offer.

jeemin reaches behind her for the doorknob, still facing you. "i mean—yeah! yeah, i'm free. i just need to, uh, change out of my practice clothes sorryjustgivemeasec—" see? what did you say?

she twists the doorknob and pulls the door open and back, but what's unexpected is your very own ryu sarang tumbling out like a prize from a gachapon machine. why is the practice room door double-action? also, sarang?

both you and jeemin are staring at the younger girl in confusion. said girl scratches her head and gets up like nothing happened, enveloping you in a big, warm hug. "hi unnie! i missed you..."

you're taken aback, but you return the hug. "hi sarangie, we just saw each other earlier."

jeemin glances at you and sarang still hugging with a slight look of resignation, and shuffles back into the practice room to get her bag and change somewhere.

"are you okay?" you mumble, fingers carding through sarang's hair. you feel her nod, and pull away when jeemin returns. "i'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"mhm, see you. have fun on your date jeemin-unnie, y/n-unnie!" the younger girl waves and skips back into the room.

the door shuts again and the taller girl is avoiding your gaze. that won't do, will it? you tap her shoulder and grin up at her, not missing the tinge of red settling across her cheeks and coloring her ears. "ready?"

"mhm, yeah. totally. ice cream?"

"ice cream," you nod.

ice cream it is.

you find yourself making this—stopping by the dance club after you finish your work—a regular thing. if there wasn't any practice, you'd wait outside of her homeroom and pick up jeemin to head off to wherever the wind takes you.

so far, you've taken jeemin to the local ice cream parlor, the park, a bakery, and other classic date spots. and on top of that, enjoyed a very nice weekend going bowling and watching her try to impress you in front of mai and jiyoon. the poor girl had tripped over her feet in an attempt to bowl a strike like she planned, but ultimately landing her ball in the gutter.

today is a regular weekday, nothing out of the ordinary. fuko has, thankfully, recovered from her sickness and lifted the task of morning announcements off of your shoulders. during your brief time as the announcer, there hasn't been any other love confessions, but more boring ones that you can't even name off the top of your head.

truthfully, spending all this time with jeemin has undoubtedly changed your way of thinking. you notice all the little things about her, like the way she pokes her tongue against her cheek when she's lost in thought, or how sometimes she unconsciously lowers herself whenever you're side by side. at first it almost offended you, but it did make it easier for you to link your arm with hers.

the girl is still a little shy, but she's evolved to taking your hand in hers first! that's totally baby steps. maybe she'll even grow out of blushing and looking away after five seconds of eye contact. cute. she's now saved in your contacts as "j.m." followed by a bear emoji and a blue heart. and the contact photo is a candid photo you took of her petting a dog, enamored by the samoyed puppy. so cute.

you're organizing files after school while fuko and the treasurer look over some paperwork. there's a lot of planning needed for the upcoming festival—because of this, you had texted jeemin prior that you'd be late.

what you didn't expect is a knock on the door, revealing bang jeemin herself, freshly changed into her uniform.

"jeemin," you stand up from your seat. "what are you doing here?"

she perks up at the sight of you, but shrinks back when she meets the eyes of fuko and the other council member. "i, um. wanted to pick you up this time. i-if you're not busy, that is."

you purse your lips. you've already sorted through the majority of the files, but there is still a report to be written.

the president clears her throat, eyes softening when you peer over to her. "i can take care of the rest of your work, y/n. you know, as a thank you for doing mine while i was out."

"are you sure?" you frown. fuko has always been giving. a little too much, you might add. as the president, she has the most paperwork out of all of the council; you wouldn't want to add to that stack.

she waves her hand, practically shooing you away. "i'm sure. go have fun, lovergirl."

"unnie, please don't call me that. i've had enough of it already with everyone else."

fuko only giggles and winks at you as you pack up your things and walk over to where jeemin is stiffly standing. grabbing her hand and waving to you fellow student council members, you drag her out with her before she can scramble to bow to them.

"do you want to go anywhere in particular?" you swing your interlocked hands between the two of you playfully.

jeemin shakes her head, looking ahead. "i picked last time, so you should today."

internally, you swoon. so charming. so considerate. you never thought you'd be feeling this way for bang jeemin, the quiet girl that sat behind you. but a part of you feels guilty that you've been knowing she was behind the letter. and that she's unaware of that fact.

"can we go to the bookstore, then? i've finished a novel and i want to get the next part of the series."

"i..."

"hmm?" curiously, you glance at the taller girl, whose cheeks have dusted pink. "jeemin?"

she meets your gaze with an intense one of her own. "i don't mind the place as long as i'm with you..."

oh. that's new. that's not shy, timid jeemin. that's total heartthrob jeemin. oh. oh dear.

your heartbeat speeds up, and you just have cover your face with your free hand to hide the blush that is growing by the second.

"you're a dangerous woman, bang jeemin."

"huh!?"

the bookstore is a comforting place; it's quiet, there's a reading nook with fairy lights, and sometimes the owner brings their cat barbie, a calico who loves to waltz around the place.

occasionally, you stop by when you can't be bothered to order online. why? because it's always more fun to browse through the catalogue in person rather than amazon, right?

jeemin holds the glass door open for you like a gentlewoman, and you just have to curtsy as you walk in. the action makes her blush, so it's worth every second of your brief embarrassment. you hear a faint meow come from a distant corner of the bookstore and grin, crouching down to greet the cat.

"hi, barbie!" you coo, scratching behind its ears. jeemin stands statically by you, not knowing what to do. you giggle at the sight of her eyes darting around like she'd been caught or something. "jeemin, don't just stand there... you can pet her, she's friendly."

the taller girl sheepishly crouches down, hesitantly reaching out her hand to pet the feline. it sniffs her hand for a moment, but then pounces at her and launches a full-on attack: scratching, biting, the whole shebang. jeemin yelps in pain and shock, moving her arm away but unable to get the cat off.

you can only stare, speechless, before trying to pry away the cat away from the girl in distress. "barbie! barbie, no! i thought you loved everyone!"

the next few moments are spent wrangling a cat who absolutely abhors jeemin for some unknown reason. you swear it's friendly, barbie was the best! maybe jeemin has a cat repellent on her. or maybe she is the cat repellent.

so, yeah... the owner of the bookstore heard the commotion from the back and had to come in to take barbie away, apologizing profusely to both you and jeemin.

"i'm sorry," you sigh in guilt, sticking (ironically) barbie themed bandaids onto jeemin's wounds in the reading nook. "she really was friendly, she loves everyone who comes in, even jiyoon-unnie."

jeemin frowns. "i guess i'm an exception. you're not making fun of me by using barbie bandaids, are you?"

the question is so funny to you that you almost laugh out loud. "no, i'm not. i'm glamorizing your boo-boos."

the tips of the girl's ears tinge red. cute. "what's your novel about?"

a smooth topic change. "hm? oh, it's a thriller. it's about these five girls killing each other, but the illustrations are super cutesy."

"what?" as expected, she's taken aback. who wouldn't, at how casually you were describing it?

"er... you'll get it if you try it. it's an interesting read, made me gasp a few times. the next book is about them killing pizza men."

"um..."

"i think it's an acquired taste... do you feel better?"

you tap each bandaid that was meticulously placed on each scratch and wound, totaling to a whopping nine areas. jeemin gives a neutral response, clearly trying to act tough, but you go ahead and plant a kiss on each bandaid anyway.

"that surely cures your pain, don't you think?"

no response. you glance up at jeemin and, ah, yes! the tomato is back, unsurprisingly. you giggle and take her non-injured hand, standing up and leading her to the horror section of the store.

and of course, here's the thing: this specific series is uber popular. it's a hit or miss whether or not you can even find it in stock. you honestly didn't think you'd have a big chance of encountering it; it was mostly an excuse to bring the girl you've been growing a fondness for to one of your sanctuaries.

jeemin follows after you, staring in wonder at just how many books are stored and displayed neatly on the wooden shelves. there's a whole section dedicated to the red velvet series, the one you were talking about. you weren't really reading it in chronological order, which is off-brand of you because, and you cannot stress this enough, you love to be organized. unfortunately you discovered the series through a book that wasn't the initial release, so it can't be helped.

your eyes dart around, trying to match your mental image of the book you were looking for to any of the ones on the shelf. there's a lot. psycho, bad boy, russian roulette (the one you just finished), and more. but you can't seem to find... ah. peek-a-boo. and just your luck, it's on the very top section of the shelf. out of your reach.

it's humiliating to go on your tip-toes, straining your arm as you reach for the book, that is until you feel a presence from behind you, and seeing an arm easily grabbing the book you had your eyes on. turning around, you're faced with the view of jeemin's gray graphic tee, before looking up and meeting her bashful gaze. you're close. close enough that you could just lean in and kiss- okay, you're getting off-track.

your face flushes a deep red, and you step to the side in an attempt to hide yourself, clearing your throat. "thanks, jeemin."

"um, yeah. of course." the taller girl is as blushy as you, averting her eyes as she hands you the book that started this whole scene.

when the two of you check out and leave the establishment, there's only one thought echoing throughout your mind.

that is, bang jeemin is a dangerous woman.

it's a random day after school—a filler day as you like to call it—and you don't have anything planned with jeemin but you pick her up nonetheless. today's jeemin is a little more timid than usual. that's fine with you, of course, but you can't help but feel like your relationship has backpedalled.

even more so when she turns to you with a sad but very hopeful face, and says, and you quote: "i'm the one who wrote the letter."

well yeah, you know that already. and you tell her exactly that... maybe not exactly that. there's a lot of emotions you feel with this delicate topic, and you have to express those to her.

"i'm so sorry," you take her hands in yours, earnestly looking her in the eyes. "i already knew. just—just let me explain, okay?"

the girl looks confused, bewildered even. your guilt is eating you up whole. but your feelings are true; you're starting to like jeemin, in the way that she likes you. and you don't want her to think that you've been playing with her after receiving the letter.

"i've always thought you were cute, since the first day we met." you start, "but we'd never spent enough time together for me to develop any deeper feelings than that. you were more than a hallway crush, but less than a crush, you know?" you say all in one breath, hoping she doesn't take your own confession the wrong way.

you continue. "with all the time we've spent as of lately, i've gotten more than enough of the time for those feelings to bloom."

"oh."

oh. is all jeemin says. a good oh? a bad one? how are you supposed to know?

you won't get to know because she bites her bottom lip and walks away.

'damn it.' you curse in your head. 'you should've told her from the start, y/n. damn it.'

jeemin avoids you the entirety of the following day. you pretend it's not bothering you, but it's so painfully obvious to the others and yourself that it is affecting you. no texts back. no waves in the hallway. no visits during breaks. not even a single glance towards your table during lunch.

there's a jeemin-shaped hole shot through your heart, and it aches. if this is the result of no contact for a day, you think you're doomed.

you find yourself walking around campus with a glum aura surrounding you. jiyoon inconspicuously sends you pictures of puppies during class, hoping to silently cheer you up. which is silly, but you appreciate her efforts nonetheless.

after school, jungeun intercepts you on your feeble attempt to drag yourself to the dance club, and buys herself and you a strawberry milk from the vending machine near the school entrance. as thanks, you pat her head and walk her home, promising to treat her to a meal later.

and for the first time in a while, you're tossing and turning in bed. you didn't think jeemin had that much of an effect on you, but you stand corrected. it's kind of pathetic. you feel pathetic. not pathetic like jeemin after an intense workout, but pathetic like you can't live a day without her. and it has quite literally only been a day without her.

in your desperation to "catch some Z's" you hit up sarang. and sarang, oh so lovely sarang, sends you an hour long documentary about bears, which did not help.

(because admittedly, you watch the whole thing—beginning to end—and can only think about jeemin, the whole time.)

your one-day-hell abruptly ends during break when someone raps their knuckles against your desk, which consequently has you tearing your eyes away from your phone and up to the person—oh, it's jeemin.

oh. it's jeemin? (!) (!?)

"jeemin!" you stand up from your seat, wide-eyed and hands fumbling around to find a place to rest. they end up in your pockets, and you clear your throat of any phlegm before smiling. "hey."

"hey," she waves. the break is about to end, so she has to make whatever she's going to say quick. "our dance team is performing at the festival..."

you know that already. you are, in fact, the student council secretary, but you don't remind the dancer of that fact, waiting for her to continue.

jeemin looks down, mustering up all the courage she has. you can almost see it manifesting, what with how hard she's clenching her fists. "so, please watch me! i'll c-capture your heart with my charms!"

the statement is so ridiculous that you just have to laugh out loud. it sounds like it's straight out of a manga, the way she shouts it out loud for your whole class to hear. which by the way, is now staring at the two of you.

your laughter causes jeemin to shrink back (because who says that unironically?) but then you smile warmly at her.

"i promise i will."

and it's worth the embarrassment of having the whole class watch a part of your love life, because jeemin's face completely lights up and she flashes you the biggest smile you've ever seen her smile and runs off right before break ends.

the festival is in two weeks. and you're so looking forward to the dance club's performance.

recovered from the one-day-hell of jeemin deprivation, you're happily back to talking terms with the dancer. she's taken to staying behind longer to practice, which means you don't go out together for now. you don't take it personally, you've also been busy with secretarial duties.

sure, you're exhausted. but you know for a fact that the end product is absolutely going to be worth it, judging by the ones you've attended in the past. food stalls, various club attractions, and most of all the performances. seeing everyone's hard work come to fruition in person is amazing.

unfortunately, with everyone interested, it brings more work for the student council. budgets, club information, performance slots, booth availability, and more; every day feels like a marathon for your poor brain. after all of this is over, you'd really just like to take a giant nap.

mai's been juggling student council work and dance practice, keeping an even tighter schedule than before; there's more rigorous routines to perfect, and even more planning for the festival.

and speaking of the dance club, you've been pumped up ever since jeemin's corny declaration, looking forward to how she would charm her way into your heart. which, she already has, but knowing jeemin... she'll surpass your expectations in the best way possible.

sarang and saebi (another tall girl from dance club, who you don't talk to much but are acquainted with) catch you as you walk out of the student council room. they're in their practice clothes, presumably taking a break because they came out of the restroom across from the council room.

out of courtesy, you walk them all the way back to the dance club. it's pretty much a crime, how there's such a long way to the restrooms from the performing arts room. you try to convince yourself that the scenery makes up for it, with student art and posters adorning the walls and somewhat motivational quotes painted on the walls above the lockers. there's flyers advertising the upcoming fall festival everywhere, like a reminder being laser-beamed into your hippocampus.

you tuck your hands in your pockets, directing your gaze to the two girls to your right. "how's practice?"

saebi lights up, and you feel so blinded by her smile that you have to physically divert your eyes to recover. "it's going great! our routine is really coming together, i'm so excited to perform."

beside you, sarang narrows her eyes playfully. "you're not trying to get a spoiler out of us, are you?"

what? no, that's preposterous. you would never do such a thing. "yes."

"i think you got your thoughts and speech mixed up, unnie."

you don't need to defend yourself because after what felt like an eternity, the three of you have arrived safely at the performance arts room. taped to the door is a handmade poster that says 'come watch the dance club's performance at the festival! day 2, @ 1pm, main stage.' surrounding the text is a bunch of animals in various art styles, presumably drawn by different members of the club.

the door is shut, but if you listened close enough you could faintly hear the sound of shoe squeaking and some background music.

"that's weird," sarang comments, "everyone left for break. who could be in there?"

saebi twists the door knob and slightly opens the door. the three of you try to peek at the lone dancer through the open crack with sarang on the bottom, you in the middle, and saebi on top. you shift your eyes, quickly finding the dancer. the girl's movements are fluid, moving to the beat in confidence and determination. trying to identify mystery-dancer, you squint at the mirror and gasp.

the girl is jeemin.

'come to think of it, i've never seen her dance before, but...' a smile makes its way onto your lips. 'she's cool when she dances.'

the impromptu stack disbands and sarang turns to you with an animated smile. "it's jeemin-unnie! she's been working really hard, you know? to impress you."

to impress you? hearing it from jeemin is one thing, but for others to notice too? it makes you feel giddy inside. "is that so?"

both of the girls nod.

"i'll be looking forward to your performance, then," you grin, raising a fist.

sarang raises an eyebrow, opening her mouth to say something but chooses not to. instead, she smiles and waves, dragging the taller girl into the practice room with her.

huh. that was weird.

you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack. when you get home, you have an email to write, and a spreadsheet to edit. but instead of your work, your mind is overloaded with thoughts that consist of a certain bear-resembling girl whose initials are j.m.

it's d-day! you're supposed to be overlooking the event but fuko (oh so gracious fuko) told you to go off and watch the performances, saying something about how "experiencing the event" is "part of your job". that doesn't really make too much sense in your head, but you get to watch the thing that's been on your mind for weeks, a.k.a. jeemin's performance with the dance club.

the spacious front yard of the school has been completely transformed, with a huge slot of empty space before the almost professional looking main stage that was set up solely for the three-day festival. behind the audience area lies lines of food stalls and carnival games that only a fraction of the attendees can beat. lively student stall keepers holler and beckon people to come over, and some teachers who were forced into a hotdog costume or even an inflatable t-rex costume (believe it or not, there were plenty of those) are standing in front of attractions while holding signs.

you buy yourself some blue raspberry flavored cotton candy, and make your way over to the stage, hoping to get a good view before clumps of crowd form when the performances begin. you pull out a piece of the cotton candy and pop it in your mouth. it's sweet and sugary and- uh, it's just that. sweet and sugary, since cotton candy is entirely sugar and air. the rest of the sweet treat is inhaled by... none of than you, and you throw away the cone before rushing to grab a spot in the very front.

admittedly it is a little lonely, since most of your friends are performing—even jungeun and jiyoon, who are singing a duet together—leaving you alone to watch the show. no matter. they will have your support either way. your friends are very talented, and you'll always be their biggest fan.

fuko and one of your fellow student council members, the popular, bubbly social media manager, make their entrance onto the stage. the cheers that erupted from the crowd—that you didn't even notice formed around you—were deafening, and it was just because the pair walked onto the stage.

they do the usual greetings, do some mc-ing, and announce the first group to perform. there's an entertaining mix of stand-up comedy, magic shows, cover bands, singers, cultural performances, and more, and your chest swells with pride as you intently watch the students have fun on the stage. the festival is always an occasion in which you truly get to see unity within the community; all support, no hate. it's a beautiful thing.

jungeun and jiyoon emerge from opposite sides of the stage, and you scream as loud as you can when you catch glimpses of them in their black outfits. their performance soothe you, bringing you close to tears throughout the song. the girls' vocals come together in a saccharine mix, their voices complimenting each other in the best way you can describe: the epitome of harmony.

at the end of the song, you scream their names again and have to rush to write something on your phone to act as a sign, holding it up high so the girls can see it from their place on the stage. when they do notice it, jiyoon smiles and sends a heart in your direction, and jungeun waves with a toothy grin. yep. totally worth it.

a few more acts later and it's finally time for the dance club to shine. you're so excited you could bounce off the walls, if there was any nearby. once again, the crowd's cheers make you want to rip your ears off, but you join in anyway. you only live once, right?

the dancers get in position, but there's something strange: jeemin's nowhere in sight. you cheer for sarang and koko, who are the only ones you're familiar with in the lineup, and try to enjoy the routine as much as you can, but there's that stinging feeling in the back of your mind, questioning the lack of the girl who claimed she was going to "capture your heart with her charms".

you cheer again at the end of the routine, biting your lip. is jeemin okay? did she injure herself? what happened?

koko takes a mic, catching her breath and smiling. "i hope you enjoyed this performance! but..." she hands sarang the mic.

"don't worry," the shorter girl breathes out, "we still have one, special performance left."

for a brief moment, you swear she deliberately makes eye contact with you when she says special. involuntarily, your heart palpitates and your mind races and- bang jeemin.

bang jeemin, who stylishly walks in from behind the curtain with a stack of fake dollar bills in hand, followed by mai, saebi, and two girls who you recognize as kim sujung and son juwon, known for being incredibly skilled in the field of dance. they all throw their paper bills up into the air, making it rain and effectively gaining screams and cheers from the audience.

the background music—money, by lisa—starts and you can't help but to let your jaw drop, eyes sparkling as you admire everyone's moves, especially saebi's own killing part, and mai's fiery swagger. juwon's expressions are on point, and sujung is just so cool. most importantly, your thoughts immediately fill with 'jeemin, jeemin,' and more 'jeemin' and as soon as you catch her eye, you feel your legs almost give out.

'this girl,' you think, as you notice she is definitely sending winks and directing some of the choreography towards you. no, it is not your delusions. you know this is true. she is looking right at you.

you only feel more amazement when the four dancers move to the side to make way for jeemin's solo. her movements are filled with precision and charm, confidence oozing out with every gesture she makes and every expression she offers. if she hadn't charmed her way into your heart before, she definitely has now with this performance being the tipping point.

this jeemin is different from the timid, bashful jeemin from a year ago. you saw only a small part of this side of her a while ago, but now you get to see it for real.

the group joins back together for the dance break and the outro, and you suddenly feel your throat dry up, managing a weak cheer when jeemin sends the last wink to you. you're so impressed you're speechless. today is definitely a day to remember.

four of the girls make to exit the stage, and you almost attempt to leave the crowd until jeemin taps a microphone and it screeches—not the most conventional way of silencing the audience, but it works. even if it was unintentional on her part.

the dancer flushes red in embarrassment before she tries speaking into the mic. "um, hi. our performance was good, wasn't it?"

the audience erupts in a loud cheer. the corners of jeemin's mouth lift, and you unconsciously mirror the action. "i just wanted to say- uh, i have something special to say. to someone very special in the crowd right now."

she takes a deep breath, clenching the microphone as she slowly takes small steps in your direction. your breath hitches. "y/n. i want you to know that you've got this way about you that draws me in—your smile, your laugh, the care that leaks into each of your actions, your music taste... everything, actually." she laughs. the pleasant sound echoes within your mind; you hope you can hear this sound for the rest of your life.

"whenever you look at me or talk to me, i feel like my heart is going to burst. i admire you a lot."

some people around you gasp. you hear murmurs of, "oh my gosh, jeemin is the sender of that letter from a month ago!" and "it's her!?" all around you, and you've always disliked being the center of attention but you suppose today is a truly special occasion.

you're surprised she doesn't stumble over her words, with the rosy blush on her cheeks spreading to her ears. she continues, reaching the edge of the stage where you've been pushed to the front.

"i put a lot of effort into my performance to impress you, y/n..." she squats down. now you are eye to eye with jeemin and you're afraid that her blush is contagious, feeling a burning sensation on your own face. "so... have i charmed you?"

a microphone is passed to you, and you think all of your decision-making skills have been honed for exactly this moment. you inhale... exhale... and look into jeemin's deep brown eyes. "i must say, that was a rather... entrancing performance."

her eyes gleam, and you're unable to fight off the bright smile that settles on your face.

"and i'd also like to say that yes. you have successfully captured my heart with your charms."

a/n : i love u bang jeemin my favorite loser from izna

[iz-now]

I AM THE BEST team 130624 i-land2 n/a

[ssivinee]

❥ 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎

iland 2! Mai x 04! Trainee! F reader: Iland fans were currently waiting patiently for the sequel to the first. With the new faces involved, the fans love your interactions with the visual trainee.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's Note: Ya'll this fic was killing me since i didn't entirely watch iland BUT TRUST AND BELIEVE I DID MY BEST. I'll be working on my next fic right after this tho🤓.

Clip #1 🎬

The large enclosure rotated for the next team to appear. Koko, Yuju, Yui, and Y/n grasp each other's hands tightly, and they cheer when they see the other trainees seated in front of them. Before exiting, the girls bow down slightly in confusion due to the new environment. Noticeably, the team seemed to be chic yet “cool” due to the outfits worn. Koko and Yuju wore leather jackets, Yui wore a black sweater, and you came out with a dark blue demin jacket over your outfit. “They’re total hot girls,” you hear one of the unfamiliar trainees say. 

The four stepped down and took their seats as their profiles began appearing on screen. Y/n is the last profile to be shown, and many of the girls gasp when they see the facts and photos. “#All-rounder?” you hear from one of the trainees sitting below. You were ranked as one of the top trainees, and the room filled with many amusing sounds once the production showed many clips of you singing, rapping, and dancing exceptionally well. 

“#Former HYBE trainee?!” the girl you recognized, Fuko, said in surprise. Despite not being a formerly known trainee like your friend Jeemin, who you knew was in the show, many of the girls under the company respected you due to your kindness. Although, that was usually never enough. With your talents, every trainee found you as a threat, which led to many fake friendships along your training journey. “#Dancing AI,” Koko, being a close friend of yours, giggled as she read it. “What does that mean?” Gyuri asks, looking at you with her big doe eyes. 

“Y/n unnie can learn almost any dance within a few minutes!” Yui says, ecstatic about her teammate's skill. You nod, giggling at the younger girl's excitement. “I’ve been dancing since I was three, so it comes to me quickly.” The rest of the girls nod, and some clap slowly out of shock. “Sometimes it takes me four hours to get one dance right!” Nana, despite her shy demeanor, says in Japanese, and you chuckle. 

As you were mentally preparing yourself for the show, it was time for the final team to arrive. Before you could even process anything, you see the enclosure turn open, finding four girls who ranked quite high… and are clearly going to be on the same team. You heard some girls calling them the Avengers, and you were aware that Jeemin wasn’t there yet, so you were ready to give her a happy welcome. However, that plan changed when you made eye contact with a girl whose feline-like eyes captured your attention. 

If only you could show so much emotion right now, you probably would’ve fallen out of your chair at the sight of her beauty. She was absolutely gorgeous, and you almost couldn’t hold back the cheesy grin. Your eyes travel down to her name tag, reading ‘Mai’ in your head. Along with the other girls, you clapped for them but never kept your eyes off of her. Thankfully, the camera was focused on this last unit, or else you probably would’ve been flamed by everyone who was watching the show. 

You shake your head slightly, trying to get your head back in the game without messing up your hair. Soon after NaSURI and the weird robotic lady voice welcomed you all and gave you the rundown of everything, performances were to begin shortly. All of the girls stood up at the sight of the countdown and shrieked in shock. We were asked to change and moved to another set.

Everyone sat down, anticipating and anxious with each performance that was called. The first was Unforgiven, performed by Minsol, Sarang, Jiwon, and Juwon. You weren’t one to react so much, so your eyes stayed focused as the girls showed their talents. When Sarang begins the song, your eyes widen slightly, and you are shocked by the younger girl's stability and presence on stage. It's a fierce song, and out of all the girls, you almost always nodded every time Sarang was center, somewhat giving your ‘approval’ as a long-time trainee. 

When coming into iland, you had the mindset of being quite strict and stern with not only yourself but every other trainee. You were one of the oldest amongst the girls and had one of the longest training periods, so you thought it was only fair to think this way. After every performance, you felt that each performance had a ‘stand out girl’, and the rest didn’t seem to catch your interest in comparison to the rest of the teams. But your mindset of being a judge mentally came to a pause when it was your team's turn. 

Knowing the stakes of getting into iland were very low almost lit a fire in your eyes. You, Koko, and Yui begin the performance by standing over Yuju, shaking your jeans as the music begins. After Koko’s intro, your deeper voice sang as you danced with much energy. The rest of the girls looked in awe as you and the girls performed such a heavy hip-hop dance. You and Koko shared the center during the chorus, and many of the girls watching were impressed with your facial expressions. Behind the scenes, Taeyong and Monika nod as they jot down their notes on you. “She’s very good at portraying the song through her facial expressions,” Lee Jung states, nodding as she points at the screen with her pen.

“It’s ironic, she’s a strong performer, but off stage, she looks like a puppy,” Monika says, making the other coaches giggle, and the production put a cute photo of you on screen. You guys were getting to the end of the song, going strong throughout the entire performance, even with the difficult choreography. As you guys hit the ending poses, you do your best to regulate your breathing as the camera pans to each of you. “How? Y/n unnie doesn’t even look tired?” Saebi says, looking at her teammates like she just saw a superhero flying in the sky.

Now, you believe your team did great. I mean, Monika and Lee Jung even gave you such high remarks. “Out of all the girls, you were one of the ones we had high expectations from, and you went above those expectations. We were impressed by your performance today,” Lee Jung finishes when the camera suddenly cuts to Monika’s face. “Your dance was strong, your voice was stable, and I definitely felt the charisma and stage presence. Just try to mellow down, depending on the rest of your team. Being too strong can sometimes make the team feel unbalanced in the fan's eyes,” you nod, understanding Monika’s warnings. 

There were a few mishaps, but as you were the final girl to receive her iland votes, you were a bit anxious, especially with the unexpected vote for the rest of your team. Yuju held your hand, and you smiled through the anxiety that was literally about to consume you if they didn’t show your results fast enough. Thankfully, all the cards turned in one, showing the purple and pink design on all five, and you sigh in relief with hands over your chest. “I don’t think it was gonna be a secret for Y/n to make it in with 5 i-cards,” Jeemin says out loud, but almost saying it to herself, being so proud of her friend. 

With everyone's focus on the current emotional team, no one notices Mai’s attention on your face. Through her team, she found out that many of the trainees found you extremely intimidating in spite of your sweet personality, yet all Mai could really focus on was how cute your face was with the bright smile after your success of getting into iland. Your cheeks puffed out, almost holding back the tears after the stress you felt for you and your teammates, and Mai cooed at the expression.

Once your team takes their seats, you take a deep breath for the sad and good results. You guys didn’t actually have time to think, as the Avengers team was quickly next. Now, after all the stress, you just wanted to enjoy the performance. Your eyes go the largest it's ever been through the show as you see the slices and red peeking out of the black stage set up. The outfits of the four girls gave the song choice away, but you were getting excited. Sure, you wanted to see Jeemin perform for the first time in person, but you also didn’t want to admit that you were about to be so focused on Mai.

As Jeemin starts off Drama, you smile widely, seeing your long-time friend start off VERY strongly. She then moves back smoothly, and Mai’s eyes truly captivated everyone and the camera. When hearing her tone going ‘ziggy ziggy zag, I’m new. Cause i go biggie biggie bad, it’s true~’ you were surprised at the nasally yet unique tone that definitely impacted the song. Mai’s facial expressions also added to her presence, which had your jaw hanging low. You weren't sure if Mai was just that good of a performer, but you weren't exactly someone who was easy to impress, yet here you were, staring at the girl with hearts in your eyes.

As the performance ended, you huffed out a loud breath and thought, ‘Well… this is just sooooo great for me.’

Clip #2 🎬

After spending time with many of the iland girls, you gained many friendships. You and Jeemin became closer as time went by, and you even found yourself getting closer to other trainees like Fuko, Sarang, Jiyoon, Sujung, and Juwon. The girls gave you a sense of comfort, but due to past friendships, you never wanted to keep them too close. Once you all got close, feeling hurt was inevitable, especially on a survival show. 

In the upcoming weeks, it was finally time to prepare the signal song, Final Love Song, and Jungeun appointed you as the center of the stage after much consideration. The younger girl believed you and Juwon were the best candidates for the job, but in the end, Jungeun picked you.

Now, it felt as if every day, you were in that practice room dancing and singing every moment you could. You were aware that you had to take care of your body, but you wanted to guarantee your center position was safe. Every day was nine hours in the practice room, only taking five-minute breaks for water and a quick stretch.

You were, unconsciously, training much harder than usual. The title of center was something you believed you were capable of. Yet the judges had put an insane amount of pressure on you and another trainee. It seems as though the producers needed to keep the viewers entertained. So, behind the scenes, staff brainstormed new ideas, and they finally came up with something.

Now, all of a sudden, the new topic was ‘Y/n versus Saebi.’

The judges created this narrative on the show that the two of you are similar, have great centers, star quality, good expressions, good dancing, and are tall in height. Viewers even noticed the comparison was beginning to affect them. It was a mental warfare in your mind, and it was quickly physically draining you. At first, it was a friendly competition, a common thing amongst trainees, but it seemed like every comment the coaches said to the two of you was blatantly pitting the two of you against each other, and it seemed like Saebi was on the winning end of it.

It was now nearing the day of the performance, and you sat in the upper-performance room alone. The rest of the girls were loud and enjoying each other's company on the lower floors, dancing and singing with loud music on. Unbeknownst to you, the Japanese beauty was looking for you, and out of all the girls, you were the only one missing. The two of you may not have been as close as the others, but throughout every practice, it was like a silent trade of care. You would give Mai water and little smiles while Mai gave you vitamins, snacks, and comfort every time you were compared to Saebi.

She finds you in the far corner of the practice room, staring off into space, and she softly knocks to get your attention. Startled by the sound, you snap out of it to find Mai staring through the window, mouthing if it was okay to come in. You nod and try getting yourself together, comb your hair with your fingers, and rub your eyes lightly. 

“Why are you all alone up here?” Mai asks, sitting next to you. You sat there, not knowing how to respond to the question. Yet it felt like Mai understood you even if you didn’t say anything. You guess it’s a blessing in disguise as she was the first to approach you this time. 

“Why’d you leave them?” Mai chuckled briefly at your question as she shook her head, “No deflecting the question, Y/n. Why are you here alone?” You sighed, feeling tired all over again at the thought of the situation. “I needed to ‘think’ about everything because of the coaches this week,” you say with your face distraught, tucking your head into your knees. “About… you and Saebi?” You just stayed quiet, and the lack of response gave Mai the answer. “Y/n, they just wanna create drama and stress. You don’t actually believe you and Saebi are that similar… right?” She asks in a concerning tone, not a single hint of disdain.

“At first, I thought that was the case, but it feels like I'd just be compared to Saebi every single time for everything I’ve said or shown, no matter how good it is. Don’t get me wrong, Saebi is great, and it’s kind of a good thing that she’s now my ‘rival,’ but it’s just messing with my head. They make me feel like I’m chasing the wrong dream for myself,” you express, tearing up as Mai rests her arm around your shoulders. 

Your brain wasn’t even processing that you and Mai were getting closer or rather that she was even holding you. You just needed someone to listen and stay. “Y/n…”

Mai began but paused, “hm?” You asked and looked up at her. “Every person here brings something special to the table,” you nod, and she continues, “You're special, one of the most talented people I know on this show. Just because the judges create this rivalry between you two doesn’t mean it's bad. Saebi is Saebi, you are you. No one can exactly compare to you.” 

Your eyes tear up at the statement; for the first time since you got into iland, someone was able to calm you down and alleviate your nerves. You let out a shaky breath, wiping the tears away as you give her a small smile. “You didn’t answer my question, though,” you say as you straighten your posture. Mai looks over, eyes enticing you like always, “I couldn’t imagine having as much fun as them without you around.” Your heart was close to bursting out of your chest at the statement.

You already had many Mai + Y/n fans, but especially after this moment, you both just gained an entirely new fandom.

Clip #3 🎬

All the remaining girls were excited about the newest mission, the 1:1 position battle. You were currently in the room with Team B and decided your positions together. After several challenges and showing your strengths, you decided to go for the main vocal position. The girls agreed, and as excited as you were, it became another rivalry with the main dancers becoming the main vocalists this mission as Sujung became the main vocalist of Team A. 

This mission didn’t put much stress on you, though. You were confident in your skills, and since the signal song test, there hasn’t been much stress put on you. As time passed after your interaction with Mai, the two of you seemingly got closer. Many fans noticed the several interactions and how close you’ve gotten to the point that your duo was trending on Twitter, and many edits began circulating tiktok. 

When these videos started, it was due to the last episode when Mai got extremely happy with you staying in iland and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You were seen blushing and smiling hard as you gave her a hug, and this clip went viral amongst the community. 

Fans began calling you “star-crossed lovers” because it seemed as though the two of you were never on the same team on this mission. That didn’t seem to stop your bond, though. No matter what mission it was, no matter what team you both were on, the two of you would take breaks and visit each other when you could. Everyone loved it and didn’t know how much better it was going to get for them until today. 

As confident as you were, the situation was riskier as you were sharing the main vocal position with Jiyoon. So not only was it a 1:1 battle, it was a 1:1:1:1 battle for you, Jiyoon, Sujung, and Gyuri. Leading up to the performances, the practices had been great for you. There were no mistakes, nothing stressful, and it was an exciting mission overall. Yet a strike of bad luck hit you like a truck. On performance day, you find yourself waking up feeling very sluggish and weak. 

You were sick and had a fever.

Getting out of your room was a difficult task in itself. You practically dragged your body out to get ready with the makeup team. Sitting on the tall chairs, the artist applied makeup to your face as you drifted in and out of sleep, taking little cat naps. 

Mai, who was sitting right next to you, takes a glimpse at you, brows furrowing a little at the look of your paler complexion. “Y/n? Are you feeling okay?” You truthfully shake your head, “I’ll push through it, though.” Mai winces, listening to the rough and groggy voice you let out. “But your throat sounds and looks painful for you to even talk,” she stares as you massage your throat a bit. “I’ll rest after the mission,” you nod at her, face painted with pain. 

You changed into a light blue top, and rehearsal began. Your hoarse voice was too noticeable, and many girls told you to rest instead. Jiyoon was kind enough to give you candy that helps with sore throats, and Koko made a small cup of tea for you.

So when performance time came for team B, you could imagine how bad it went for you. Dancing caused slight dizziness now and then, which caused you to lose balance at times, and you were evidently in pain as you pushed through the performance. Mai watched with the rest of her team, her eyes looking very uneasy. The camera would cut to her, and every time it was right after showing you, her hands were clasped together tightly, almost wishing you were going to finish strong. 

You couldn’t as the performance ended; you collapsed on one knee as the exhaustion weighed on you like a ton of bricks. Mai jolts up from her chair, wanting to run to you immediately, yet holding herself back. The result wasn’t shocking, but you lost hard in that mission and were sent to the grounder level.

The next time Mai sees you, you are slouched over, paler, and sweating as you walk in, and Mai does her best to not hug you. As much as she wanted to, you likely needed space and just someone to support your body. The camera followed the two of you as she took your arm and supported your weight, leading you to the bedroom area and settling you into bed. She let you rest while running around getting medicine, water, and some snacks as she had to go back to filming with the other girls.

“I’ll come back as fast as I can and help you settle into bed, Y/n; just change into your pajamas first,” Mai says out of breath as she lays your pajamas on the edge of your bed, nearing your arms. She gave you a quick hug and dashed out. You changed at such a slow pace and felt your body going sore as you finished and laid back down. 

After eating the crackers Mai left, you took the medicine and were knocked out instantly. Your eyes flutter open as you feel a wet feeling on your forehead. You see a bare-faced Mai with a bowl of soup in her hands, stirring it as she blows the steam away. “Mai?” 

Mai looks at you, a bit startled, but smiles at your cute-looking face. You were still in a daze from the medicine, so you didn’t really mind the cameras being still on… not that you were even aware at the time. “Are you feeling any better now, sweetie?”

Not feeling sure if you just felt even worse at the moment, but you feel your body heat up at the pet name. “Uhm, yeah yeah, I’m feeling a bit better,” You stutter out and Mai nods as she stirs the warm bowl, “good good.” 

She begins feeding you spoonfuls of the delicious soup, “how was the mission,” you asked. Mai gives you a sweet yet regretful smile, “it went okay, I won the one v. one.”

You do your best to sit up and give her the widest smile you possibly could in your current state. “Mai, that’s great! You can be happy for yourself,” you tell her softly, grabbing her hand with a small smile. “Your win makes me happy enough,” you said with much more sincerity as you made eye contact with her. She smiles wider, “I am pretty happy about it,” you giggle at her happy face, and she continues feeding you as you keep looking at her beautiful face.

It was a week before the finale, and the girls decided to have a final get-together in one of the bedrooms. Some of the remaining girls huddled up on the three beds as they shared snacks and sipped one drink. The room was filled with sounds of laughter. 

Mai, Jiyoon, Jeemin, Gyuri, and Yuju decided to heat up some warm snacks while the rest stayed back. You and Koko were giggling, and Jungeun gasped at the video on her phone. “Y/n unnie~,” she calls out and walks over to your bed. You and the other Japanese look at the younger girl, and she flips her phone to display it to the two of you. Once you see Mai’s face, you take a closer look and softly take her phone. Suddenly, you hear a squeal beside you, “Unnie~, an edit of you and Mai unnie?!” Koko asks, shaking you as she looks so giddy. 

You just laughed and continued watching. It was a video comprised of all the hugs, small kisses, and sweet moments. Your face couldn’t hold back the blush when you saw the clips of the first episode, with you staring at Mai with lovey-dovey eyes. Koko and Jungeun slap your arm playfully, and the girls from the kitchen start pooling back into the room. Mai sees the interaction between the girls. “What’s going on?” Mai sets the food down on the side table and swiftly lays in your arms. You hold the phone down to her face and show the video.

Mai watches as IWALY plays as the songs edit, and she wiggles in your arms, hearing the addictive tune. Jeemin takes a peek at your phone and giggles, “Only if all your fans knew; they would probably be the happiest fanbase in the world. " You nod and laugh as Jiyoon looks at the three of you confused. “Knew what?” she asked, and Jeemin pointed at the two of you, “That the two of them have BEEN together all this time.”

Mai sits up a bit, staring up at you as she pouted. You gave a quick peck and squeezed her tighter, not being able to handle how cute she was. “Hold on, when did you guys even meet?” Gyuri asked, laying on the end of the bed. She kicked her feet like a child asking their parents about their first interaction.

“It was two years ago at a modeling gig here. We worked together for three days and started hanging out of work, and we found out we were both trainees. A year later, I asked her out, and here we are,” you summed it up as Mai squeezed your hand and kissed the back of it. “You can say the rest is history,” Mai giggles as you pat her head, and the girls tease their unnies for the rest of the night.

Note: Yall this fic was literally beating my ass... my BraIN AiNT FunCtiONiNg prOPerLy.