#jangnyeon a star is born

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hii could you a part 2 of little distractions where they officially get together? i need more okgyeong x reader

UNBEKNOWNST TO YOU

MOON OKGYEONG x GENDER NEUTRAL READER

WORDS: 2k | READ PART 1 aka LITTLE DISTRACTIONS

SYNOPSIS: After you and Okgyeong's usual hangout at the bar, she reveals a deeper facet of her feelings using her own intimate, coy ways—perhaps one that almost ends up blurring your perception of fantasy and reality.

"I am a rather simple person, Okgyeong," you say. "Typical responsibilities by day. Leisures at night. You, however, are far from it."

Okgyeong gives you a soft scoff, the corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smile. She tilts her head, her dark eyes glinting beneath the dim lights of the bar. "If only your simplicity could hide how alluring you actually are."

You laugh softly, half-embarrassed, but the other half of you is still trying to grasp what exactly she means by that. You, alluring? The thought almost feels like a foreign concept. But with Okgyeong, there’s always this quiet intensity in her words—a gravity that makes you wonder if you’re truly as simple as you think. You glance over at her, her confident stride, the way her face seems illuminated with an ethereal glow, and you can’t help but feel a quiet reverence for the woman beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Okgyeong's thoughts are still simmering from earlier that afternoon, when she picked you up from work. She had arrived a little early, making her way through the lobby of your office building, where she'd overheard two of your colleagues chatting by the lobby. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.

"That little smile earlier was charming.”

‘I saw it. Oh dear, how lucky you are.“

Okgyeong had bristled, pressing her lips together as she leaned against the wall, out of sight but very much within earshot. She'd never been the jealous type—at least, she hadn't thought she was. But hearing someone else fawn over you, seeing how others noticed the warmth and quiet charisma you brought to any room, made something tighten in her chest. She had wanted to march right up to you, take your hand, and whisk you away before anyone else could. And so, when she finally saw you there who just timed out of work, she wasn’t able to stop herself from hurrying you out of the building with an urgency flickering in her gaze that you hadn’t quite understood.

Now, as she watches you in this cozy, intimate glow of this bar—you and her lovely haven—she finds herself struck again by just how oblivious you are. The way you tilt your head as you listen, the way your hands curl around your glass with that quiet grace. You call yourself simple, but Okgyeong only sees the unique beauty in the way you carry yourself. It drives her to the point of wanting to keep you close, hidden from the world. She wishes she could tuck you safely in her pocket, carrying you everywhere, guarding your sweetness for herself.

Her thoughts are interrupted when you frown, "What’s going on in that head of yours, Okgyeong? You look… intense."

“Thinking about how I could hide your allure from anyone else but me,” she murmurs, her voice low, deep in thought. The way she said it without any semblance of embarrassment or humor almost turns you into a mindless, lovesick puddle.

You look down, catching the faintest blush on your own cheeks. "You make me sound like I'm some mystery even when I'm not.”

"Heh, I guess I just have to make you realize then." There's a sincerity in her eyes that almost takes your breath away. "I don’t think you see yourself the way I do."

You let out a small, awkward laugh, unsure of what to say to such intense honesty. It’s strange how she has this way of making you feel seen, like every little habit or smile of yours is something special.

The evening wears on, filled with laughter and quiet smiles, and you’re constantly reminded of the world of difference between you two. Okgyeong tells stories of her performances. She still feels fed up at times but perhaps your presence in the crowd has been helping her. Not to mention the fact that she treats your nighttime hangouts at this bar as her very own debriefing session. She almost sounds like you’re the only one in the room, the one she wants to impress. 

Okgyeong suggests you two walk outside to get some fresh air after the drinking session, just so both of you can go home sober. You agree, gleefully so, appreciating the fact that she wants to lessen your hangover the morning after.

But then, as you walk down the pavements, something comes up in Okgyeong’s silly little mind.

“You know,” she says, voice soft but teasing, “I could show you a bit of what I do on stage. Give you a private performance.” Her eyes narrow playfully, a small, daring smile pulling at her lips.

“While walking?” you chuckle in disbelief, a little flustered by the idea. “And don’t I already get enough of your performances? Moon Okgyeong, I barely miss Maeran troupe’s performances, you know?”

“No, just imagine it…” She closes the distance between you two, her whole demeanor shifting in an instant, and the usual laid-back posture transforming into something more refined, princely.

She then stops walking, and you follow suit, looking around in quite a panic. If someone were to spot you two they would think you’re a pair of drunk idiots. The idea amuses you, but it might not be good for Okgyeong’s image!

Much to your worry, however, Okgyeong’s posture just goes upright and noble. Then suddenly, when her smile drops and her eyes turn poignant, she’s no longer Okgyeong but a regal figure from some old tale, a prince on a mission.

Prince Hodong from Jamyunggo. Perhaps you’ve watched so much of her that a brief change in expression could already make you deduce which character she is trying to portray.

Her hand slides over to your shoulder. She positions herself behind, her touches gentle, her lips inches away from your ear. “Oh, my dearest Princess Mokryeon…” she begins, her voice lowering, words laced with an intensity that makes the hair on your arms stand on end. “I have crossed rivers and scaled mountains to see you, my one and only.” Her other hand lifts to your cheeks. It then trails down to rest lightly along your jaw. “And I shall continue to do so, just as I would be willing do so.”

You feel your breath catch, aware of every point where her skin touches yours. Unlike in the theater, where her voice must have volume enough to reach the back even during intimate scenes, Okgyeong’s voice right now is barely a whisper—tipping almost to sultriness, but still gentle enough to be as wholesome.

She gently tilts your face with her fingers, in an angle just right to see you eye to eye, while you—for the love of god—can’t look away. No, you refuse to look away, not when her thumb brushes over your cheek, especially not when it leaves a tingling warmth in its wake. 

“Would you take my hand, my dear princess,” Prince Hodong murmurs, her words carrying a solemn vow, “and let me guard you, cherish you, for as long as I draw breath?”

You have to say something. 

But Okgyeong’s breath tickling the expanse of your neck and the back of your ears is not helping at all. Your mind is suddenly a muddy puddle, devoid of thoughts for its fitful sake to keep your sanity in check.

She notices your surprise and fluster, and yet she doesn’t break character—well, aside from the glint in her eyes that she barely hides out of amusement with your reaction. Her hand leaves your chin, then it trails down to your wrist, wrapping around it with a tenderness that’s both grounding and thrilling. “My love, my sweetest love,” she says, voice dropping even lower, “I would be a fool to let another soul near you, to allow any gaze but mine to rest upon you.”

Wait, hold on. You’ve watched Maeran’s rendition of Jamyunggo for as long as you remember, and so you know by heart that what she said just now is not in the script.

Her hand shifts—two fingers graze the inside of your wrist where she can feel the rapid beat of your pulse. Oh dear, it’s beating so fast; the way Okgyeong is trying her hardest not to chuckle upon realizing that fact.

Why wouldn’t it beat fast though, when you now feel the world around you slipping away? Her words are weaving a spell around you, and you couldn’t comprehend anything but the weight of her touch as well as the steady, smoldering look in her eyes.

“I… I wouldn’t know what to do with a prince like you,” you stammer, unsure if you’re trying to go along with her adlibs or genuinely raising a concern.

Okgyeong’s lips twitch, a soft smile breaking through her intensity. She softens her gaze, much to your relief, but her fingers still linger on your wrist��it feels warm, grounding.

“Then let me show you,” she lifts your hand up to her chest, then presses it over her heart. “Can you feel it too?”

“F-fast…” your gaze quickly lays upon her, now confused. Why is her heart beating fast?

“Indeed it is,” she smiles, “wanna know why?”

And with that smile, you just know that she’s done acting a while ago. “Okgyeong…”

“Hm?” Okgyeong lights up with a tender smile. She holds your hand a moment longer, touch lingering even as she returns to her usual self.

“Why?”

"Honestly, I... I’m not used to feeling like this," she admits, a touch of uncertainty as she laughs. "I’m always in front of others. Performing. But with you, the primary isn’t to perform, but rather to be just here, with you."

You feel the warmth spread through you, filling all the quiet spaces inside. For the first time, you understand a little of what she’s been trying to tell you. You aren’t just a simple person. You’re someone who—without even knowing—has become the most captivating part of her world.

“But, Okgyeong,” this time, you’re the one to close the distance, “you’re way beyond me. I’m as plain and normal as you could ever be. I don’t think you…”

Okgyeong hushes you, her finger laying atop your lips. “You have no idea how I see you, how other people see you, and how much I’ve been holding back all this time.” 

And now, she looks more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her.

Of course, you don’t think you could ever understand how she sees you. Her dark eyes are soft in the moonlight as you speak, but it’s not a mirror—it never would be. It's just like how Okgyeong will never understand how you see her.

To you, Okgyeong’s the charismatic one. She commands a room; her voice and presence fill every corner. She’s Maeran’s prince, after all. She’s someone who embodies grace and allure in a way no one else could. Yet, here she is, eyes full of yearning and reverence before you.

She is wrapped in the warmth of your simplicity, hopelessly so, that she finds herself craving it more than the applause of a thousand audiences.

You’re at a loss for words. For all the times you’ve shared quiet moments together, she’s never been so open about how she feels about you. Only now do you realize that Okgyeong actually cares this much, this deep. There’s much of herself she holds back out of fear of overwhelming you. And as you gaze back at her, you realize just how badly you want to ease the doubts lingering in her mind.

"Then… make me," you say softly, "make me understand how you see me, Okgyeong.”

Your words seem to stun her, and for once, you see her carefully composed exterior crumble. Her lips part as if to say something to no avail. Instead, she steps forward, reaching out until her lips glide yours. You feel tremors in her hands as they wrap around your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile, a feeling of warmth and belonging spreading through you.

Her lips are soft on yours, careless and unrefined. Sloppy as it sounds, you could feel how Okgyeong had really held herself back in consideration of your feelings. And now that you’ve given her the go signal to let it all out, there’s no way she could let that opportunity pass. You’re gonna feel all of her, tonight and the days after, until you can finally understand where she’s coming from—until you can finally see how she sees you.

Her touch lingers in your every nerve, wrapping around you like a blanket. You feel warmth spreading through your chest, and slowly, carefully, your heartbeat stables again.

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LITTLE DISTRACTIONS

MOON OKGYEONG x GENDER NEUTRAL READER

WORDS: 2k

TAGS: fanfiction, flirty okgyeong, slice of life, romance

The bar beside the International Theater—one you discovered not long after you frequented Maeran Gukgeuk Troupe's plays—has become your tranquil haven after watching their grand and emotionally-driven performances. Only low murmurs and clinks of glass wines could be heard, something to calm you down from Moon Okgyeong's voice tugging the string of your heart approximately an hour ago.

However, there's one common problem as of late: Moon Okgyeong hangs out in this place too after her performances.

Well, hanging out is one thing. But sitting next to you all the time? Spending her valuable time doing nothing but yammer over vodka? Having this routine for three months straight, no less—that is another.

Quick as you may, you catch Okgyeong as she steps into the dimly lit room, her bright costume discarded in favor of something more casual—a manly black suit and a hat of the same color. Her make-up, extravagance, and Prince Hodong's cadence are gone as she walks, and yet the weight of her presence still fills the air. The applause still rings faintly in your ears, but you can tell—she’s already beyond it.

Tonight, Okgyeong greets you first, kindly so, as if she went here just to see you and avid audiences like you are nothing but her silly little neighbors. You slide off your stool, waving your hand as she walks towards you.

She then asks, “Is this seat taken?” 

You shake your head no and notice a bright glint on her eyes at the silent approval to have her sit beside you. 

"You were brilliant tonight. As expected of Moon Okgyeong.”

"Brilliant? I think I was rather bored tonight. And I failed to mask it with my acting." She leans against the counter before gesturing at the bartender to order. "Every night feels like the same performance. Same notes. Same people. Same...everything.”

Much to her lament, your heart just skips a beat. How easy it is for Okgyeong to say this much. This is not something she could easily utter to all of her audiences.

“I could tell," you admit. "You seemed distant tonight like you were waiting for something more.”

Her lips curl into a smirk, fingers tracing the rim of her glass, expression hard to read this time around. Is she smirking because you got her again, or is she perhaps humored at your attempt to do so?

But then again, it seems like Okgyeong has become comfortable enough with you during the moments you two cross each other at this very bar. You like her in the same manner her more passionate girls do—that much you could say—but you were neither invasive nor rabid about it. Whenever you and Okgyeong talk, it's as though she's talking to a colleague; at least you try to keep it that way regardless of how tempting it could be to squeal and fawn over her.

After a bit of pondering, she purses her lips and says, "Hmm, I think this feeling would pass with little distractions from time to time.”

“Uh-huh…?” you trail, scrutinizing her reaction. When you realize it, you sigh in defeat. “Okay, then. Don't push yourself if you don't want to talk about it.”

Her eyes flicker to yours, intrigued. “But I'm serious!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” the rolling of your eyes said otherwise though. It made Okgyeong laugh even more. “I'll pretend I'm not seeing my dear Okgyeong getting slowly fed up with gukgeuk just because I like watching her on stage. I'm selfish like that.” The sarcasm lacing your voice subtly hopes Okgyeong would open up more, even if it would make your heart skip a beat more.

After all, this is surely something she couldn't easily open up even to her closest people, especially since the closest people in question are also part of Maeran Gukgeuk Troupe.

Much to your dismay, she just smirks and leans closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I just need a distraction, really. Come on, look at me.”

And so you do, only for your pulse to quicken at the distance she has on your face as well as the challenge in her tone.

“I don't look as tired anymore, no?” she quips. “It's because your presence distracts me. It makes me feel better.”

Oh god. This woman could make ladies swoon as easily as she breathes.

“Really?” you tease back, or so you try, because you can't keep staring at those eyes. “What then, do we keep a routine of me distracting you with my presence every after your performance so you don't feel so fed up with your job?”

“Aren't we already doing that, though?” she scoots nearer as if what she's about to say is a pretty little secret only you could keep for her. “You see, I only started frequenting here after realizing that this is where you tend to spend the night.” She then examines your now surprised expression. “Oh no, you didn't notice? And when I thought I was being obvious about it.”

 “Moon Okgyeong!” you gasp. “What a flirt!”

"Flirt?" she laughs, a soft, melodious sound, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I'm just being honest. You think I came here for the drinks?" and then she tilts her head, a slow smile spreading as she studies you, clearly enjoying the reaction she's getting. "You’ve been my little secret for months, you know. At first, I thought it was just a fluke, but then... well, I found myself coming back for more."

Your heart skips again, though this time you try to mask it with a light scoff. “Oh, shut up.”

Her eyes, however, remain locked onto yours, her gaze playful but with an edge of something else—something more serious, like she's waiting for you to say something.

What changed from the times you hung out together in this bar? 

All you could remember is that when you got used to her presence enough not to stammer, you started giving constructive criticisms of her performance, or objective advice on things she opened up at random times. Surely, she had come to appreciate them very much. That's why you're not too surprised that the reserved and cool Moon Okgyeong could open up more now.

Not to mention that your ticket for tonight wasn't something you bought for yourself as usual. She personally handed it to you days prior—at this very bar—asking you to not be late.

With the realization, the air between you then starts to feel thicker, heavier, and charged with something yet to be spoken. You open your mouth to respond, but for a moment, words fail you. It’s strange to have Okgyeong this close, for you are so used to watching her grace and cadence from afar

Finally, you manage a grin, half nervous, half amused. "Well, if it’s me you need as a distraction, I should probably charge you for my time."

Okgyeong chuckles again, more genuine this time around, a little warmer, even—just as though a weight has been lifted off her. She retracts from the distance with an almost mischievous look in her eyes. "You would, wouldn't you? I’m sure you have a price."

"Of course," you reply, now leaning back slightly as you try to regain your composure. "Everyone has their price. I like to think mine is just a little more complicated than most."

“Complicated, you say?" she murmurs. "I like that. Makes things less boring."

The bartender places her drink in front of her, the delicate clink of the glass breaking the moment, but the tension doesn’t quite dissipate. Okgyeong picks it up, takes a slow sip, and then, as though nothing happened, she sets it down with a nonchalant smile. “Do tell, then, pretty lady. What would be the price of indulging you to ease my worries?"

Her sudden change in tone and wording breaks off the nervousness in your nerves. You end up chuckling with her tomfooleries. And so you giggle, “More free tickets!” 

“And when you say your price is complicated,” Okgyeong could just playfully roll her eyes—perhaps a better response than blurting out what really was on her mind: that you're cute and it makes her want to take you home tonight.

“Seriously, though. How can I help you with that? We might be laughing right now, but burn out from work isn't something to take lightly.”

"Don't sweat it. I can manage.” She clicks her tongue. “I could still cling onto things that interest me. Things that’d keep me from completely losing interest in everything else.”

"Like me?” Finally, the realization drops at you all at once. Okgyeong is not messing around. “Is that why you come here?"

She nods, leaning back in her seat, the playful edge to her expression now replaced by something more contemplative. "Yeah, I don't know, perhaps it just feels different whenever I talk to you."

"How so?" you ask, leaning in just a little, hoping that a more relaxed posture could hide the flush creeping on your cheeks.

She meets your gaze; there’s a deeper layer in it there now—something more vulnerable. "You don’t treat me like someone who’s always on display for everyone, or someone who has to portray a specific role all the time. You actually listen when I talk, not just when I'm trying to entertain people on stage. It's refreshing."

The words catch you off guard. The thought that she might find comfort in your normality, in the way you don’t treat her like an object of adoration fills your heart with warmth. 

If only Okgyeong knew how hard it is to keep your cool whenever she's here with you.

"I guess I'm just trying to be a decent human being…?”

Okgyeong brushes her fingers lightly against yours. "You make me feel like I’m not just Moon Okgyeong, Maeran Gukgeuk Troupe's star. For once, I get to just be... me."

There’s a long pause as you both sit in the space between those words. Her fingers remain against yours, and the usual walls that seem to surround her seem to crumble.

"S-so…" you stammer—breaking the silence—for one more move from Okgyeong and you might end up squealing and professing your love for her, "are you still looking for a distraction, or have I already provided one?"

Okgyeong smirks again, the teasing glint returning to her eyes. "I think you’ve done enough for tonight. Don’t think this means you’re off the hook, though. I’ll be back."

And with that, she stands, straightening her suit and ruffling your hair along the way.

“Okgyeong!” you exclaim. “I've fixed my hair for today. Stop messing it up!”

“Oh you did? For me?” Only for her to mess it up again.

“Shut up!”

“Worry not, though. You're still as beautiful,” she chuckles, offering you one last lingering look before walking away—slowly, purposefully, leaving behind the faintest trace of her presence in the air.

You sit there for a long while after she leaves; you can't even touch the vodka left in your glass. The space around you suddenly feels emptier as if she had brought your presence of mind out of the bar with her.

You glance down at the spot where her fingers had brushed against yours, and then you lay your hand on the crown of your head which she messed up. There, a strange smile tugs at your lips.

Maybe Okgyeong was right. Maybe the distraction she needed was already here all along.

And perhaps, it wasn’t just her who had been distracted.

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