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I'LL BE YOUR MAN (KINGDOM LEGENDARY WAR

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 2021, Kingdom Legendary War era

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,2k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Stray Kids' performance with "I'll be your man" wasn't easy from the very beginning...

♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @kimcheon-sa , @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs , @qtnoaly

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The performance with the cover of I'll Be Your Man as part of the Kingdom Legendary War program was fast approaching... It's hard not to, though, when there wasn't that much time at all between recordings for the episodes. Work on the show began a few hours after the song was chosen. All Chichi was waiting for was a background music from 3RACHA that she could work on. Its absence, however, didn't mean she wasn't working - in the meantime, she had already spent several hours thinking about the concept and general set design, which she offered to take care of as part of the choreography. She was just sitting exhausted in the middle of the practice room in worn, washed-out sweatpants and carelessly combed hair when she took the phone in her hand. 3:11am. The night is still young, right? That's probably what Bang Chan thought too, from whom an incoming call had just popped up on her phone screen. She answered the call quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

„Yeah?"

"Are you at the label?"

"Yeah..."

On the other side she heard a quiet sigh.

"Normally I'd tell you to go to bed right away, but this time I'm glad you're here. Will you come up to my studio?"

Ichi made a quiet sound of confirmation and hung up, putting her phone in her pocket. She took a blanket from the leather black couch and wrapped it around herself becoming a pancake of fatigue. She walked slowly up to the next floor, to "Channie's Room." She knocked briefly and went inside. Han and Changbin were already waiting for her on the couch, and Chan was sitting at the desk, on which a laptop lay turned on. All eyes were now on the newly arrived guest.

"I feel like I've done something wrong." She confessed with a quiet laugh and sat down on the armrest of the couch. "What's up?"

Chan sent her an encouraging smile and changed the piece of paper that lay in front of him.

"It's about your lines."

"There's nothing to talk about." She replied immediately, suddenly no longer sleepy. "I don't want any, I just want to dance well."

"But-"

"Really, that would be fine. As long as I can dance well then-"

But she said no more, as Changbin put a small buttered roll into her mouth, a bag of which lay open on the couch between him and Han.

"Be quiet and listen. This is where Changbin did quite a long rap." Chan handed Ichi a piece of paper he had just removed from a small stack lying on his desk. "He said he'd like you to perform it."

"Me?" She looked immediately at Changbin, but he remained silent. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so she hastily averted her eyes from him and focused on the text on the piece of paper. "Wouldn't it be easier to divide it between me and Changbin? Or give it to Changbin in general? I don't think I can handle it, it's too important performance to experiment like this..."

"You can handle it." Changbin finally spoke up. "Your pronunciation is already really good, besides you're in good shape, you won't run out of breath, which you control well anyway. You'll succeed and we'd like you to do it. Okay?"

Chichi swallowed her saliva loudly, looking then at the guys then back at the piece of paper. Oh god...

"O-okay."

•••

Recording her rap lasted until 7am, she had already stayed in the studio with the guys, getting 2 energy drinks and big coffee. Changbin directed her, he even recorded for her as he rapped the part so she would know what and how. The boys were pleased with the result, but Ichi only felt growing anxiety and panic. She wasn't good enough to do it, not during something so important. Chan assured her that "when should they experiment if not now," but this did not appeal to her at all. Still, she did it so as not to let down the trust placed in her so much - yet inside she felt she was dying of stress.

The only thing that comforted her was the fact that, along with her part, the recording for the cover had been completed and she already had material with which to move on with her work on the choreography and visual part of the performance. In the whirlwind of all her work, she managed at times to forget the weight that had been placed on her shoulders. After another day and a second consecutive sleepless night, she was already able to proudly invite the rest of the members to the first presentation of the choreography and the first rehearsal. After consulting with Minho, she made a few modifications and rehearsals in the following days were already in full swing.

After one such rehearsals, the members went for a well-deserved break, which was actually lying on the floor together and catching their breath. Chichi wasn't as tired as they were, but she couldn't deny herself lying down between Felix and Jeongin. Maknae tapped her on the cheek with his index finger, to which the oldest member smiled instantly.

"I like your part." He said quietly enough that only she could hear him. "Don't be afraid, ok? Go ahead and do your job."

Ichi could have sworn that if he had added one more sentence she would have cried like a baby. She was afraid, terribly afraid. Raping not live, surrounded by people who made her feel comfortable was one thing, but doing it in front of so many people in front of the TV, in front of other idols with more experience than her, and that's when there's a win at stake... It was already a different thing. She didn't think she should do it. What if she gets the words wrong? What if her accent is heard somewhere and the situation with online hate happens again? She doesn't know if she is currently capable of going through something like that again...

•••

The last rehearsal had just successfully ended. The performance was tomorrow... Ichi turned off the recording she was playing from her laptop and applauded her members briefly.

"Very good. I'm glad we're very in sync, just as I asked. Otherwise the choreography would look very messy. Therefore, today let's have some nice meal, preferably meat, to gain strength. I’m paying."

Sounds of satisfaction went through the training room and boys thanked her with loud applause, then headed for the exit together. Chichi already wanted to follow them out, but after reflexively counting the members in front of her, she realized that someone was missing. She looked behind her and saw Lino, tying the laces of his sports shoes. She smiled softly at this sight and turned around, crouching next to him. The man raised his head, then eyebrow slightly.

"I know where’s exit." He snapped her lightly on the forehead, yet Ichi lost her balance in surprise and fell on her butt. She lowered her eyebrows.

"A person can no longer do anything nice for you without being victimized!"

"Don't cry, or I'll feel sorry or something." She laughed quietly while lowering her head, but Minho helped her up nonetheless. "Why are you so stressed?"

She looked at him unsuccessfully trying to hide her surprise at how quickly he saw through her... Although maybe it wasn't that hard after all?

"How do you know?"

"Your hands are shaking so much that if you put a knife and a potato in them, you would peel it whole after a few seconds."

Chichi didn't even know how to comment on it....

"I don't know myself. I don't think I'm capable of doing something like that. The rap is fast and long, apparently it was meant for two people, not one!" She called out immediately, feeling her voice breaking.

Still, she made no impression on Lino, as he only blinked slowly when she finished speaking.

"So?" Ichi opened her mouth slightly. What do you mean "so"?! "Chan is hardly ever wrong when it comes to music. If he or any of 3RACHA has generally decided that you should perform this particular part then you should do it. If you can't trust yourself then trust them."

Ichi listened to him carefully, a moment later lowering her gaze. If it were as simple as he says... Or maybe it actually is, only she is making it unnecessarily difficult for herself? After all, it's not like the whole performance is focused solely on her part, is it? It's not up to her to determine their to be or not to be... But then again, it's probably too crucial a moment of the song to ruin it?

"You're right." She said finally, feeling like she had been thinking about his words for ages. "Instead of thinking about how I shouldn't do it, I should do my best to do it and do it the best of my ability."

Minho nodded and patted her firmly on the back.

"And keep it that way. Now come on, I didn't waste precious minutes of my life on you so that now I can't eat properly."

Ichi stuck her tongue out at him and went ahead. What he said made sense, the question was did it actually calm her down?

•••

The day of the performance finally came. Ichi paced around the already prepared stage, warming up her voice and waving her hands, unable to stand still. With only a few minutes left, she could feel the stress rising dramatically within her, causing a huge heaviness in her stomach and a cold sweat on the back of her neck. She can’t do it, she can’t do it, she can’t do it...

"You can do it." Mumbled Changbin quietly, standing suddenly behind her. Ichi turned around instantly, taking a deep breath. "I know we have our backs to each other in the choreography, but if you feel the stress is getting to you don't hesitate and look at me, okay? Look at me, your biggest fan."

Ichi felt tears slowly flow into her eyes, disturbing her vision. She began to blink rapidly to get rid of them, and in response let out only a quiet "mhm" muffled by the gurgle formed in her throat by the stress.

The recording began. Chichi was able to concentrate fully on the dance and for a moment forgot about the stress taking over her entire body. It returned with redoubled force, however, when she and Changbin knelt in their positions while all attention was focused on Seungmin and Chan performing their parts. Ichi lowered her head. She felt like throwing up, afraid she would as soon as she opened her mouth. She sniffled silently without even knowing when she started crying. She can’t do it... She turned quickly to Changbin, who must have known all along that she was going to do it, because he was already kneeling facing her. He looked at her intently with eyes apparently filled with tenderness and a sincere belief that she can do it. But she only began to gently shake her head and repeat soundlessly "no, no, no." Changbin couldn't look at her tears. Had they made the wrong decision? Was Chichi really not ready for such a thing? No, he further believed she was. What she wasn't ready for was her self-esteem, which, by how low it was, had led her to such a state. Her part was just about to begin, he, she, Han and Seungmin slowly stood up. This was the moment when Changbin made a spontaneous decision for which he was ready to suffer any consequences later.

With one step, he bridged the distance separating him from Chichi and placed his hand on the back of her neck, with his other hand raising her hand with the microphone to her lips, squeezed by her so tightly that her fingertips turned white. Changbin began to rap with her, and their voices were in almost perfect harmony, despite the fact that they both had strong and distinctive voices. As Ichi entered slowly into the rhythm they moved away from each other, and their rap became more and more aggressive and filled with emotions, as if they had planned it from the beginning.

After the recording ended, all the members left the stage, with Jeongin and Ichi going last with their heads down. In their minds, both of them had ruined the performance. They were unable to look at themselves in the mirror, let alone in the eyes of those who had pinned all their hopes on them. What these poor two didn't know at the time, however, was that it was Jeongin's voice crack and Ichi's tears that added emotion to the performance, added to the pain caused by the broken heart - and that was the main premise of both the song and the overall performance.

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bonus - chichi's outfit

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 1 year

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It's Just Pretend

Chapter 1: Hear Me Out!

Summary: Lance and Keith are fresh out of college. They are already "living" the post-graduate dream. Well paying jobs in their respective fields. Solid friendships, just one thing is getting in their way. They need an apartment as soon as possible. Everywhere they look goes with another couple.

An idea given by a friend leads these two boys into a fake engagement just to score an apartment.

They find an apartment quickly, but will the engagement stay fake forever?

AO3!

Word Count: 1,733

Hey everyone, I'm back with another random fic!

I've been wanting to write this for a while and finally started a month ago <3 (Shout out to @shirokeithpidgearemybesties for motivating me to write <3333)

Enjoy~

“Oh that’s fine, thank you for getting back with us,” Lance rubbed his eyes as the person on the other end of the phone apologized once more. “Have a good night.” He ended the call, leaning his head back with a groan.

“What did they say?” Keith asked in a knowing tone.

Lance cleared his throat, raising his voice an octave to match the person on the phone. “So sorry Mister McClain, but we rented the apartment to someone else.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “we make three times the rent combined! We were more than qualified.”

“Tough market I guess.” Lance slipped his phone back into his pocket, “I’m going to get a drink. Need anything while I’m out?”

Keith shook his head, reaching for his laptop. “I’ll be looking at some more places while you’re gone.”

Lance nodded, moving to grab his keys and slip his shoes on. “You’re the best man.” He unlocked the door, “be home later.” And while a mumbled goodbye he clicked the door closed and started down the hall.

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He slammed his glass down, grimacing around the bitter liquid. “I just don’t get it, Adam. What are we doing wrong?!”

The bartender slid him another shot, grabbing his other glass. “Sounds to me like nothing.”

Lance groaned, resting his head on the cold wood. “We are freshly graduated, both make way more than the ‘required’ renters amount. Is it because we’re young?! Do people think we’re party animals?!”

Adam shrugged as he started to polish some glasses. “Could be several things. It’s hard to say.”

“You’re no help.”

“I’m a bartender, not a real estate agent.” He placed the glass he was holding down. Grabbing a new one right after. “How much longer can you and your roommate stay in your current housing?”

“Another month max. It’s student housing, they’re going to kick us out once the semester starts.”

“Running out of time.”

Lance sighed. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. Each one we applied to just gets taken right from under us.”

“Maybe it has to do with how you present yourselves,” Adam said with a bored expression.

Lance shook his head. “We always shower before and wear nice clothes. We make sure we look responsible and put together.”

Adam hummed. “Maybe they just want couples.”

“What?”

“Like married couples? Some studies have started to look at that.”

“They legally can’t discriminate like that.” Lance downed his other drink.

Adm shook his head. "They actually can." He stared at the other boy for a moment before sighing. "Look,” he placed the glass he was polishing down. Placing his hands on the countertop, the towel draped on his right shoulder. “I moved in with my fiance after our engagement. Our other friends did the same. So I’m not sure what your experience is but we didn’t have any place to turn us down. And neither did our friends.”

“Way to rub it in my face, I'm single.” He slid the cup to Adam. “If I ever get engaged I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adam grabbed his glass, “fake it.”

“What?”

“You and your roommate, fake it. Just for the sake of finding a place.”

Lance stared at his bartender. Slowly blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, did you get drunk instead? What are you saying?”

Adam sent him a small smile, “where did you get confused?”

Lance laughed. “My roommate would never be okay with that.” He stood, fishing for $20 out of his wallet. “We’ll find a place. By next week. We’ll have a place.”

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One Week Later

“Any updates?” Adam slid two shots toward Lance and Hunk.

Hunk sent him a smile while Lance quickly downed his drink. “Two more rejections.”

Adam whistled, “New weekly record?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Lance crossed his arms and rested them on the table. Dropping his head on them. “It's hopeless, we’re going to be homeless at this rate!”

“Take a breath man, you two will find something.” Hunk rubbed Lance’s back, trying to soothe his friend.

“Easy for you to say, you and Shay scored a place months ago,” Lance grumbled back.

“I don’t know what we did differently,” Hunk said. Sounding a bit exasperated. A conversation they had numerous times.

Lance looked at Adam who was giving him a knowing look. “Nope nope nope,” he lifted his head. Pointing his finger at the man behind the bar. “Don’t even suggest that again.”

“Suggest what?” Hunk asked.

“What does Shay have that neither you nor your roommate has?” Adam sent a smile toward Lance.

Lance mumbled out an answer.

“I’m sorry what?” Adam leaned forward slightly.

Lance sighed. “A ring.”

“Three for three,” Adam said, leaning back some while crossing his arms.

Lance sighed, “I need another drink.”

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“No, absolutely not.” Keith crossed his arms, sending Lance a stern look.

“Come on mullet! It’s just pretending.”

Keith stared at his roommate, his face unchanged. “No.”

Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“I’m not pretending to be married to you.”

“Engaged.”

“Right…engaged. Because there is such a difference.” Keith scoffed.

“There is.”

They both fell into a stiff silence. Neither of them dared to break it. Lance chewed on his inner cheek, his hands fidgeting by his upper thighs. Keith stared at the floor, his feet hanging off his bed. Lance sighed, “Keith, buddy, my man. It could work, we can just try it-”

“No,” Keith slid off his bed. He moved to slip on his shoes. “Don’t bring that idiotic idea up again.” He left the room with a slam.

Lance sat on his bed and mumbled under his breath. “We’re never going to find a place.”

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One Week Later

Keith stormed into the room, curses being sputtered quietly. Lance sat up, lifting his headphone off his right ear. “Yo, what got you pissed off?”

The other boy fished his phone from his pocket. Shoving it in Lance’s face. A rejection email meeting his blue eyes. Lance groaned. “We’re running out of options.”

Keith took his phone away and paced the room. His hands found a home in his hair. “We only have two weeks left, what are we going to do?!”

“Well-”

He stopped and pivoted towards Lance. “No.”

Lance raised his hands in the air, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking about it.”

"Keith,” Lance stood from where he was laying. “What do we have to lose?”

“My pride,” he mumbled as he flopped on his bed. Sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

“You lost that long ago.”

Kieth scoffed. “When?”

Lance raised his eyebrows at him as if the answer was obvious. “Ah-hem. One word, six letters.”

“Stop-”

“M U L-”

“STOP!”

“L E T. MULLET-” Lance sat up from his bed, Keith following suit.

“I don’t have a mullet,” Keith ran his fingers through his hair. Yanking at the long locks, a groan of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Sure buddy,” Lance sent him a tense smile.

Keith dropped his hands, “how would it even work? Pretending to be…together.”

Lance giggled. “You don’t have to sound so scared of the idea.”

“I don’t like intimacy.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest. Trying to keep his posture stoic.

“Keith my man. My buddy,” Lance stood and took a couple of steps to his roommate's bed. Sitting down next to him, casually throwing his arm over his shoulder. He pulled him closer so his head was almost forced to rest on Lance’s shoulder. “It’s not real. That’s why it’s ‘fake.’ All we have to do is say we’re engaged, and make up some ‘this is where we met’ story. Which, we can say we met at in college-”

“We did,” Keith mumbled.

“See! One step is already done. You’re so smart.” Lance squeezed him tighter, raising his voice into a mushy tone.

“Lance!”

He laughed and loosened his hold. “We can use our actual friendships as the timeline for our relationship. Maybe get a fake ring for one of us and let me do the talking. No kissing, at least on the lips, and holding hands and hugs are the max we will do around others. It’s not torture, it’s just pretend.”

Keith didn’t reply, his breathing low and evening. He was mulling it over. Weighing the pros and cons as if his life depended on it.

“Take the night and consider it? I’m meeting Hunk for dinner.” Lance made his way to the door, grabbing his signature green jacket as he slipped his shoes on. “Later, Mullet.” He twisted the handle, reaching for his keys as he opened the door.

“We can try it.”

“Hm?” Lance froze, his eyes falling on Keith.

Keith sighed, his eyes burning the ground. “We can try it. But only for a week.”

Lance grinned. “See you later then…. Babe.” He closed the door, not missing Keith’s groan of regret.

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“All of the appliances are brand new, top of the line. It comes with both a washer and a dryer. All utilities are included in the rent. Any pets are an additional $25 a month each and each apartment comes with two numbered parking spots. Any additional vehicles just need to park in the uncovered lot.” The girl, Nyma, stopped in the kitchen. Placing her binder on the white marble countertop.

“This is really…wow this is gorgeous.” Lance walked through the living room once more, leaving Keith in the kitchen. “Babe, what do you think about it?” He glanced toward Keith who was staring out one of the windows. “Baby?”

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance, and a small blush formed on his face before he cleared his throat. “It’s perfect.”

Nyma looked between them, her eyes gleaming. “Are you two interested?”

Lance nodded excitedly as he made his way over to his friend. “My fiance and I have been looking for a place for months but none of them have come close to this.” He intertwined their hands together, his thumb unconsciously rubbing along the backside of Keith’s hand. Unaware of the tension Keith held in his body over the touch.

“How long have you two been together?”

Keith froze, but Lance took charge. “Four years together, but one year engaged.” He sent Keith a smile who nodded.

Nyma grinned, moving to open her binder. “Let me talk you through the application.”

They were approved that night.

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I'm aiming for a biweekly update, but I do work full time so I write when I have energy <3

I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading <33333

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