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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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Universe

Summary

You become famous for a love song that you wrote. You’d do anything to keep people from knowing who you wrote it for, and you figured that no one would have any clue where to even start trying to figure out who it was for... But then again, if the dumb song you impulsively wrote at 3 in the morning could go viral, then why wouldn’t all of this happen?

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A/n: I probably never would have posted this. It’s one of those things that I write and then keep to myself but I told my friends about it and they really liked it so they encouraged me to post it. Sorry if it’s not very good!

You were used to people growing tired of you.

There must be something about your personality... Something... Boring because no matter how much they liked you went you first met, no matter how you acted around them to make sure that you two would get along, no matter what. People just... They stopped talking to you.

Eventually, they stopped caring about you.

They stopped wanting to hear from you.

They stopped listening.

You were used to it. In fact, you were so used to people not caring, that it threw you off when people actually did care about you. No matter how brief it inevitably was you were always surprised.

“So tell us, who did you write the song for?”

You laughed and crossed your legs.

“If I just told you that what would the world say?” You responded. The audience booed softly. It was so odd... How they clung to your every word.

“What would the world say? Or what would he say?” The interviewer drilled. Again you laughed.

“You caught me. I’d tell everyone in this room and more who I wrote this song for if I didn’t run the risk of him finding out,” you admitted softly. You brushed your hair out of your face. “I wrote the song for him... But I never thought he would hear it.”

“So he’s not someone you're close to,” the interviewer pried on. You rolled your eyes comedically.

“No matter what he is in my life, the important thing is that he can’t ever know I wrote Universe for him. I wrote it in different languages to establish that no one can understand my feelings properly. No matter what language it is written in...”

You trailed off and laughed nervously.

That was only partly true because... The only language that he knows is Korean, and that means the only phrase that he really needs to understand in that song was the one where you said I love you. Cheesy as that may be.

If you hadn’t been being broadcast on live tv in front of a studio audience, you would have buried your face in your hands.

Instead, you smiled brightly.

“Enough talking about Universe. Who wants to hear it?”

No matter how popular you got, no matter how much you performed your song, no matter how many followers you got on instagram, you couldn’t help but think about how temporary this all was.

In a week, in a month, in a year, no one would even really know who you were.

So you might as well ride this while it lasted. Perform as many shows as you could, meet as many fans as possible, say all the inspirational bullshit that ended up getting you on the stage in the first place.

“I never gave up on myself. I never gave up on my dreams and I will never give up on him. So you guys shouldn’t either. I never thought he would hear this song but he did. I know I sound cheesy, but dreams do come true. I’ll see you guys around!”

Backstage was always busier than you expected it to be. It was a hustle and bustle of movement. There was no room to really think. You just had to smile, thank the crew and keep moving.

In your dressing room, you would just sit and listen to your manager tell you what was next. It was always just show after show after-

“We’re going to Korea. Mnet has invited you to perform as a half-time act at one of their biggest award shows.”

Your fingers curled and uncurled but you went along with it. You went along with everything.

You were happy, you truly were. For crying out loud you were living your dream. You were just worried...

You had some pretty real stage fright, but you wouldn’t know it from watching you perform. You were usually able to get past it once you started on stage too, and you were getting more used to dancing and singing in front of large crowds of people, but performing in front of Korea... In front of him.

That was something else.

You took your spot on stage, back turned away from the audience. Your music started and you sang the opening line.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way...”

You looked at the camera in front of you, taking a deep breath. You gritted your teeth together nervously, but let your lips turn up in a smile anyways, surely giving off a nervous expression.

“Just finished performing in front of all of Korea,” you said softly to the camera. “It went well- I think, I certainly wasn’t performing for a black sea. Now I’m backstage.”

You looked around, and before you could say anything more, you heard someone slowly clapping from behind you. You turned sharply over your shoulder in surprise and found...

Kim Namjoon? You blinked, once, twice, and a third time, before finally dropping your body into a low bow.

“Oh, uhm, h-hello.”

You glanced up at Namjoon just in time to watch him bow just as lowly to you, but instead of holding the position like you had, he leaned up and sharply hit you on the top of your head.

“Nice to finally meet you y/n,” he said. You made a disgruntled face at him, lips stuck out, and eyebrows furrowed while you held your head.

“I wish I could say the same,” you mumbled. “Why’d you hit me?”

He laughed and waved at the camera you had previously talking to.

“Hello,” he said politely. He turned back to you and then chuckled. “I hit you because you were being much too polite. Acting like you don’t know me.”

You made another face at him.

“Well, this is the first time we’ve ever met,” you replied. “And you’re a pretty big deal.”

“You’re a pretty big deal nowadays too,” he wrote off. “And you’ve been writing me since before even you knew what you would become famous for.”

Your eyes widened almost comically.

You had been writing letters to Kim Namjoon since you had first gotten into kpop. You had been writing him letters about just about everything in your life, multiple times a week for so long that you had lost count of exactly what you had talked about before and what you hadn’t.

What you did know for sure was that anyone who actually read your letters would know you better than anyone else.

Despite the fact that you still consistently wrote letters to Namjoon, you had never assumed he actually still read them. Or ever had read them. You had sent so many that you were sure by now Bighit just threw away any envelope with your name on it.

But... If what Namjoon was insinuating was true...

“You actually read my letters?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and draped his arm over your shoulder, starting to lead you deeper into the wings backstage.

“So tell me, who is the guy that you wrote Universe for?”

You stared at him blankly, so he pulled away from you, continuing to speak.

“I mean, I know it’s not me... No you would have made it more obvious in the song, or you would have mentioned it somewhere in one of your letters,” he stated surely. Again you didn’t speak.

“You don’t ever talk about any other guy idols in your letters, but I know it’s got to be one,” Namjoon replied. “Someone here today or else you wouldn’t be so nervous.”

You still couldn’t speak, you were too shocked.

“But I can’t figure out who there are so many groups that he could be from,” Namjoon continued to speak. Finally, you opened your mouth.

“Wait.” you started. “Even you want to know who I wrote the song for?”

“Well, yeah,” Namjoon replied with a scoff. “Aren’t I supposed to be like your best friend or something?”

“We’ve never met before,” you stated bluntly. Namjoon put his hands in the air, palms towards you.

“You’re words, not mine,” he replied.

Geez, had you really called him that at some point?

“Anyway,” he continued with a wave of his hand. “There’s an after-party to this event that everyone always goes to... Your guy will totally be there, so you’re going to hang out with me until I find out who it is.”

“What?” You blurted.

He smiled, and grabbed your hand, pulling you forward.

“Come on y/n!”

You were sure this had been written somewhere before.

Girl loves kpop, girl becomes famous and gets to be around all of the idols she loves.

You knew that the normal reaction to being dragged through a crowd of idols with Kim Namjoon from BTS should be exciting, but instead of feeling that, you were just a tad bit annoyed honestly.

All Namjoon wanted to talk about was who you liked.

You two could have talked about anything. Television shows, music, books, heck even drama between the other idols there but no he just wanted to find out the one thing about yourself you had never told him.

Why was he so obsessed with this?

“What about Seventeen? Is he from that group?”

You scoffed.

“You really think I would fall for a boyfriend concept?” You said it pretty evenly. Anyone who didn’t know you would totally fall for the statement. Even people who did know you would probably hear your words and just assume they were a solid answer.

Apparently, Namjoon knew you pretty well from those letters however because it made him hesitate. His eyes turned to you.

“Oh my god.”

You made a face at him.

“What?”

“You fell for a boyfriend concept?” He asked. “Mrs. Never-have-I-ever-crushed-on-someone-I-didn’t-know-well-personally fell for a boy from a kpop group that has a boyfriend concept.”

“I just said-”

“Oh my god, you did!”

Namjoon started to laugh, the smile on his face ridiculously wide for someone who had just narrowed down his options to thirteen people.

“Holy crap, who?” He mumbled. “I mean, I could’ve understood him being from pretty much any group but a boyfriend concept? It never occurred to me that you would be one of those girls.”

“He’s not in Seventeen,” you blurted out, a frown riddling across your face. “And there’s nothing wrong with liking a guy from a group with a boyfriend concept that is the whole point.”

“Yeah but I just never thought you would fall for it,” Namjoon said in amazement. “And someone from Seventeen? It just doesn’t seem like your kind of group.”

“They have really good music,” you mumbled half pouting. You were going to say more when suddenly you noticed Seungkwan look over at you and Namjoon. You sucked in a sharp breath and turned away from the boy, grabbing Namjoon’s arm.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you who it is,” you said. “But he isn’t from Seventeen, he’s from some other group way way over there.”

Namjoon opened his mouth, clearly not falling for the diversion. He looked over at the group of boys and frowned.

“Hey some of them are coming over here,” he mumbled. Your eyes widened.

“Alright big guy, let’s get a move on.” You grabbed Namjoon’s wrist and pulled but he refused to budge, a smile on his lips becoming larger and larger the longer he stood there.

“You know, I really didn’t think that you actually had a crush on someone from that group but you totally do don’t you?”

“Kim Namjoon if you don’t-”

“Namjoon, Y/n, can’t say I expected to see you two together.”

You turned around before you could properly think through what you were going to do next and dipped the top half of your body down into a bow.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you greeted. You looked up and barely contained the urge to wince. The entire group had wandered over there. “Should I do the whole fanchant or just refer to everyone as Seventeen?”

Seungcheol and a number of the others seemed amused by the joke. Seungkwan, however, seemed mostly surprised.

“You’re a carat?” He asked. You laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I try not to talk about it too much on shows though,” you stated. Namjoon bit out a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see why now-”

Before he could say anymore you turned and hit him a few times on the chest. He jumped in surprise but laughed as your hands slapped harmlessly against his shirt.

“Shut up,” you hissed. “Don’t embarrass me in front of Seventeen.”

You heard a chuckle, and your heart sank when you realized you recognized the voice. You turned back around and smiled in the direction of the noise, completely unsurprised when you saw that it was Minghao looking at you.

“Hello Minghao,” you mumbled softly, running your fingers through your hair. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You had expected him to be the gentlemen he was. To smile, and tilt his head, and tell you that he was happy to meet you as well.

Instead of doing that, he gestured to Namjoon.

“What’s the big guy over here know that we don’t?” He asked. You scrunched your face at them.

“Why is every idol hear so casual with me?” You mumbled defiantly. “I’ve never met any of you before, and you guys are all acting like we’ve been friends for years.”

“Well, it’s not like we don’t know your name and too much about you,” Joshua stated with a shrug. “And if you’re a carat, that works the other way too... Doesn’t it.”

“I-”

“Oh, is it Joshua?” Namjoon blurted. “If you like me, then you probably like like someone kind of like me... Bilingual?”

You shot him a glare.

“What-”

“What is right,” Minghao piped up again. “What is Namjoon trying to find out?”

You tried to throw them off the scent.

“Noth-”

“The guy that she likes is in Seventeen.”

Why did you ever try talking if everyone was just going to ignore you? Honestly, you might as well have not even been standing there other than to be gawked at.

“Seriously? The guy is in our group?” Seungkwan blurted. “He’s a member of Seventeen?”

Namjoon nodded, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“I know! I couldn’t believe it either!” He blurted. “She’s not really the type to fall for a boyfriend concept!”

“Exactly!” Seungkwan agreed, his eyes wide.

“I didn’t,” you insisted meekly. “I fell for... For... Oh uh, idk-”

You looked around for a male idol that could be feasible, excited when your eyes landed on Leedo from ONEUS.

“Ah! Leedo, duh, tall-”

“Woozi!” Namjoon interrupted before you could get another word out. Your jaw dropped.

“What?!”

“It’s Woozi!”

“Where did that come from?” You exclaimed, a little louder then you meant to. Your cheeks turned a darker shade of red as you stared at the taller, older idol. “Where on Earth did you pull that name?”

“You described Leedo as tall,” Namjoon replied with a roll of his eyes.

“He is tall,” you replied bluntly.

“Yeah, but it was the first descriptive word you used- so you’re compensating for something. And you don’t really bias rappers. Even I know that. Woozi is a producer and a main vocalist. Much more your style.”

“You’re basing this on one word,” you exclaimed.

“And you’ve practically confirmed it with your response,” Namjoon laughed cheerily. “You’re so red, it’s adorable.”

He patted you on the head and then took you by your shoulders, turning you to face the rest of Seventeen.

“It’s him, isn’t it? You have a crush on Lee Jihoon?”

All the boys looked at you, eyes wide, and as hard as you tried you couldn’t help the way that your eyes drifted to the boy in question.

His hair was lighter in color then you had thought it was. It surprised you a bit, almost made you wonder if you were looking at the right guy.

Not only that but his expression was... Oddly red as well. Maybe he was embarrassed by the attention.

“I told you it was Leedo,” you insisted. “So what if I don’t usually bias rappers, that’s what usually happens when it comes to these sort of things. It’s unexpected.”

“Okay but your lyrics directly-”

“Oneus fans are To Moons, why do you think I named it Universe and made it space-themed?” You asked. Everyone looked at you, their minds turning, so you rolled your eyes.

“Become the only star and planet and moon I see?” You quoted, a hand on your hip. Namjoon raised his eyebrows towards you.

“I think you might be my Universe?” Namjoon quoted right back. “Clear reference to Woozi’s instagram. Universefactory?”

“You really think that I would base my first over song on an instagram?”

“Well, you didn’t expect it to blow up,” Namjoon argued back. “You said once in an interview that you wrote it on the basis that no one would ever hear it, and you wanted the person you wrote it for to understand it.”

“I say something along the lines of that in like every interview. It doesn’t mean anything,” you denied.

“You wrote the song almost entirely in different languages, but you use Korean the most of the others. So the guy has to be Korean. You wrote a song so he would notice you- he has to be a kpop idol. You said once that you didn’t think he’d even like the song you wrote for him because he’s a producer himself-”

“I don’t know why you’re assuming you’re not the person I wrote the song for,” you blurted. “You’re all space-themed too. Moonchild?” “You would’ve referenced it in your letters,” Namjoon said dismissively.

“That’s another thing!” You said triumphantly. “Letters! I write letters to my favorite idols and I’ve never sent a single letter to Woozi! But I’ve sent one to all the rest of Seventeen!”

You thought over those words and looked at Jihoon, wrinkling your nose. “Nothing personal-”

“Everything personal,” Namjoon exclaimed, pointing at Jihoon. “You wrote me one time saying- and I quote- I kind of like this guy... Oh, I don’t know. I won’t talk too much about it. But I’ve been trying to write to him and I can’t get a single word right. Funny huh? I could write you miles, and him I can’t say a word.”

You stared jaw-hanging open at the idol.

“Did you memorize my letters?” You asked.

“Let’s take a vote!” Namjoon exclaimed, completely ignoring that question. He gestured to the rest of Seventeen who apparently had nothing better to do than watch you argue with Namjoon.

And aside from that, you guys had managed to get a small crowd of idols watching you two curiously. It made you wish that you two had been arguing in English.

“Let’s not-” “Who here thinks that our lovely lady here has a crush on Leedo from Oneus?” Namjoon asked.

You looked around, hoping that you had been able to convince at least one person that you didn’t have a crush on Jihoon. You knew that without Namjoon tearing down your argument you would have been able to do it.

But the only person who rose their hand was Jihoon. You groaned and sunk to the floor.

“And who thinks that she likes Jihoon?”

You didn’t have to look to know that everyone had their hands in the air.

“Okay, okay,” you admitted. “I concede. I like him alright?”

You felt a hand pat your head.“He’s right over there,” Namjoon mumbled. You looked up, your face burning, making eye contact with Jihoon. His face was still red.

“Did you like the song?” You mumbled. He nodded wordlessly. You nodded too.

“Cool, I’m just going to go ahead and die now. Nice to meet you all!”

Before anyone else could say a word you got to your feet, and began to rush through the crowd. You frantically apologized to everyone you passed but you didn’t stop until you had made it out of the room- away from the idols, into a location in which you didn’t have to see anyone.

It ended up being in a dressing room.

You hated how cliche that was.

You had just admitted you liked a guy and then ran away.

You groaned and buried your head in your hands.

You had one shot- one shot to seem normal. And here you had gone and ruined it. Now all the idols here would think you were an idiot.

You figured you could just... Hideout until the party was over. Stay inside and away from everyone until you could leave without being completely and totally humiliated... Which is of course when the door to the dressing room creaked open.

You looked up from where you sat on the floor, wrinkling your nose when you saw it was Jihoon.

“Oh-”

“I was looking for you,” Jihoon interrupted. He silently slipped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He stared at you from there at the door, his hands still behind his back on the doorknob. It was like he was worried you would run away again.

Which you were considering.

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” you mumbled, looking away from him.

Even not looking at him you could see him tilt his head towards you.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You know- pretend like you care or liked my song or-”

“I did like your song,” he replied. You would’ve just assumed he was lying, but you recognized the tone of voice he was using. It made you look up again, surprised to find he wasn’t looking at you, but the floor, his face red. “Did you... Did you really write it for me?”

Oh, how the tables had turned. It almost seemed like he was shy to be talking to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled in response. He glanced up at you.

“It was really good. I mean. The part where you sang eonjena-”

“It was kind of cheesy right? Didn’t really fit the rest of the song?” You agreed with a sigh. He nodded, his eyes widening.

“Yeah, exactly! At first, I didn’t know if I liked it, but I couldn’t figure out what else to replace it with, and along with that in a way it kind of works, because your feelings are sort of cheesy and light-hearted.”

“Oh my god, yes!” You exclaimed brightly. “I can’t believe you get it!” “Well, yeah, of course I get it,” he replied. “I’m a producer too.”

Your face reddened slightly.

“A much better producer,” you mumbled. He rolled his eyes.

“Universe is good. Honestly, the first time I heard it... I still can’t believe someone wrote a song as popular as yours seems about me.”

“I just wish I had picked a better song to produce,” you mumbled. “I’ve been wanting to write a song about like... How being in love with someone is like having superpowers-”

Jihoon snickered at that, and you pouted.

“Well, there goes that idea,” you mumbled. He laughed.

“No, no it’s good!” Jihoon insisted.

“You laughed at it!” You protested, stubbornly.

“I laughed at you,” he corrected, a fond smile crossing his face. “It’s really cute- you wrote a song that’s on the Billboard music chart top 100 and you’re wishing you had written something else instead. You’re going to make it in this industry.”

“I produced one song,” you mumbled back. “I’m hardly Rihanna. You’re such a better producer.”

“We’re both good producers- how about that?” Jihoon suggested. You shrugged your reluctant agreement to the terms and he smiled. “We should do a collab sometime.”

Your jaw nearly dropped.

“You’re kidding.”

“I don’t kid about collab’s,” Jihoon replied, a serious expression settling over his face. “What do you think?”

“Yes, of course, yes!” You blurted out jumping to your feet. In your excitement, you grabbed his hands without thinking. “It’s a dream to work with you!”

Jihoon’s face reddened again and he looked down at your hands curiously. You realized what you had done and suddenly pulled your hands away from his.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, letting one of your hands settle nervously on the back of your neck.

It’s okay,” Jihoon replied, his voice so quiet you could barely hear him. “It was kinda nice.”

“Well,” Namjoon prodded eagerly, poking your shoulder gently as he walked you to your hotel. You tried to ignore the bodyguards trailing not far behind you, but it was hard for this to feel like a normal conversation when they were watching Namjoon and you so carefully.

“Well, what?” You asked rolling your eyes.

“Well did you kiss him!” Namjoon blurted. Your eyes widened and you shushed him, despite no one being around.

“Of course I didn’t kiss him.”

“Wuss,” Namjoon replied without missing a beat. You swatted him on his arm, and you heard one of the guards behind you clear their throat at that. You rolled your eyes.

“I’d be more worried about him hurting me,” you mumbled. Namjoon laughed at that. “Besides, I’m not a wuss, I got his number.”

Namjoon’s expression lit up but before he could say anything else you added:

“And I’m going out with him tomorrow before I leave Korea and we are going to do a collab together!”

Namjoon let out a victorious whoop and grabbed you by the waist. You let out a surprised laugh when he threw you over his shoulder and began to run you through the parking lot. His guards stopped him only seconds after he started, giving him a quick lecture about being more careful about his image in public and about how he couldn’t just pick up a girl without consent.

He looked like a scolded baby, and it made you laugh.

You had a feeling that your time in Korea was going to results in some good friendships... and hopefully with Jihoon, something a little more than just a friendship.

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