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kookievmyoppa · 6 years

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Just Like a Movie (Wonho Scenario)

Word count: 3197

Idol: Wonho ft. Shownu (Monsta X)

Genre: Irdk what this is??? hahahaha Maybe a little bit of angst with fluff??? Y’all can tell me hahaha.

A/N: Thanks to the wonderful anon for making the request, finally wrote a thing with a happy ending for my Wonhito. It was supposed to be short but I got carried away (lol sorry not sorry) that’s why I took so long to post it (sorry about that). Anyways, I hope you like it, lmk what you think. (Also, sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes. English has been kicking my ass lately lol)

You moved closer to him as the room got colder, clinging to his muscular arm that, somehow, was still warm against your frozen skin, you laid your head on his shoulder when it started feeling too heavy to keep it up. He was kind of petrified right there, not having a clue about how to react. His heart was beating so hard he was scared you would be able to actually feel it.

You being so close to him wasn’t an ordinary thing. He attributed your behaviour to those beers you had had when you were talking before the movie started. It was the first time you drank together. As he had a day off the day after, you thought doing something to break the routine was a good idea and brought a bucket full of beers to his place for the two of you. For his surprise, your alcohol tolerance was as low as a limbo dance, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

You kept eating popcorn with your free hand, your eyes glued to the screen of the television, too busy to notice his sight had been on you for the past few minutes. Unable to look away from the main reason why he was willing to meet up every Wednesday for the most tragic movie nights ever, he found his solace from the pathetic plots, in the possibility to look at you as if he was memorizing every single feature of your face, that face that to his eyes, was perfect and flawless in every single way.

“Dude, this is by far the worst movie we've watched” you mumbled shaking your head in disapproval after a long yawn, which brought his eyes back to the tv.

“Can you explain to me why do we keep watching trashy movies instead of good ones every once a week, then?” he said rolling his eyes pretending he had been watching it.

“So I can complain about them, of course. The worse they are, the better” you said still staring at the screen. “Look, that dumbass is gonna let her go just because he is too shy to tell her how he feels… classic”

Wonho cleared his throat after almost choking at your comment, for a second he could swear you were talking about him.

“Yeah… that’s so pathetic…” he scuffed with a fake laugh, feeling terrible inside.

“When he makes up his mind is gonna be too late. Honestly… I don’t know why some guys are so stupid… If they like the girl, why can’t they just say it? How hard can that be?” you argued.

“... Maybe he’s afraid that she doesn’t like him back…” he muttered almost for himself, but you still heard him.

“Pfff… as if. She is all over him all the time, she feels happier whenever he is near her, she looks at him as if there was no one else in the world, how would he even think she doesn’t feel the same?” you were a little too tipsy to realize you were actually talking about yourself, but were lucky enough to have the movie plot as a backup.

You were upset with the guy in the movie because it reminded you of yourself. You had been into Wonho for the longest time and had never been brave enough to tell him how you felt because you had no clue to guess if he liked you back, and you rather be with him even if it was as a friend, than coming clean and lose him forever.

You had to admit you had used the beers as an excuse to have some kind of closer contact with him, but it hadn’t worked and it was killing you inside. He had just stood there like a stone while you were expecting him to hug you or pull you closer to him. But he had done nothing. Nothing!

Now you were getting mad at him too, you shouldn’t be, you had no right to be, but you were. You felt it wasn’t fair liking someone who wouldn’t like you in the same way. And after all those hints you had sent him that night, if he wasn’t answering to any of them, it definitely had to mean he didn’t see you with the same eyes you saw him.

“But what if she wasn't over him? What if she looked at him like any other good friend?” Wonho asked hoping to find and answer or maybe the encouragement words he needed to confess to you despite the result of his actions.

“Then he shouldn't, that's obvious. Why would he do such a thing to himself just to get rejected. It's stupid" you said out loud as an advice to that voice in the back of your mind that kept telling you to tell him how you felt.

Wonho lowered his head and looked down taking your harsh words as if they were meant for him.

“But you know what? You don’t need to worry because like in every shitty movie, he will get the girl in the end, they always do" you rolled your eyes and sat down straight avoiding any contact with him.

“Not in real life, though. That doesn't happen" he argued getting upset too. Why couldn't he be like one of those guys in the movies, why couldn't he get the girl.

The atmosphere was getting tense, you both feeling angry with life and with yourselves ignoring how wrong you were about everything you were taking for granted about each other.

Suddenly, the door opened and Shownu, Wonho’s flatmate and who had been your best friend since kindergarten, came into the room. His shocked expression made you realize things were not exactly okay.

“Hi guys, how is it going?” he asked waving at you.

Tumbling a couple of times on your way from the couch to him, you hugged him tight and threw your arms around his neck.

“Wow… I see you have been drinking, huh?” he said holding you from your waist so you wouldn't collapse on the floor. You were barely making any effort to stay on your feet.

“Yeah, do you wanna join us? But wait… have you eaten yet?” you cupped his face in your hands “You can't drink without eating… like me” you laughed, self conscious of your current state and pinched his cheeks. Shownu was like a teddy bear, so cute and squishy you couldn't help but doing it.

Wonho felt a lump on his throat at the sight of the two of you. Shownu was that guy from the movies, the one who would get the girl. It was obvious, you were always so clingy and touchy with him, always worrying for him, and you had been friends for the longest time. It was just matter of time for Shownu to tell you he liked you, because who wouldn't? You were so beautiful, smart and funny, it would be impossible he didn't like you, and of course you would correspond to that feeling because Shownu was extremely attractive and caring. He had everything to lose so he was definitely not a threat for his friend.

“I think it is time to stop. Come on, it's better if you go to bed now" Shownu said and carried you to his room while you mumbled you were fine and started falling asleep. Maybe you had drank more than you should have. Even then, you didn't make any effort to stay there or keep drinking. You were feeling terrible as it was, believing Wonho wasn't interested in you the same way you were in him, and being there with him would only make it worse.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked Wonho right before going into his room with you still in his arms.

“Yeah, I'll just clean this up and go to sleep" he nodded and forced a smile. He was bitter inside but he didn't want to be rude to Shownu. He was his friend after all and it wasn't his fault you probably liked him better.

He took all the empty bottles and the popcorn to the kitchen trying to get you off his mind. When he went back to the living room he found Shownu cleaning all the mess you two had left behind.

“I guess you learn the hard way she is not a good drinker" he giggled.

“I had no idea. But clearly you did…” he said, unable to contain the jealousy that was eating him alive.

“Well yeah… when we were in college she used to get drunk often. I had to take her home every time, after four beers she would get crazy and then pass out. You actually missed the fun part, when she stands on the table and starts singing”

“It’s weird, though… I thought she didn't like drinking.

“Oh she doesn't, my friend. But you know… sometimes we do stupid things for greater causes" Shownu winked at him.

What was that supposed to mean? What would the “greater cause” be?

“You better wear earplugs, it might get a little noisy" he chuckled and Wonho almost lost his mind.

Was he planning to do something with you in that state, and even worse while he was right in the next room?

He wanted to say something but who was he to do so? It would be really out of place.

“Goodnight, I hope you can sleep well. It will be harder for me” Shownu said with a warm smile and Wonho cringed inside.

Why was he telling you all this. He didn't need or want to know. He got it, they were friends, and it was not like he hadn't shared this kind of stuff before, but about you? It was like torture.

“Don't do anything you'll regret later” he let out by impulse. It was sort of his last try even though he knew it was useless.

“Okay…?” he answered confused and closed the door of his room behind him.

Wonho ran to get his earplugs and locked himself in his own room, he didn't want to know or hear whatever happened over there.

He got under a million blankets and closed his eyes praying that when he opened them it would be a brand new day, hopefully with you and Shownu gone. But as soon as he did, infinite mental pictures of the two of you started flashing through his head.

He rolled in bed, he walked around his room, he cleaned his desk, but nothing helped him get his mind off Shownu and you.

His friend was a gentleman, so he didn't understand how he had said all those things earlier, he never thought he was the kind of person who took advantage of a girl in a vulnerable position. Especially one he was totally into.

But what could he do? Shownu didn't even know he liked you, and he wouldn't tell him. It was true you and Wonho spent lots of time together as well, and since Shownu had introduced you two, you had become great friends, but he had always had a feeling that there was some feelings between you and Shownu, and he didn't want to get in the way, also because he knew deep inside he didn't stand a chance.

‘Maybe I just need some fresh air’ he thought. He opened the door of his room and saw Shownu sleeping on the couch. He frowned confused and took his earplugs off now that it seemed like a safe environment without you there.

He walked all the way to the stairs that took to the tiny rooftop. It was his favorite place in the house as it had a nice view of the whole city and it was outdoors.

He got to the rooftop already feeling better thanks to the soft breeze grazing his face. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you with your back facing him and heard you sobbing.

“Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” he ran to you concerned.

You dried your tears with the back of your hand and pretend nothing had happened. The last thing you wanted in that moment was Wonho seeing you like this. He was for sure going to ask questions you didn't want to answer.

“I'm fine" you said as he sat down beside you.

“Did he do something to you?” he asked softly.

“Who? Shownu? Of course not. What even?” you were perplexed with that question.

“Sorry I… it's just that I saw him sleeping on the couch and then I see you crying…” he explained.

“Oh, that... Well… this is kind of embarrassing to admit… When I get drunk I snore very loudly, he couldn't sleep so he went to the living room. I feel bad because it's your place, I should be the be the one sleeping there, but he insisted and I was too dizzy to argue” you told him with your eyes on the city lights.

“So that's what he meant with the noise thing…” he muttered to himself and felt so damn dumb for overthinking so much a million ridiculous scenarios in his head.

“What? Oh God… you thought Shownu and I…?” you asked and bursted out of laughter. Wonho’s face got all red.

“Come on, would you blame me for thinking that way? You two are too close, and you never know” he somehow laughed too at his own stupidity.

“God, no… I love him, but he is like a big brother to me” you said with all the honesty, but Wonho raised his eyebrow like he wasn't buying it. “I'm serious! I'm not gonna lie to you, there was a time when I did like him as something more, but it was so long ago. We were in college when I started having feelings for him” you didn't know why you were telling him all this but it was like you couldn't help the words slipping out of your lips. Wonho had always been that person you always felt comfortable with, he made you feel safe and happy, and you knew you could trust him with this kind of stuff.

“Did you ever tell him?” he asked curious. You sighed and took a long breathe before answering.

“Well… It's not something I'm proud of” you smiled bitterly. “Back then, we used to go out a lot with friends. My feelings for him were getting stronger and stronger, I couldn't keep holding them in my chest. I needed to tell him but I was too shy to do it. So I started drinking so I could have the guts to confess, but it didn't seem to work. So one time I got so freaking wasted I thought I was ready, so I stood on a table in the bar, pointed at him and said ‘You, yes, you. I like you a lot!’. All our friends were there and they were waiting for an answer. You know Shownu, he is just too good for this world. So he helped me get down from there and he kissed me not to make it look like he was rejecting me. But I knew he didn't like me back the moment his lips met mine, I could feel it” you made an effort not to look at him in the eyes. Even after all this time, it was something that made you feel ashamed.

“I'm really sorry it turned out that way" Wonho was shocked, he wasn't expecting such a story, and Shownu had never said a word about it.

“Don't be. I’m actually grateful. He is such a great man, you know? That night he took me home, and the day after when everyone started asking about us he told them he liked me but I had just said that because I was drunk. He took the shame for me, and that's why I love him. He had always taken care of me, so the least I can do is return the favor by taking care of him. With time I got over him as a crush. But if there's something I learned out of all that was that life ain't no movie, so I decided I would never do such a thing again" you finished talking and felt like a huge weight was off your shoulders. You were also glad that you didn't tell Wonho how you felt a while ago, and if you could get over Shownu you would get over him eventually.

When you least expected it, you felt some more tears running down your cheeks.

Wonho couldn't hold back and he dried them with his thumb cupping your face in his hands. He looked at you and under the moonlight and he could swear he had never seen something as beautiful as you.

“I'm sorry I was grumpy and made us miss the ending of the movie" you said trying to change the topic. You were frozen as you had never had him so close to you and your heart was threatening with jumping out of your chest.

“I think I can fix that” he said smiling brighter than the stars and it only made you wanna die even more.

“Now? I don't think so, because Shownu is sleeping in the living room and-"

Wonho cut you off out of the blue with a kiss. A kiss you thought was never bound to happen. It took you a couple of seconds before you could close your eyes and kiss him back. You had so many questions but that was definitely not the moment to ask them. His lips felt so soft and tender against yours, you could easily tell the difference between this kiss and the one Shownu have you.

It was so natural how everything inside you started glowing the moment you two were connected, and you could totally feel the same vibes coming out of him too.

When he finally let go, he pecked your lips still smiling and you couldn't believe it was happening.

After you kissing him back Wonho knew you felt the same, there was no need to ask. After everything Shownu had said and the story you told him, he just had put all the pieces together. He was the greater cause why you had been drinking that night and also the reason why you were bitter while watching the movie. So he decided to take his chance even if there was the possibility to get rejected.

“Why? How did you-" you finally gathered some courage to ask him, still blushing.

He grabbed your hand looking back to the city lights for you not to notice his cheeks were as red as yours.

“Maybe the guy does end up getting the girl in the end. It's just that in real life it takes way more than a couple of hours" he giggled.

“I'm glad he confessed after so long, even when he thought she didn't like him back. I have the feeling they will be very happy together” you squeezed his hand softly.

“Just like a movie" he said and kissed you again.

A/N: Okay... so that was it, I’m back at writing after a while and I’m glad I can give you some stories. I hope you guys liked it, I would love to know what you think, any kind of feedback will be really appreciated. Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, and have a good day/night. Take care!!!

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jae-bummer · 6 years

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My Idol 2: Part Twenty Six

My Idol

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My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -

Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 -

Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 -

Part 26 - Part 27

Jay gave a small nod before letting a gentle smile fill his lips. Rubbing his coarse thumb over your cheek a final time, he took a noticeable step backwards. You both had mics interwoven within your clothing, causing the audience to remain deadly silent as they hung onto every word. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as it had seemingly forgotten how to cooperate with your vocal chords and every biological process it took to enact speaking. Watching him carefully, he turned to the host before surprisingly giving her a bow.

“I’m sorry,” he said weakly before shaking his head. “But I’m not the guy.”

“Wait, what?” the host croaked, furrowing her brows. “What do you mean you aren’t the guy? You literally are the guy. You’re name is printed-”

“I know what the card says,” he whispered. “But I don’t think y’all know what the card means.”

“It means you move on to the next round,” Wonho said quietly. “What else could it mean?”

“It means I move on,” Jay nodded, turning grimly to the group of men still seated. “And two of ya’ll don’t.”

“Isn’t that the point of this?” Johnny asked. “We get voted off. We all know that.”

“But it doesn’t mean it should happen,” Jay sighed. “So I came into this season with a thought. I could sabotage this whole thing. I can do My Idol dirty like it did me the first time around. I could be grandiose and impossible and an asshole, but where would that get me? Yeah, I’d be petty, but I’d be satisfied. I could make Y/N fall for me and leave her standing there at the end. I could meet the expectations everyone had for me…

…but then, I met Y/N. I saw the disgust she had in her eyes when she first saw me…and I wanted to change that. I wanted to show her…and the world, that I was more than shitty editing and a fuck boy attitude. And I guess this is my way of finally bringing it to an end.”

Jay took a deep breath before he turned to you, his forehead wrinkled and eyes serious. “The day we spent together was…impressive. By the end of our date…you saw me for me, and I can’t tell you how that made me feel. But…I also know how much you care about these other fools…”

He spun around with a mischievous grin. “And I mean that in an endearing way.”

“I do,” you squeaked, glancing around his shoulder as well. Calm and collected Yongguk, always there to remind you it’s okay to be unbalanced and to hold on to him to remain steady. Kind and gentle Wonho, his feelings so passionate and dreams so big. Romantic and gentlemanly Johnny, willing to give you time to figure things out, and figure yourself out. He was right. You cared so deeply for each man on that stage that it made you dizzy, but you still didn’t know exactly what he was trying to get at.

“So normally when people go to the next round,” the host hissed. “They hug Y/N and sit back down.”

“I’m not sitting back down,” Jay continued. “I took time away from them that wasn’t meant for me. I know in the first season when I was sent home, my chest ached, I felt so empty. I can only imagine how it is when you lose someone and have no say…so…thinking logically here, I have had the least amount of time with you, so your feelings are stronger for these three guys than they are for me.”

Your lips began to form around an argument, nothing but unintelligible gasping able to actually emerge.

“And that’s okay,” he said quickly. “I expect it. It’s a simple truth. I’ll admit, in the first season, I was competitive and I was jealous, but not anymore. You’re a good girl, and you deserve something equally as good…and baby, that ain’t me.”

“But…but your name is on the card,” the host repeated dumbly.

“This time, I’m gunna roll out when I say,” Jay said quietly. He reached forward and intertwined his fingers with yours before giving them a gentle squeeze. “I can’t fall in love again…so call me a coward. Call me a waste of time.” He tilted your wrist, glancing fondly down at your tattoo. “But this wasn’t a waste of time. And neither are you. So fall for a man you already see yourself in love with, Y/N. And I’m okay that it’s not me.”

His words hit you with enough strength to leave you dazed. You blinked slowly, incapable of really being able to realize the power behind his decision. It showed more care and thought than you had ever expected from someone on this show.

“Thank you,” you managed, looking directly into his eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned, squeezing your hand again before letting it go. He turned toward the final three contestants and gave a small salute. “Good luck, boys!”

All three men looked up in surprise, hardly able to rip their eyes away from Jay’s retreating figure.

“Um…” the host trailed, looking cautiously around the stage as you plopped back into your seat. You shook your head as you stared toward the stage, unsure of what really had just happened. “So…uh…John…Johnny, how do you feel?”

“What?” he croaked, glancing around the room with a shocked expression. “Did he just…did he just nope out of the situation?”

“It seems that way,” the host continued, attempting to regain her composure. “Jay Park will be considered eliminated and will not continue to the final round of My Idol.”

“Oh-okay,” Johnny stuttered, the look never leaving his face. “I guess I feel…I guess I feel confused?”

“Why confused?” the host asked.

“I don’t know how anyone could leave,” he said, shaking his head. His eyes were distant as he was lost in thought. “I had such amazing experiences with Y/N…even if I was the last one to enter the competition…how could you…?”

“It gives one of us another chance,” Wonho nodded in disbelief as well. “It was selfless for him to do that for Y/N. He wanted her to have more of a say.”

“How does she have a say though? Korea votes,” Johnny hummed.

“He knew she wanted one of us more,” Wonho sighed. “He knew he didn’t have that spark with her yet…and like he said…that’s okay.”

“So now she gets to choose between two of us,” Yongguk nodded. “Two men she would have picked herself if she had the chance…well…hopefully.”

“That’s an interesting perspective,” the host nodded. “Y/N, if you had the chance, would you rather have picked who moved onward in the previous rounds instead of the viewers picking?”

You took a deep breath, still lost in Jay’s decision. Looking up slowly, you attempted to find Yoongi’s comforting and familiar face in the crowd, but were instead met with the bright house lights of the studio. Glancing toward the group of men you normally found solace in instead, you began to shake your head slowly.

“Honestly,” you breathed. “I don’t know if I would? It’s a complicated position to be in…when you learn about so many people and start forming a bond. In the initial stages, it’s almost impossible to choose…and you don’t want to hurt any one’s feelings.”

“But you’ll have to hurt someone’s feelings in the end,” the host confirmed. “You’ll have to pick between the final two.”

“I understand that,” you nodded. “But I don’t aim for mass amounts of collateral damage. I want the decisions I make to leave a small footprint here. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but hurting one person is better than hurting six on my own.”

“So you don’t want to be responsible for the pain?” the host continued.

“Does anyone?” you croaked. “I know pain is a part of life, but no one wants to be the one inflicting it. I’m not a purveyor of hurt feelings.”

“Do you think it’s selfish to not take some credit for those voted off?” she asked, shifting in her chair. You could feel your face grow hotter with each question. Where was Jay when you needed him?

“Hey,” Wonho chirped, seemingly reading your thoughts. His eyes grew wide as everyone’s attention turned to him, causing a blush to fill his cheeks. “Aren’t uh…aren’t we all kind of selfish here?”

“I’d prefer one of these guys to be voted off instead of me,” Johnny nodded. “Does that make me selfish?”

“Falling in love should be the most selfish act of your life,” Yongguk chimed. “We aren’t perfect, and neither is all of this.”

“Well, Y/N,” the host nodded, attempting to keep her face pleasant. “Why don’t we let you be a little selfish. Please read the first man to actually continue on to the final round…unless one of you would like to give up now?”

Each man grimaced with her words as a red envelope was rushed to the stage. The production assistant plopped it into your lap before running off again and out of sight.

With trembling fingers you lifted the familiar piece of paper and rotated it in your hands. You found your fingers easily sliding beneath the lip of the envelope, disconnecting the thin glue. Treating it as if you were ripping off a bandaid, you pulled the thick card stock free, and flipped the paper over in your hand.

Swallowing hard, your eyes read over the simply printed, black text.

“Bang Yongguk.”

“You’re supposed to build it up!” the host gasped, pulling the card from your hands. “The next idol to continue is...Bang Yongguk!”

Your eyes lifted from your empty hands and to the stools the remaining three men sat on. Yongguk’s gummy smile appeared as he ran his palms down his jeans. Pulling himself to a standing position, he shuffled across the stage, a surprised expression filling his face.

“Me?” his deep voice bellowed. His eyes had disappeared into slits as they took the impact of his smile.

“You!” you nodded with a chuckle. He took both of your hands in his before helping you stand and wrapping you in his arms. Pressing his face into your hair, his laugh radiated through you, causing your skin to become decorated with goosebumps.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and sighed. You weren’t exactly sure what name you had wanted to see on that card, but you were happy to see his. The more time you spent with him, the more you felt the urge to know everything you possibly could.

“I feel like my chest is going to explode,” he whispered, leaning back to get a better view of your face. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” you nodded, sliding from his grasp. “Next time.”

“Next time,” he nodded, taking a few steps back and finding the way back to his seat.

“Yongguk, how do you feel?” the host asked, a smile radiating from her as well.

“Beside myself,” he hummed with a confident smile. “I can hardly handle the emotions I’m feeling.”

“Well, why don’t we give another one of you that feeling?” the host continued. “With Jay now excusing himself from the competition, that means one of the two of you will now continue on in his spot. How do you feel about being given yet another chance, Wonho?”

“I’m grateful,” Wonho nodded. “I’m not sure if this is the outcome Y/N had wanted, but I’m happy to have a 50% chance at moving to the weekend dates.”

“What about you Johnny?”

“I still don’t really understand how he could just...leave,” Johnny hummed, shaking his head. “But I’ll definitely take every opportunity if it means advancing further and getting to spend more time with Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the host said quietly, flipping the newly surfaced red envelope in her hands. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Absolutely not,” you grumbled, shivering at the simple thought of it. “Plus you said it yourself, I didn’t build it up enough.”

“I’m sure you were just nervous,” the host chuckled. “Speaking of nerves, how are you feeling now that you’re one choice away from the final round?”

“A little nauseous,” you nodded. “So the quicker we do this the better.”

“Right,” the host nodded. “Quickly. So, I’ll ask our live studio audience. How many of you are here to see Wonho move forward?”

A formidable amount of fans began to scream from the crowd, accumulating a mass of noise you hadn’t heard yet in the live voting special. You glanced to Wonho who lifted his eyebrows in surprise before he let out a hearty giggle. He clapped along as well until the crowd fizzled into a low hum once again.

“And how many of you are here to see Johnny move forward?”

Just as it had before, the crowd seemed to be set ablaze with voices. Audience members began stamping their feet and screeching, showing their allegiance to their favorite idol, even when he was on the search to find love.

“With that being said,” the host continued. “I think we’re pretty evenly divided in this studio, so why don’t we get to it?”

You nodded, hardly capable of swallowing. Your mouth had never been so dry as you attempted to lick your lips. Knowing the inevitable, you prepared yourself for the simultaneous sucker punch to your gut and soaring feeling in your chest. When the final idol was announced, you were always faced with a difficult reaction. While you were happy for the man who was able to continue on, you were heartbroken for the ones left behind. Especially in this situation, you couldn’t dare dream of a life without either Johnny or Wonho. Each man had made such a distinct impression on you, you knew that in the end, you would end up a sobbing mess.

Watching with anxious eyes, the host ripped at the final envelope you would ever see on My Idol.

“And the second man to move on...

to the final round...

is....

....

Shin Hoseok, otherwise known as Monsta X’s Wonho.”

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taeminsphltrum · 7 years

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I Just Called To Say

Wonho | Fluff | WC: 1.7k

But what it is, is something true Made up of these three words that I must say to you

“I love you.”

You blink slowly, trying to process the words you just heard. Moving the phone away from your ear, you squint your eyes to look at the screen, reading the name and time at the top of it.

“Hoseok,” you yawn, rubbing an eye and rolling onto your back. “Do you know what time it is?”

Your eyes widen a bit and blink a little faster to adjust to the pitch black surrounding you, and you wait for him to check and see that it’s four in the morning.

“Yes, I know I probably shouldn’t have called you because you have to wake up in a few hours for work but I—”

“Baby, slow down.” He’s talking way too fast, his words blending into each other and your brain is still in its waking up stages so you need him to talk a little slower.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I can’t sleep, and when I can’t sleep I think about a lot of shit,” when he pauses, you hum. “And we’ve been together for a while now. Next week it’ll be six months, right?”

You hum again, switching back to your original position on your side, snuggling further into you comforter. “On Wednesday.” The smallest of smiles stretch your lips because you know he’s downplaying how he feels about this halfway mark in your relationship.

“I know you said you don’t want to do anything for month-anniversaries—”

You snort. “Because they’re pointless.”

Hoseok sighs. He’s always been such a hopeless romantic and you can be one too, but you grew out of celebrating each month of being with someone and prefer to go all out for milestone dates. But you know how excited he is for each month that you’ve officially been together and you feel kind of bad you let that slip out. You blame it on your brain still not completely functioning and not being able to filter your thoughts as fast.

“I’m regretting waking you up,” he deadpans and you snort again.

“So I can go back to sleep?” And when he sighs again, you roll your eyes. Your attempt to lighten the mood clearly isn’t working. “Baby, I’m kidding. Tell me what’s on your mind, I won’t joke around anymore.”

Hoseok hesitates for too long and you call his name, trying to prompt him to let everything on his mind and chest out on the table.

“I don’t know… I was just thinking about how happy you make me. Even when we were just friends and I didn’t even know I wanted to be with you… you’ve always made me happy and I knew I always wanted you to be in my future.”

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how open he is with his feelings. Not that you’re incapable of expressing yourself, it just takes a little push for you to let it all out like he can.

“We don’t always see eye-to-eye but you balance me out so well and you’ve ruined my expectations for everyone else. I don’t even want to think about the possibility of having to find someone else.”

He’s barely getting started and you have a feeling your cheeks will be wet because you’re a softy for romantic confessions—especially when it comes from the man on the phone—and aching from smiling so hard because he always seems to know the right things to say, even when he’s unsure of his words.

“Ah, I’m getting off topic.” You almost tell him it’s okay and to stay on the mistaken topic, but you just bite your lip and let him get back on track. “Since you promised we could do something on Wednesday, I already have everything put together… but I’m second guessing it all.”

You aren’t hard to please. A simple dinner and movie are enough to make you the happiest girl in the world. Some cuddling and kisses added is the perfect date. Not saying going all out wouldn’t have the same effect, but you’re sure that anything he puts together will be just fine. Knowing he took the time and energy to do something for you is enough to have you okay with anything. He knows what you don’t like, so you’re not worried in the slightest. But Hoseok is such a caring and loving person who always wants to make sure others are pleased and he second guesses himself up until he realizes they’re more than content and he was worried for nothing.

But, you’re not going to tell him he’s over analyzing it. After years of knowing how he works, you know he hates it the most when people tell him something isn’t that deep and to stop thinking so hard.

“I just don’t want it to be a total flop because I’m really excited about it,” he sighs.

“If you’re so excited about it, I love it already,” you speak softly.

“Like I was saying before, you always make me so happy and I want to have the same effect on you, you know? I know you say I do but I can’t help but doubt—”

“Hoseok. I will hang up on you if you continue that sentence.”

Hoseok isn’t clingy. He doesn’t crave your attention every second of the day. He doesn’t have an exaggerated need for validation, but every once in a while it’s good for him to hear how much he means to you, how much you love him.

“As cheesy as it sounds, from the day we became friends you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been since I was a kid. When I realized I had feelings for you I didn’t get scared like I always had in the past. Do you think I’ve ever confessed to a guy first?” you chuckle, remembering how abrupt and unprepared your confession was. The look on his face was priceless and you wish you would’ve caught his reaction on camera. “Just hearing your name makes me smile and makes my stomach feel weird, and you have the audacity to doubt if you make me happy?”

You’re wide awake by now, his uncertainty alerting your brain. It’s not even like you did something to make him feel this way, but you feel like you have to let him know he has no reason to feel that way without telling him he’s over analyzing things because his nerves are getting to him.

It’s quiet for too long after you open your heart up to him a little. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

The sniffle you get in response has a wide smile slowly making its way on your face.

“Are you crying?” You try to sound worried but the amusement can’t be shielded. Maybe you aren’t the one meant to cry tonight.

“Shut up.”

You openly laugh, apologizing when he starts mumbling under his breath that he can’t stand you and an empty threat of hanging up on you.

“Seriously, though. I know I don’t say it as often as you do but I love you so so so much and I’m so happy I snatched you before Jihyun did.”

He chuckles, followed by a long inhale.

“Thank you.”

His voice is the softest you’ve ever heard and it makes your tummy do a little flip.

“For what?”

“For putting up with me. I know I’m a mess sometimes and I really try to control my emotions but sometimes…” he struggles to finish his sentence, so you jump in.

“Hush. You’re perfectly fine and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

You know he’s smiling on the other side of the phone and keeps your smile in place. You don’t mind getting woken up at the asscrack of dawn when it comes to Hoseok, and you love your sleep. So if that isn’t enough proof of how whipped you are for the kid, you don’t know what else could be.

“If these are your thoughts on a restless night, I can only imagine what your vows will be.”

Shrugging the cover off, you swing your legs off the bed and slip your slippers on. You make your way out of your room and into the kitchen, turning on the hallway light as you pass it for some guidance because you just moved and you don’t have the place memorized yet.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Hoseok chuckles, voice a little deeper than before and his words and tone have you biting back another smile as you grab a water bottle and take a few sips. All this talking after being asleep for hours has your throat as dry as a desert.

Months in and it still feels like you’re in your honeymoon phase because you’re always smiling when you speak to him, or even when he simply gets brought up by a friend or a parent.

“Mm, can’t wait.”

Leaning against the counter, you look up at the clock on the stove and the time reads a quarter past five. You can’t see yourself falling back asleep anytime soon and all you can think of is cuddling with your boyfriend while the sun rises in an hour or so, watching a movie or continuing your heart to heart.

“Do you have work tomorrow? Or today, whatever.”

“I don’t go in until two-thirty, why?”

“You should pack a bag and come over,” you propose, twisting and untwisting the bottle’s cap with your forefinger and thumb.

“Don’t you have work at—”

“No one said I work tomorrow,” you laugh.

There’s rustling on the other side and a grunt, followed by a clicking noise you’re assuming was his light switch illuminating his room.

“Say no more, I’ll be there in twenty.”

This is so fluffy and sweet my tooth hurts omg idk how I’m managing to write all this fluff bc I suck at expressing my feelings asjukldlk; enjoy

#wonho scenario #wonho scenarios #mxwriters #kpocwriters #monsta x scenarios #monsta x scenario #mx scenarios #mx scenario

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ikonxmx · 7 years

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Warnings: Strong language, implied sexual activities (nondescriptive smut)

word count: 2,335 BULLSHIT!!!!!!

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Part 3: Bullshit, bullshit, and.. oh look, more bullshit.

“That feels so good!” The girl beneath Hoseok moaned for what seemed like the millionth time that night. She was entirely too loud for his liking, but she had a nice face and a decent body. Besides, how loud she gets doesn't matter. So long as the boys don’t realize he's left the club early and decide to come looking for him, everything will be fine.

“Hoseok!” Hyunwoo’s angry voice yells through the small apartment the slam of the door echoing behind him

Did he just jinx himself? Seriously what are the chances, they've got to be slim to none. Hoseok quickly jumps from his position and throws a cover over the girl whose name he's a little bit too drunk to remember. Doesn't matter anyway, he probably won't be seeing her again.

“Heeeey hyung!” Hoseok slurs when Hyunwoo’s massive figure come into view. He tries his best to play up his drunkenness in hopes he’ll be cut a bit of slack.

“Cut the shit.We heard her from the hallway, you're completely naked, and there's a human shaped lump under your cover.” Hyunwoo sighs.

Hoseok’s face falls. Hiding the girl under his cover probably wasn't the best idea but thinking on his toes when drunk isn't really one of his strong suits. Hell had he been a bit more coherent and had the girl he was sleeping with not been so loud, he might've heard the door opening and thought to get dressed and hide her in a closet or under a desk. Speaking of said girl… after realizing her cover had been blown she flung the hot material from her naked body and stood proudly showing off her figure.

“Why?” Hyunwoo sighs again looking back and forth between Hoseok and the girl.

“She kicked me in my dick! I had to make sure it was still working properly!” Hoseok explains.

It was true to a certain extent. You had kicked him so hard he was worried his dick would stop working, but he'd quickly disproved that theory 10 minutes later in your bathroom.

“You probably deserved it,” Hyunwoo said. “You don't think! You're in a public relationship! What if someone had seen you take this girl home? What if she decides to go tell?”

“She's not gonna tell. Isn't that right sweetheart?” Hoseok coos at the still naked girl.

“Right! He explained everything.” She beams.

“Oh, he did?” Hyunwoo asks crossing his arms.

“Yeah. He was going to break up with her but they got outed. So he has to stay awhile longer. He really wants to be with me though. I just can't tell anyone about us.” She smiles looking at Hoseok.

Hoseok has a proud smile on his face, clearly, his explanation was impenetrable and no one would ever find out about this night's small escapade.

“You're a fucking idiot,” Hyungwon mumbles walking into the room and plopping down on a bed. “Can you get her out? I'm actually really tired.”

“The hell did you just say?” Hoseok asks, turning to face the younger man.

“Get her out.” Hyungwon repeats.

Hoseok scoffs, “You've been really disrespectful lately, you know that?” He says and moves toward him.

“Cut it out,” Hyunwoo says grabbing Hoseok's shoulder and stopping his attack. “Both of you. Hoseok, get the girl out of the here. Seriously, stop bringing them to the apartment.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok says waving his arm. “Come on baby girl, you've got to get dressed.”

The girl pouts but picks up her dress and underwear.

“Don't walk her down. That's how you and your girlfriend got caught.” Hyungwon warns.

“He’s still naked,” Changkyun says shaking his head from the doorway.

Hoseok looked down to see that he was indeed still naked. No more drunk sex. It's confusing and un-enjoyable.

Monday’s… The start of a new week but everything is kept the same for you. You're washed, fed, and out of the door at the same time, you are every other day.

“Hey, honey.” The librarian greets you with a smile as you walk in.

“Hey,” you wave back and stop at her desk. “Um… if that guy comes, can you just show him where I am?”

She crinkles her nose, “I don't like him for you.”

“Honestly I don't like him that much either.” You say and it makes the librarian laugh.

You're being honest. Although you're not exactly sure what, something about him rubs you the wrong way. It could be all the innuendos and his flirtatious behaviors. It's not something that you aren't used to. You've dated before and dealt with guys who were a bit similar but Hoseok seems to be an entirely different ballpark. It's the handsome aspect. The men you'd dated before weren't nearly as good looking as he is. They were horny high school boys with patchy beards and squeaky voices trying to get their nut off, at the time. You'd seen pictures posted on Facebook and Instagram showing how they'd grown up. A few of them were already married. Some of them had a kid or two. Most of them were in stable high paying jobs and constantly venting about their bosses or coworkers giving them shit. All of them looked nowhere near as handsome as Hoseok.

You'll give credit where it's due. The man has a smile that lights up a room and a body carved by Ancient Greek sculptors. He's a spectacle, a sight for sore eyes, simply put… he's fine as hell. He makes everyone around him look like Gollum in comparison. This could quickly become two pages about how attractive he is, so let's stop here.

You're already terrible at socializing. Long talks about life and actually getting to know people just isn't something for you, but it's a million times worse in his presence. Your mouth dries up, you can't look him in the eyes, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap, snagged fabric from your sweaters takes longer to get rid of, and you suddenly realize how much you're in need of a manicure. It's only like that with him. Although you don't socialize you still know how to… well enough not to make yourself look like a fool. But socializing with Hoseok makes you look like a complete fucking idiot. You hate it. You hate talking to him.

You move toward to back of the library and wait for it to turn 9:15 so you could start your trip to your Psych class. Usually, you'd review work from Wednesday to refresh your memory, but today you can't seem to get yourself to focus. Saturday at your place with Hoseok… ugh!! You dropped your head feeling guilty. Of course, he'd been joking, girls flocked to him like birds to warm weather. Why on earth would he try to make a move on you? It was illogical. You didn't realize how much it would hurt him either. With your nervousness, you hadn't even measured the strength of your kick and just swung your foot forward. You kept giving the excuse of “it couldn't hurt that bad” to which Hoseok would shoot you a meaningful glare and hiss: “Shut up. I'm pretty sure you broke my dick.”

You shook your leg anxiously, worried about his health. Before you knew it your phone was vibrating with your alarm. You quickly packed up and made your way to class.

According to your plan, stares to the back of your head during class should have died down quite a bit. But as you sit in you psych class, you feel more eyes on you than ever. You think maybe it'll just take a little while longer for people to get over the news, but it happens all day long. Throughout campus, people will look at you and whisper to their friends. Some laugh, some shake their heads, and others just stare. Point is… everyone is looking. This isn't normal. Something had to have happened. You pull out your phone and press the internet app for the first time in 4 days. As soon as you hit enter for your search of ‘Monsta X Wonho’ news articles from portal sites flood the page.

“Wonho Cheating on Girlfriend”

“The Girl Who Claims to have Slept with Wonho Just Last Night.”

Trouble in Paradise? Information on Wonho’s One Night Stand with a Fan.

… That fucking dumbass.

“So let me get this straight.” Mary starts as she packs a box full of male clothes she has laying around her house. “He's paying you $10,000 dollars to be his ‘girlfriend’ for six months?”

“Yeah. Apparently, people would flip shit if they ever found out the reason he was really outside. Shirtless. At eleven o’clock.” You squint and take another shot of the alcohol Mary has so kindly laid out in front of you.

“He's a hoe,” Mary says. “And a stupid one at that. He should've known better than to sleep with a fan. There's no way in hell she's keeping that a secret. She wants to rub it in every other fans face like ‘I got oppa’s dick and you didn't!’ That type of thing.”

You had to agree. He's a dumbass. Obviously, you two aren't in an actual relationship but the rules of one still stood. And if he was going to cheat on you, he should've been way more careful as to not be caught.

“So, why do you need the clothes?” Mary asks as she throws a hoodie into the cardboard box.

“Got to make the breakup convincing.” You say and take another shot.

“That why you're getting drunk too?”

You nod, “I don't play a very convincing heartbroken drunk girl. I should at least be one of the two.”

Mary laughs, “Well I've found about as much as I can. The guy the belong to won't miss then so just… do as you please.”

For once in this whole elaborate ass plan, you hadn't thought everything out. Going to his apartment while you're drunk and handing him back his things would make a great story for any portal site and the news of your breakup would spread relatively fast. Problem is… you know the complex, just not the apartment number. Also… you're pretty shitfaced right now.

“Hoseok! Shin Hoseok!” You call as you stumble through the hallway the big box of clothes larger than you had expected it to be. “Shin Hoseok! You no good cheater, bring your ass out here!”

“Hey lady, shut the hell up!” A voice calls to you.

“You shut the hell up, I'm trying to find my boyfriend. Shin Hoseok!!!!” You yell.

A hand grabs your forearm and pulls you back. “Oh gosh, you're actually drunk.” The voice says.

You pout and look up to see a rather handsome guy staring at you. His face looks familiar but you can't exactly pinpoint where you've seen it before.

“Fourth floor. Apartment 426. Waking our entire apartment building isn't a very good idea.” He says and pulls you to the nearest elevator.

“Hey…” you start and blink a few times to focus your eyesight. “Do I know you?”

“You should. You're dating one of my members.”

“Ah! You're in Monsta X! I knew you looked familiar. Hey, did I seem brokenhearted enough? I'm too drunk to tell.” You admit.

He laughs, “It was an award-winning performance.” He says just as the elevator dings. You chuckle and make your way into the hall.

“Shin Hoseok you shithead!” You yell charging toward the end of the hall in search of apartment 426.

“It's right here!” The members voice calls and you quickly turn around and run toward him. He laughs and punches in the code to enter. You barge in behind him.

“Shin Hoseok!” You call and once again the member beside you laughs.

Hoseok’s head pops up from the sofa. “What are you doing here?” He questions as he stands and makes his way toward you.

“Saving face. I came to break up.” You say and push the box in his direction. “I figured bringing a box of your stuff would be convincing so I asked Mary for some help.” You pause and look up at him. “Let's break up.”

Hoseok smirks, “Sure okay. Let's break up.”

“I think you owe me something. Cash or check is fine.” You say and hold out your hand.

“What do I owe you?” He questions with a confused expression.

“The money you promised me for playing along.”

He laughs, “I said six months! If you think I'm paying you $10,000 for 4 days, you've lost your mind. In fact, you should probably be paying me… for breach of the contract or something!”

“It was a verbal agreement dumbass! And that's not fair! I would've done the full 6 months but you got caught cheating!” You whine.

“Yeah, I slipped up. But you're good at solving problems like this. You knew what would happen and what sites would report each day of our relationship. There has to be some situation in a book you've read before to fix this. I can't have the public hating me.”

You sigh, “I just came for the money.”

“You're not getting a cent from me until six months of us dating has passed.”

Bullshit.

“I suggest you start thinking of ways to get us both out of this.”

Bullshit.

“I'm serious. If you end things now I'm not giving you anything.”

BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!

Part 3 END

A/N: I hope you enoyed I’m sooo so so sorry it’s a week late. It won’t happen again, I promise.

- AJ

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kitty35 · 7 years

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Kihyun x popstar!reader

You were sitting at a signing in Seoul, about to fall asleep. Just this week, you finished filming for a tv show that you stared in. You learned a new dance with your group of your two friends, Rose and Ava. You had to deal with your stalker, Tyler. Then on Wednesday you Rose and Ava flew out to Seoul since you three were famous world wide. You just got off stage from preforming. You were beyond tired having only gotten around 10 hours of sleep for this week.

As new fans came up to greet you, you smiled and laughed, giving them an autograph and taking whatever gift they handed you. You didn’t want to disappoint your fans.

“I’m a huge fan!” One said.

“Thank you! Where do I sign?” You asked. She handed you a book that you signed, then handed you a gift and walked away. You looked at Rose and Ava who had plenty of sleep, to see them happily greeting our fans.

“Hey.” A some what shy voice said, snapping your head back forward.

“Monsta x?” You asked, looking up at the Kpop stars.

“You know us?” Hyungwon asked, some what shocked.

“Of course I do! I’m a huge fan of you guys!!” You said with a real smile.

“Shouldn’t we be saying that?” I.M said with a chuckle. Minhyuk and Kihyun stood still, trying to process that their favorite idol knew who they were.

“I guess you’re right.” You chuckled. “So, let me hear it.” You smirked, leaning your head on your hand.

“Kihyun and Minhyuk are huge fans, and wanted a signature.” Wonho said, teasing the two members. Kihyun, still not having said anything, smiled shyly at you. Your face turned a light pink, but they couldn’t see because of all the makeup your stylist put on you.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have no choice to sign something for you.” You said. The two handed you a book for you to sign. You picked up the pen, but kinda just stared at the books, beginning to fall asleep.

“(stage name)? Are you okay?” You heard Kihyun ask you. You looked up at him to see his worried face.

“Wha-…Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just a little tired.” You said, then signed their books.

“Do you need a coffee, or a slight break?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried about you.

“You don’t need to worry about me! Promise.” You smiled up at him. He nodded and the 7 walked away. About half an hour passed of meeting fans. Their were so many!

“Mrs. (L/n). It’s time for you to take a break.” Your body guard told you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“But, their are still so many fans that want to meet me.” You said.

“I know, but I was instructed by your manager to give you a break. Some one back stage is waiting for you.”

“Some one back stage?” You asked. Your bodyguard led you back stage, only to be face to face(well, shoulders since you are small) with Kihyun.

“Kihyun? Whats up?” You asked.

“I…I asked your manager what your schedule has been this last week, and asked him to give you a break.” He said, looking down and away from you. You smiled at him. “I know that you really like meeting your fans and everything, but your health is important too!” He said, but was cut off by you laughing. He looked at you with a slightly shocked face. You walked over to him and gave him a huge bear hug, astounding him with your strength.

“Thank you for caring about my health.” You said. He smiled at you and timidly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey, (stage name), do you want to…I don’t know, maybe hang out with me?” He asked. You looked up at him, and nodded your head.

“Let me just change and get all this makeup off, and you can call me (y/n).” You said and Kihyun nodded. You walked into your changing room, leaving a love struck Kihyun and your bodyguard alone together. Not a smart idea.

“What are you planing on doing with (y/n)?” Dave, your bodyguard asked.

“Probably just watch a movie, let her rest.” Kihyun said, suddenly feeling threatened and timid.

“If you do anything to her, just remember. I can ruin your whole group.”

“I-I won’t do anything.”

“Good. Keep her safe.” Then, he left a shooken Kihyun waiting for you. You walked over to him, now wearing a pair of pajama type shorts and a tank top with a jacket. Your hair was down and you took off most of your makeup, the eye liner on your water lines didn’t want to come off so you just put on some mascara to make it look better.

“How do you still look amazing wearing lazy clothing?” He joked around

“Thanks. Where do you want to go?” You asked, smiling at him.

“I was thinking we could head over to my dorm and watch a movie. If that’s okay with you, that is.” He nervously added.

“Yeah! Sounds like fun.” You said, then wrapped your arm around his and began walking. Kihyun blushed and smiled down at you. You both walked out to the main area.

“Before we go, I need to tell my group I’m leaving.” Kihyun told you. You nodded and watched as he quickly ran off to find the rest of Monsta x.

“Finally found the bitch.” A voice said in english after a few minutes of waiting around. You knew it wasn’t Kihyun, or anyone in Monsta x for that matter. You turned around to be met with a old face. His black hair was messy and his brown eyes were glaring at you. He wore a blue shirt with a gray hoodie over it. He had a slight stubble and a tattoo on his lift wrist that read ‘life’ in Chinese.

“Tyler.” You said, trying to sound confident. “What are you doing here?” You asked, also in english.

“I came back to find you. You think you can run away from me? You must be dumber then I thought.” He insulted, reaching out to grab your wrist. All your drowsiness vanished as you quickly moved out of his reach.

“I thought I told you, we’re through.” You said, your voice shaking.

“Now common sweetie. I was always their for you. You can’t just throw away what we had.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in far too close. You struggled against him.

“Kihyun!!” You yelled out.

“Did you go and find another man? You slut.” He hissed at you. You opened your eyes to see the whole Monsta x group running towards you.

“Kihyun!!” You yelled again. Tyler let go of you and glared at the group of 7. You ran over to Kihyun and practically tackled him. He caught you and began to calm you down, rubbing your hair and telling you everything would be okay.

“What’s the problem here?” Hyungwon asked.

“What?” Tyler asked.

“Is there something wrong here?” I.M asked in english.

“Yeah their is. That bitch over there. That’s my problem.”

“Don’t call her that. She’s way better then you will ever be.”

“Kihyun, can you call dave? My phone is in my back pocket, just hold 3 and it should call him.” Kihyun nodded and called your bodyguard as I.M and Tyler argued. Tyler pushed I.M right as Dave showed up.

“Tyler.” Dave said.

“Dave.”

“You do know that you can be sued for hurting two very famous people.”

“That bitch isn’t that famous and these idiots aren’t worth anything.” Tyler said, pointing to Monsta x.

“Kihyun. Take (y/n) and your group else ware. I’ll take care of this man.” Kihyun nodded and picked you up, then walked away with the rest of the group. They all walked to their car and got in.

“(Y/n)?” Minhyuk asked, only to see you fell asleep in Kihyuns arms. The car ride to the dorms was silent. You slept on Kihyuns lap, clutching onto his shirt as he rested his head on top of yours with his arms wrapped securely around you. When the car stopped, you woke up.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re at out dorm.” Hyungwon said, also just having woke up from a nap.

“Oh, okay.” You said. You all got out of the car and walked up to their living room. You, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and I.M all sat on the couch. Wonho and Jooheon began to try and cook something to eat. Shownu was trying to find something to watch on tv.

“If you don’t mind me asked, who was that prick at the convention?” I.M asked.

“Tyler?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. He and ‘dated’ for a little bit. Well, not really dating. More of ‘if I didn’t do what he told me, he would abuse me’ type thing. I ran away from him and hired Dave to keep me safe. Then soon after that I became famous and he’s been stalking me ever since.” You said, leaning against Kihyun.

“Why don’t you throw him in jail?” Minhyuk asked.

“I’ve tried. Trust me. But they didn’t find enough evidence to lock him away. And even if they do find enough evidence now, we have an amendment saying you can’t charge someone for the same offense twice if proven not guilty the first time.”

“I’m sorry you need to deal with that.” Hyungwon said and Shownu patted your head as a sign of affection.

“It’s okay. It’s not that bad as long as I’m well rested.” Your voice got quieter as the sentence ended.

“How much sleep have you gotten this past week?” Hyungwon asked.

“About…10 hours.” You whispered.

“(y/n)! That’s not good!” Kihyun scolded you.

“I know! I’m sorry, it’s just I had to finish filming and learn a new dance and song. Then deal with Tyler and after that I flew out here and by the time I got to my hotel, I need to leave for today.” You rambled on and on, until Kihyun stopped you.

“It’s okay. I know how it is. Just please try to be better about your health.” Kihyun said, wraping his arm around your shoulder. You nodded and gave his cheek a quick kiss. He looked at you and leaned in closer to give you a kiss on the lips. You instantly melted into it and only pulled away when Wonho and Jooheon walked out with food for everyone. You all ate ramen and watched a ton of movies till you fell asleep on Kihyun. He looked down at you and smiled, giving the top of your head a kiss. He pulled out your phone and texted Dave that you would be staying the night with him.

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Symphonic Dysfunction

Chapter 1

The cavernous walls of the hallway seemed stifling and cramped this morning. Namjoon usually found solace in the sound of his shoes click clacking across the tile, reverberating and filling the empty hall as if the acoustics were built for him. A far cry from the Performing Arts Center that his father had conducted at, with its slatted panels that shifted and directed the sound offstage as if the world was his music box for just a few minutes. Still, he was grateful for what he had here at the YONSEI. Even if the Auditorium practically rattled, he would make the best of it. Even if ‘the best of it’ included having his kids play their concert in the hallway outside so they could understand how it feels to hear and be heard. The first hour or so that Namjoon was at school were hardly his favorite of the day but they were definitely moments of silence that he cherished. As an interim conductor of 3 string Orchestras, a full symphony, and his part-time student status as he grapples to juggle his final semester toward his Masters degree in Conducting, he has little time to himself.

Running a hand over his face, he wipes his eyes and lets out a yawn as he finally rounds the bend to the fine arts hall. Why they stuck my parking space all the way over by the gym with the coaches, I will never know. Namjoon made it a point to avoid the coaches at all cost after their altercation over funding in the fall. How many soccer jerseys can one team need that we don’t even have room in the budget for a proper score library? Coach Wonho, a rookie soccer coach who everyone took a shining to because of his reputation as a former starter for the South Korean Olympic team, assumed upon meeting Namjoon that he was a fellow coach. An easy misconception to adopt largely because of Namjoon’s towering height, youth, and physical fitness, however Mr.Kim was quick to correct his colleague. Ever since Namjoon told Wonho exactly where he could go to find his precious special edition cleats for his team, the two had not necessarily been on good terms.

Regardless, Mr.Kim continued to plow on and was already being thrust into his 2nd semester as Orchestra director for the YONSEI University symphony program. Mrs. Eun Joo had been very pregnant at the beginning of last year’s fall semester and had left on her 3 month maternity leave. 3 months turned into 6 months which turned into her resignation as word spread of the paternity of her child. Wonho walked around like he was the most virile man in South Korea for months afterward. The Dean, of course, caught wind and every member of faculty was greeted at the beginning of the term with a flowery email filled with sheepish wording that said in no uncertain terms: don’t fuck your coworkers. Especially the married ones.

Inadvertent as his employment was, he loved it nonetheless. The chief reason that you could tell that Mr. Kim Namjoon loved nothing more in his life than his job was the smile that could be seen on his face whenever he saw one of his kids. The visible change as his chest swelled with pride, his eyes brightened, and his legendary dimples appeared was infectious. Each student carried that energy and confidence with them throughout their day because when that pride is directed at you, there can be no doubt in your mind that it is genuine and deserved. Of course, he can only call them his ‘kids’ in his head since in reality, there are quite a few members who are considerably older than he is.

Checking his watch, Namjoon winces at the time. 7:45am. Right on time for sectionals. With a concert date looming, Namjoon decided to buckle down and have the kids lead student taught sectionals for his struggling club students. Led by the Chamber top group, of course, the advanced students would instruct the non-major students who were merely in the Camerata Orchestra for something to be involved in, with drills and practice techniques to level up in their musicianship. As lovely as an idea that Namjoon remains convinced that it was, since its inception about 2 weeks ago, it has gone less than smoothly. The first Monday sectional featured the section leader of the violas abandoning their Little’s altogether upon hearing them screech out the opening chord of their Telemann. That Wednesday, the 1st violin first stand knocked over what had to have been the tiniest freshman girl on campus in their attempt to rock paper scissor who gets to play the tuning note. Oh, and the poor dear that told Hobi he should ‘lighten up’. I honestly don’t know if she’s going to pick up a bass ever again.

It was now the following Friday and it was time for none other than the cello sectionals. The previous week they had gone fairly well under the guidance of Park Jimin, and Namjoon saw considerable improvement of the Camerata group’s G major 3 octave scales in rehearsal. They were working hard and there was no doubt that the reason for the improvement was Jimin’s skill paired with Taehyung’s sheer magnetic approachability. And his smile, of course his smile. As talented a cellist as Jimin is, Kim Taehyung could make the devil feel comfortable in a church. Of course it helps that many of the freshman girls were absolutely infatuated with him. And with good reason, it must be said.

Fumbling with his belongings at the big double doors of the Orchestra hall, Namjoon goes red in the face as he drops his keys. Again. He’s had a set of keys for the Orchestra Hall since his sophomore year as a student. He was in the room more than the instructors so Eun Joo-nim finally caved and printed her annoying little try-hard a copy.

His father had told him that he should never do something he enjoyed as a job because it would soon become a chore, however, he was never happier than he was now. The job came with its difficulties of course, he got very little respect from the rest of the staff. Namjoon tried to remain patient with those who condescended to him, he really did. He fully understands how ludicrous and humiliating it must be to have a department head who has only been able to drink alcohol legally for 3 years. At 22, he was the youngest faculty member by a long shot, but that didn’t bug him at all. Having graduated high school at 16, 3 years ahead of his peers, he was comfortable with being the youngest in the room. What made Namjoon uncomfortable was the assumption that he was inherently less than qualified just because of his age. If I’m a shitty conductor, then I’m a shitty conductor but don’t you dare pin that on my age.

“Good morning Mr.Kim!”, the proud bearer of a boxy, bouncy smile swoops down and picks up Namjoon’s keys for him. Namjoon can’t help but melt a little as Taehyung grins at him as if he’s never been happier to see someone in his entire life. Taehyung is blissfully unaware of his slightly dishevelled state, touting sweatpants with one leg rolled halfway up his shin, a massive hoodie that he stole from his older brother, ashen hair that stuck straight up the back of his head, and a sleep-puffed face.

“Good morning Taehyungie,”, Namjoon indulges, as he swings the door wide for Taehyung to accommodate his cello. “And don’t call me Mr. Kim.”

“Yah, Tae! Hold the door!” From down the hall, an undeniably beautiful man cartoonishly speedwalks to the door, laden with a stack of papers that makes the broad man look tiny.

“Good morning, Jin!” Tae chimes once again.

Chest heaving, Jin storms into the office door that sits adjacent to the front entrance of the Orchestra Hall and sets the papers down with a huff.

“Yah! You call this maknae ‘Mr.Kim’ but all I get is “Good morning, Jin”? You should be ashamed, how can you treat your hyung like that? Worse still, your concertmaster? I bust my ass making sure we have scores and assignments and all I get is-” Jin’s half-hearted, bemused tirade is cut off as abruptly as it begins as another boy enters the room, the door yawning shut behind him.

“Kim Namjoon. Kim Seokjin. Kim Taehyung.” His soft voice renders any harsher tone obsolete and the boys stare at the smaller boy blinkingly as he takes up the remaining space in the office. As if answering their unspoken question he stifles a yawn and mumbles, “You’re all “Mr.Kim”.’

The tirade quieted, Jimin rolls his case to his section and begins unpacking his cello. A stark difference from his stand partner, Jimin is the picture of elegance. Or as elegant as a 21 year old man can get. His honey colored hair perfectly in place, dressed simply in a loose collared shirt and ripped dark jeans, Taehyung continuously found himself captivated with the effortless way that Jimin presented himself. I wish I could be that cool. Looking down at his own clothes, he mentally kicks himself for not putting in more effort on a day to day basis. That’s just not where my energy goes,he reconciles with himself, I’m concerned with other things.

Taehyung crosses the hall to the cello locker room, fetches his cello case, and returns to take his place next to Jimin as second chair. Jimin frets over his cello, rosining his bow, tuning and re-tuning, ensuring his music is in the right order. Glancing over at Tae, who is busying himself with plucking out chords in an attempt to play a double stop that he hasn’t yet heard, Jimin grows envious of Tae’s care-free nature. I wish I could just fly into things like Tae does, without a plan. It would save me so much trouble.

All too aware of the silence that has settled in the hall since he stopped his plucking, Tae clears his throat to cut the awkward tension. The most unsettling thing is silence in a place that is supposed to be filled with noise.

“So what are we going over in sectionals with the Little’s today?”

“Tae, you can’t call them Little’s, Jeong Jae-Sun is a year older than us.”

“But. But. He’s so… Little!” Tae pouts. “Have you seen his bow hold? He might be able to knock me out in one punch and outdrink… well, you; but he has the bow hold of a 6th grade girl.”

“Yeah I know Tae, I was tempted to bring thumbtacks to fix our Yoo Soo Jin’s collapsing wrist. If they keep playing like this, they’re going to hurt themselves.”

Jimin falls silent and rubs his wrist, empathetic pain from his own tendonitis flaring at the memory of their poor posturing. I got hurt, and I was playing correctly. Jimin had played violin since he was 3 and while he was training for his audition for Julliard his sophomore year, he worked so tirelessly that he developed carpal tunnel syndrome and couldn’t play for months. The beginning of the end of his promising violin career.

Namjoon takes long strides out of his office to his place on the podium before chuckling, “First of all, no one could ever out drink our Jiminnie. Second of all, I’m glad you’re showing so much concern for the well being and progress of our kids because we’re having an emergency rehearsal Saturday and I need you there if you can make it.”

Tae heaves a great dramatic sigh and throws his head back, sinking down into his chair until the neck of his cello is resting on the back of his chair. “And if I can’t make it?”

Namjoon sobers a bit and faces Tae, “Then I completely understand, but I do hope you can make it. You make the kids more comfortable. They love you.”

Jimin bends to set his end pin up and then hoists his cello up onto his shoulder, “Besides, what do you have planned? You practically live here.”

“That’s pretty rich coming from the one that I found sleeping in a practice room at 4am last week.” Tae shoots back in mock defense.

“Yeah, and what were you doing by the practice rooms at 4am last week?” Jimin wheedles.

Tae’s face falls when he sees that he’s been beat. ”...Practicing.”

Jimin’s face brightens into a smug shit eating grin and his posture screams an explicit, check mate.

Tae, already embarrassed at being outed hangs his head over his cello and absently picks at the rosin build up under his bridge. Face reddening at the anticipation of the ribbing to come, Tae mumbles, “I have a date on Saturday.”

Jin materializes from thin air next to the podium and begins shouting about how “this girl better not break your heart” and “make sure you stay safe, use protection, you don’t know what these hoes got” and “oh lord, he’s just a kid. Don’t you think you should wait a while to date again?”

Namjoon raises a hand to silence Jin and melts further at the visibly mortified maknae in front of him. Leaning down to where they meet eye to eye, he smiles affectionately at Tae. “Well, who is it?”

Tae, grateful for the reprieve in shouting, allows his smile to fall open once more and his cheeks redden in a very different tone as he recalls the object of his infatuation. I can’t believe I got this lucky. Years of pining and I finally got her to say yes to a date. A real date.

“Chung So-Young.” Jimin could tell from the lilting way Tae hung onto every vowel in her name as if he were afraid to let go of them, that he was head over heels for her.

“Oh, the saxophone player from Jazz Band? I thought she was with Hobi?” Jin pops Tae’s love sick bubble without remorse.

Visibly pouting, Tae snaps back, “Look, if I swore off being interested in any girls that Hobi-hyung has been with then I would never date anyone. I don’t have many options as it is since Kang Mo-Yeon turned the entire Yonsei English Society against me. And I really like this girl.”

Jin returns to the office, fuming. Shutting the door firmly behind him, he lasts a good 3 seconds before whipping it back open and marching back to the cello stand. Tae might have been intimidated by the massive man barreling towards him with rage in his eyes had it not been for the knowledge of his intent. Jin comes to a halt and in a deluge of profanity begins cursing anything that has to do with Kang Mo-Yeon and the YES club. “How dare she cheat on you and then convince half of the campus that you’re the jackass?! Tae-Tae?! You couldn’t hurt a fly! You’re a jackass but you’re OUR jackass and if she publishes one more vaguely accusatory article in the English Paper I will single handedly drag her ass-”

“Jin-hyung.” the honorific coming from Namjoon is enough to give Jin reason to pause. Namjoon jerks his head to the door and the herd of cellists that are gathering around it, waiting for the sectional to begin. “There’s a time and a place. They don’t all need to know his business.” Turning to Tae, he places his hand on top of Tae’s mop of hair and smiles down at him. “Have fun on your date. Just know that there will be a legion of cellist noonas absolutely heartbroken that their handsome oppa isn’t there to show them thumb position for the upteenth time.” Laughing at the sheepish flush that graces the boys cheeks once again, Namjoon adds, “Oh, and stop giving May Sun private lessons, I overheard her working in the practice room the other day and she knows how to do everything you’re teaching her. She’s been playing dumb to get more time with you.”

Struck dumb by that information and deaf by the resounding cackle from his stand partner, Tae sits mouth agape like a fish as the floodgates of the door break and none other than May Sun is the first to breach the Orchestra room.

“Good Morning Taehyung oppa!” a bright girl who is far too well done up for 8am, in a cute outfit, heels, and full makeup, plants herself firmly in front of Taehyung and presents a muffin to him. “I brought you breakfast, oppa! I wanted to say thank you for all of the time you’ve spent with me on lessons this week. Kamsahamnida- oppa!”

Jimin does his best to choke down his laughter but Taehyung just straight up chokes. Stuttering like his bow in the Dvorak piece, he numbly takes the muffin and, in an attempt to avoid further conversation, stuffs the whole thing in his mouth.

Namjoon prompts the confused looking girl to unpack her instrument so they can start sectionals, and she scatters to do as she’s told. Jimin leads sectionals in his signature matter of fact style, fixing bow holds now and again. Although he receives less attention borne of infatuation from his pupils, he receives the most respect and attentiveness. Jimin has studied at Julliard and has a reputation as being hands down, the best cellist in the school, and the most stern. Conscious of his intimidating demeanor in rehearsal settings, Jimin is glad to have Taehyung present to lighten the mood. Jimin is glad for the company but frustrated that this is the one facet of the musical process that he doesn’t excel at. Taehyungie is training to become an Orchestra teacher, it only makes sense that he is a natural teacher. People are drawn to his personality, people are drawn to my music. There’s a reason I’m applying for my Master’s in Cello Performance and not Music Education. Despite his regular pep talk regarding the fact that it is ok to not excel at teaching, Jimin still envies the easy way that Tae corrects the kids with kindness and patience shining in his eyes.

8:40am comes and goes and students enrolled in the 9am Symphony block class begin to show up. A small boy with shining white hair stalks in without a word and settles into the back row of the 2nd violin section as if he was made for that chair. Somehow willing himself invisible even in the morning light, he fades into the background of the classroom. Tae waves at him from his adjacent place in the Orchestra, furiously mouthing “Morning, Yoongi-ssi!”

Next to make an appearance was a man with the complete opposite and equal energy as Yoongi. A tall figure entered that exuded so much attitude that he actually sauntered into the room through the side door. Dressed to the nines in an effortlessly cool look of dark jeans, a dangerously low-buttoned collared shirt, and the latest Yeezy’s that color coordinated perfectly with his round tinted glasses and bandana. Every head in the Hall turned to follow his gait to the bass locker as if transfixed by his energy. He appeared aware of but completely unbothered by the attention he was receiving, even smirking slightly as he met eyes with several of the cellists, making them blush furiously.

Namjoon takes advantage of the pause in productivity to address him from the podium. “Nice to have you back Hoseok-hyung. I trust the Jazz Studies field trip went well and you are returning to us as a more enlightened and sensitive musician.”

To which Hobi grins, scratching the back of his head and stammers something along the lines of ‘Uh… yeah it was, great.”

Seokjin peeks his head out from the office and shouts, “He went to New Orleans and he studied… jazz? Yeah right, Namjoon. He is returning to us with a higher alcohol tolerance and at least 3 STD’s.”

“SEOKJIN. NOT the time.” Namjoon pulls out his Director-nim voice that he hides away for special occasions such as these.

The entirety of the participants of the now long dismissed sectional remain standing in the back, watching the verbal volley with bated breath. Eyes bouncing from Jin to Hobi to Namjoon as if if the contents of the conversation were going to be on their final exam.

“Don’t you guys have classes to go to? Go on, scatter.” Jimin speaks up, shooing the group away with no regard to his social reputation with them.

The remainder of the relatively small 20 piece orchestra files in, class begins and they go straight into the Holst Planets movements that they had been agonizing over for months. After Hu Yoon-Ji and Seokjin’s savage ‘discussion’ about whether the Andante Maestoso should start on an upbow or downbow, the final missing seat is filled. Another boy barrels in and as soon as he comes into view he gives the impression that he has grown very quickly in a very short period of time. Not exactly towering in height, but large and muscular, he looks as if he should be on his way to lacrosse practice, not Orchestra. He chucks his bag near across the room and rushes to unpack his violin. Crashing through the rest of the Orchestra, nearly knocking Baek Chi-Young’s stand over in the process, he finally takes his seat next to Jin, a huge smile plastered across his face.

“Nice of you to join us Jungkook.” Namjoon, says, with only minor sarcasm.

“Joesonghamnida, Sunbae-” Jungkook attempts a full 90 degree bow from his chair but ends up hitting his head on his stand and knocking his instrument out of tune. Rubbing his head, he looks up at Namjoon apologetically. Namjoon could tell that he had prepared a well thought out apology and excuse to present on behalf of his tardiness but the lump on his head and the humiliated look on his face was all the penance he needed.

“That’s okay Jungkook. Just tell Coach Wonho that you need to leave soccer practice early next week and I’m sure we can get you here on time.”

“Yes, sunbae.”

“And stop calling me Sunbae, Kookie.”

“Yes, sun-... Namjoon-hyung.”

After running their 30 minute show, once, twice, and spot checking trouble areas, Namjoon finally released the class.

“Good work today, guys!” Namjoon bellows to the fleeing kids.

“Get home safe, hyung!” Echoes back from the retreating crowd and Namjoon is sure that it’s Hu Yoon-Ji.

“With Jin driving? Not likely!”

“Yah, drive yourself then!” Jin snips back from his position in the office.

Although Namjoon was technically Jin’s sunbae by occupation, Jin is more than happy to point out the 2 year age difference between the two roomates. Jin casts his thoughts back to his freshman orientation. He had waited on pins and needles for his roommate assignment and was shocked when a gangly boy with a jet black bowl haircut rolled in with a suitcase that was wider than himself. Tagging behind were an older couple that he assumed were his parents.

“Kim Namjoon?” Jin questioned, as the boy took in the room with oddly wise eyes.

“Pleased to meet you. You must be Kim Seokjin. You’re a violin performance major, aren’t you?” Dumbfounded by this child’s confidence, Jin merely nodded. Namjoon’s parents rushed in with a distinct air of protectiveness.

“So you’re Namjoon’s roomate? Please take care of him. He won’t be here long so just, while he’s here, can you please make sure he doesn't cause too much trouble for himself?” Jin agreed as noncommittally as possible and then beat a hasty retreat to the hall on the pretense of saying goodbye to his parents. His parents had left hours ago, but he needed distance from the smothering tension in that tiny brick prison. Catching his breath just outside the door he catches snippets of a conversation. Chills ran down his spine as they always do when you know that you’re overhearing something that was never intended for your ears.

“You’re only 16, are you sure you don’t want to take a gap year or two? We can still get a spot in the Engineering camp that offered you a scholarship.”

“Min-ya, it’s not worth it. He won’t listen to us. You’ve been telling him for years to abandon this music foolishness.”

What surprised Jin the most wasn’t the sentiment from Namjoon’s parents, it was more common than not in the fine arts department for students to not have the blessing of their parents. What took Jin aback was the stony silence coming from Namjoon’s side of the conversation, as if he had nothing to say so nothing should be said. That level of maturity from a sixteen year old kid was something unheard of. Even Jin, who had a supportive, if absentee family, snapped at his mother occasionally with his 19 years of experience.

He decided at that point that he would do exactly as Ms.Kim requested of him. He would protect little Namjoon and hopefully learn as much as he can from him. Not that he would ever tell him that.

“Jin-hyung, what time is your Music Theory class today?” Namjoon interrupts.

“I only teach Tuesday and Friday. We can go home for lunch and come back at 2pm for Philharmonia.”

“Excellent!” Namjoon, practically bounces out of his chair, rocking on the balls of his feet. Slipping into his jacket he qualifies, “Do you want to go to Goreul-saem first, I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

“Namjoon, you haven’t cooked in 6 years.”

“Yah, I cook sometimes! I made ramyeon for you last week.”

“Jinja, fine. We’ll go out. But I know it’s just because of that cute noona that works the register.”

“No, I-” Namjoon panics as he goes to lock the door of the Orchestra room behind him.

“Yah, yah, yah, They serve the same menu at Booreul- saem but you’ve insisted on Goreul the past three weeks. Booreul is closer! I don’t care if you like her, just fucking ask her out already so I can stop wasting my time on it!”

Namjoon scratches the back of his head and stares at the floor. “I guess. Yeah, that’s true.”

“I know! When I have ever been wrong?” Jin slings his arm across the shoulders of his dongsaeng and they marched back down the hallway together.

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My Idol 2: Part Twenty One

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After trailing a few quiet kisses along Johnny’s cheekbones, you cheerfully wished him good night. After you locked yourself safely behind the door that evening, your heart soared. He was kind, considerate, and not at all willing to push unwarranted affection on you...

Even though it probably wasn’t as unwaranted as you would admit.

You were sick of complication. You had kissed Wonho, Yoongi, and Mark at this point, and only one of them was actually left in the running. The mere thought of it riddled your mind with guilt. You didn’t want anyone’s heart to break unnecessarily, including your own, so keeping the men that circulated you at arms length seemed to be the right coarse of action.

After your honesty hour with Yoongi, you realized it was okay to be distant sometimes. It was okay to embrace your feeling in the moment, no matter how confused you were. You were confused when you had kissed Wonho, but you had wanted it. You wanted his lips against yours so desperately, but as soon as he pulled away, instant regret sailed through your conscience. How would that act of intimacy effect him if he wasn’t in the finale? How would it effect you? But most importantly, how would it effect the men who you were also dating and had to watch your kiss with Wonho on the small screen?

It was okay to be confused with what happened. It was okay to muddy the lines between love, lust, and adoration. You were figuring things out and that meant along the way, it was also okay that you hadn’t kissed Johnny. He knew you cherished him. A kiss didn’t have to tell him that. The fact that he chose not to press his mouth against yours spoke volumes to you.

More so than any kiss could.

You hadn’t given Wonho that chance, allowing for your attraction to cloud your mind, but you wish you would have.

Either way, you were in heaps of trouble with both boys...because at this point, you could easily see yourself falling in love with either. And you hand’t even complicated things with Yongguk yet.

You grabbed the bouquet of flowers you had abandoned on the entryway table and scooted down the hall. You didn’t have much time to freshen up, due to scheduling constraints causing your next date to begin directly after the one you had with Johnny. You supposed that was what happened when a fourth man was thrown in to cause a dramatic twist of events.

Grumbling to yourself, you knew you had dismissed Jay before he had even appeared. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most levelheaded way to go about serial dating,but you had to draw the line somewhere. After watching the first season, you were certain that Jay considered his appearance in the second round of dates to be beneficial to his competition standing. He had gone through the motions before, learned the My Idol system, and had even almost won.

The only hitch to his plan would be that he hadn’t learned you.

You were the unknown in the equation.

You weren’t sure why he had been brought back. Whether to ruin your season out of spite or because he truly did want a second chance at love seemed to consume you. How were you supposed to have fun with someone who was either out to destroy your experience or had so passionately loved someone else in your position? It was an awkward situation you were not looking forward to facing.

But there was already a fifty percent chance that said awkward situation was already standing on your doorstep.

You were busy filling the vase in your kitchen when a loud knock echoed across your apartment. Heaving a sigh, you slid the flowers into the glass decanter and fluffed them out a bit.

The knocking continued a bit more fervently as you adjusted the bouquet on your counter and slid down the hallway. Opening the door, you heaved a deep sigh before shaking your head.

“Don’t you have an actual home? Like one you pay to live in?” you grumbled, scooting to the side as Yoongi shouldered his way through the entryway.

“Yes, but I can get free food here,” he grinned, hardly pausing as he popped off his shoes and continued down the hallway.

“No, the food is not free,” you croaked. “I pay for the food, Yoongi.”

“Which means, I do not,” he continued, glancing over his shoulder. “Meaning it is free...to me.”

“You know, I have a date showing up at any minute,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“Am I going to get a speech about how I shouldn’t be here?” he asked, lifting his brows. “Because I haven’t gotten one in a few days and frankly, I’m having withdrawals.”

“You’re going to become more familiar with my closet than I am if you keep showing up on filming days,” you muttered.

“Maybe I can organize it for you,” he chuckled. “Instead of just sitting on the giant mound of clothes you have thrown in the middle.”

“Those are clean clothes,” you pouted. “Or at least they were before you wallowed in them.”

“Because I’m obviously a contamination risk to your pile of jeans,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “If anything, you shouldn’t wash them. You should treasure them. For MIn Yoongi has bestowed his valuable touch onto them.”

“Alright Midas,” you sighed, shaking your head. “If you think you’re doing me such a favor, why don’t you go ahead and assume your hiding spot. Like I said, my date is going to start-”

“Look, I’m here for you,” he nodded. “Being a friend, support and stuff, and maybe if you wanted to kiss a little bit-”

Just as the words began to leave his mouth, a buzz signaled at the talk box near your door. You furrowed your brows as you glanced to it. Normally it would only signal food delivery or unknown guests. By now, the My Idol crew had learned to navigate around it and simply punched in a code to get into your building. You looked over to Yoongi, who simply shrugged. Cautiously, you pressed the button, and leaned forward to speak.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Can you let me in?” a muffled voice asked.

You shot another look at Yoongi who had paused on his journey to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, but who is this?” you countered.

“Your date,” the voice chuckled. Your face contorted as you stared at the box. The tone was relatively deep, but was it really deep enough to be Yongguk? You titled your head to the side as you pondered.

“How do I know you aren’t some psychopath, My Idol super fan shown up to kill me?” you asked, warranting an encouraging nod from Yoongi. Without moving a muscle, he had somehow managed to find a bag of chips and had begun shoving them into his mouth.

“Look, Sweaty and Armpit ain’t getting out of the vehicle and refused to give me the code,” the man sighed.

Definitely not Yongguk.

“We have a pretty rocky history and I would really just appreciate it if you-”

“I’m on my way down,” you muttered, shaking your head.

He didn’t need to know your code.

After instructing Yoongi not to eat the entirety of your pantry and to keep the television volume relatively low while he watched dramas, you scootered toward the elevator. Heaving a sigh, you slammed at the button that would bring you to the lobby and waited in anticipation for the doors to creak open.

Glancing past the service desk and to the glass doors that served as an entrance to the building, you saw Jay Park.

A very perturbed, wet Jay Park.

“Oh no,” you hissed, pushing off on your scooter with immense speed. Jay ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw beginning to tighten as you approached.

“I’m so so sorry,” you whispered, yanking open the door as he stepped inside. “I didn’t know it was raining and you didn’t say anything so-”

“I hadn’t gotten that part out yet,” he muttered, shaking his hair as if he were a wet dog. “I was too busy getting past the part where I didn’t have the damn code...

...oh and that I wasn’t a psychopath determined to kill you.”

He lowered his gaze as he surveyed you, keeping his face cocked to the side as he continued to shake off various damp body parts.

“Damn mommy, I didn’t know someone could make a scooter look so hot,” he grinned, his eyes wicked.

You tried not to melt in your spot and succumb to the preprepared lines you were sure he had crafted on the drive over. You had had multiple discussions with yourself after the first voting special. You would not let your sensitivities grow weak in his hands.

You opened your mouth, only to close it again. Unsure of how to respond to his advances, you chose to ignore them completely.

“So, I hope the weather doesn’t ruin our plans?” you asked, adjusting your focus from him and to the rain pouring outside.

“Only if you’re made of sugar,” he grinned. “Which if you told me you were-”

“Why don’t we get going then,” you nodded. “Wouldn’t want to keep...what did you call them earlier?”

“Sweaty and Armpit,” Jay grinned. “But of course I’d never say it to them. Too scared they would eat me.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, looking him over. “I don’t think you’d be very appetizing.”

Jay’s eyes grew wide as you scooted past. You attempted to keep a grin from finding it’s way onto your face, but had difficulty with the battle.

“Damn,” Jay clucked, trailing behind you. “Little savage ass.”

The wind and rain gently rocked the My Idol SUV as you sped down the streets of Seoul. Glancing out the window, you attempted to keep your focus on the scenery whizzing by, but kept finding your eyes lingering toward your date for the evening. It was difficult not to look at him, considering a) he constantly had his eyes bored into you, and b) he was an otherworldly handsome. You didn’t want to admit it, but it was almost as if he glowed in person. He was so eerily good looking that you felt it was a disservice to yourself and the audience of My Idol not to look at him.

“Like what you see?” he whispered after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours surveying him. You immediately looked away and attempted to swallow.

It wouldn’t have been so difficult if your mouth wasn’t so dry.

“It’s okay,” you hummed, shooting him with a bored expression.

He smirked to himself as he nodded. “I’ll take it.”

“Can I ask where we’re going?” you asked, looking toward him again. You felt as if with every glance you stole, you would have to pay for it in some way. Whether it was a cocky expression or a slick comment, your attention wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Sure,” he nodded, keeping his face serene as he waited.

“Okay...” you trailed. “Where...where are we going then?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned, choosing to focus his attention on something outside of the window.

“But...but you said -” you began, furrowing your brows.

“I said you could ask,” he nodded. “Never said I would answer.”

The camera man you had assigned the nickname of Sweaty rolled his eyes while Armpit snorted.

Okay, so maybe giving in to Jay’s nicknames wasn’t exactly the kindest thing to do.

But damn, were they accurate.

“Trying to be mysterious?” you asked. “Better be a good reveal then.”

Jay’s cheeks turned pink as he looked back to you and nodded silently. Taken off guard for a moment, you watched him, unsure how to take in the small differences of the Jay you were meeting and the Jay you had seen on Season One. While he still had an unlimited amount of lines, he was much calmer than you anticipated, a bit more reserved.

Careful, even.

“It’s not THAT extravagant,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact.

“THE Jay Park didn’t plan something extravagant?” you chuckled. “I refuse to believe it.”

“Believe it or not,” he sighed, glaring at you for a moment. “I don’t have to be flashy to impress a girl.”

“Could have fooled me,” you hummed. “I watched last season, I-”

“Don’t get it twisted,” he hurried, shaking his head. “The Jay Park you saw after editing is not and will never be the Jay Park you are with today, got it?”

“Right,” you nodded, surprised by his defensiveness. “Right, I get it.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not this asshole everybody makes me out to be,” he muttered. He looked moodily from you and back to the window.

Armpit snorted again, causing Jay’s ears to turn a dark shade of red.

“I’m a chill dude,” he said quietly. “And I would appreciate it if you could at least give me a chance before condemning me.”

You felt your neck grow hot with embaressment as you avoided his eye contact. He knew exactly what you had been thinking as soon as you had stepped foot in that lobby. Before you had entered the lobby even. He knew he was at a disadvantage and was realizing that you weren’t necessarily going to be the easiest to convince.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, finally chancing a look at him.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetness,” he sighed. “Just give me a shot.”

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My Idol 2: Part Eighteen

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“Hello,” you said calmly, swallowing what little saliva you still had in your mouth. You were unsure if it was fear or general dehydration making it near impossible to speak, but you kept your eyes focused. If you acted like everything was normal, surely it would be perceived as such.

“Everything okay?” he said softly, reaching forward and taking your hand in his. He rubbed his finger softly along your palm and furrowed his brows. “You look upset.”

He had penetrated your facade so easily. Surely he could feel your self created tension as you stood before him. Ignoring the urge to wince, you cracked a small smile and shook your head instead. “Why would I be upset?”

“Hopefully you wouldn’t be,” he grinned. “Not when I’m picking you up for a date.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, attempting to completely indulge yourself in this moment. Maybe if you deluded your mind into believing this was yet another eventful leap into a My Idol date, you could forget about the secret you were trying to mask between your winter coats. Yoongi was not hiding in your closet right now. Nope, he was perfectly safe in his stuffy, little, dark studio.

Except he wasn’t.

“What’s the plan for today?” you hissed through clenched teeth. You had to get out of there. Your ears perked with paranoia as you swore you heard a shift in the floorboards behind you. Choosing to keep your eyes forward, you cocked your head toward your date.

“First,” he grinned, revealing a hand you hadn’t realized he was hiding behind his back. “This.”

You let out a relieved sigh at his lack of validation of anyone appearing behind you. Glancing down, you noted the baby pink and light blue fabric spilling over his arm. Taken aback, you tilted your head before glancing back up toward his handsome face.

“Couples outfits,” he offered with an encouraging nod. He began to chew his lip nervously as you remained unmoving. “...Or is that not something we should do?”

“Oh no,” you gasped, taking the garment from his grasp. You shook your head quickly in an attempt to cure his pout. “It’s definitely something we should do.”

“Really?” he whispered, his smile finding his lips once again. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Not at all,” you hummed. Secretly you thought it was a little much, but at this point you would do anything to bring the smile back to his face and get away from your apartment. He was so soft, sometimes you had to remind yourself not to be so rough around the edges. Even if you were mentally dealing with a crisis, he could pick up on it immediately.

A relationship took effort on both sides after all.

Fluffing out the fabric, you couldn’t help but chuckle as you took the image in. It was similar to the pastel sweatshirt that he was wearing, but slightly altered. While both items had one pink arm and one blue arm, the collar of his was blue, while yours was pink. A blue “x” stood prominently on the right chest of his, while yours had a more delicate “x” designated in pink.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked quietly, trying to gage your reaction.

“Because you are honestly the cutest human being on the planet, and I have no other idea of how to cope,” you whispered, looking back up at him.

His smile grew so large, it was difficult to even think of him with a different expression. Couples outfits were kitschy and something you normally would scoff over, but that was before you actually had someone to share one with. In this very moment, the simple idea of wearing a matching outfit with a boy you were going on a date with sent your stomach fluttering.

Or maybe...it was just Wonho.

Only time would tell.

“Look at us,” you grinned, scooting along side Wonho’s thick frame. “We’re nauseating.”

“In the best way,” he laughed. “I’m not sure if you’re dying inside or incapable of handling the cute factor. Personally I like to think it’s the latter.”

“What an optimistic boy,” you hummed. “I like that about you.”

“Kihyunnie says I should be more realistic,” Wonho sighed. “But it’s easier this way, I think. I’m not so burdened down with the melancholy realities of life.”

Your eyebrows shot in the air at his words. “Sometimes when you’re in situations like this...I guess it’s easy to forget that sad times will inevitably exist.”

“And if your an optimist, you can conveniently forget they exist at all,” he chuckled. “If only it worked that way, right?”

“We’d all be much happier,” you nodded. “Maybe not as experienced, but happier.”

“Who says we wouldn’t be experienced?” he asked. “It doesn’t take hardships in life to be experienced.”

“Maybe more well rounded then,” you sighed. “If you’ve only ever know happy times, how could you possibly know the difference between the two? At least this way, we can appreciate the happy outcomes even more because we knew the negative outcome was possible.”

“Fine,” Wonho grinned. “Then I guess this was the long way of telling me that you’re actually dying inside.”

“Nope,” you hummed, sticking your tongue out at him. “It was the long way of telling you that even if I hated these sweaters, the fact that you actually went out and got us couple’s outfits makes me...feel things.”

Wonho’s cheeks grew pink with your words. “What do you mean by that?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you on our third date,” you chuckled with a wink. “Feelings are dangerous, Wonho.”

“I like them,” he smirked. “You should tell me all about them in detail...but first, I think we’re here.”

“We’re where exactly?” you asked, glancing up for the first time. You had been so enamored with your conversation that you had completely ignored where your date had led you. You hadn’t been walking very far, or it seemed as if you hadn’t.

“I thought I’d redeem myself,” he nodded. “And pick a date that had little to no physical activity involved.”

“Wonho,” you groaned. “For the hundredth time, what happened-”

“Wasn’t my fault,” he mimicked. “Yeah, sure, right.”

“When are you going to take those words to heart?” you grumbled.

“As soon as I rectify the situation,” he smiled.

“There is nothing to rectify!” you argued. “I am responsible for injuring myself. It was dumb and I didn’t follow the proper safety procedures and-”

“I should’ve known better than to take you there for a date,” he countered. “I saw Johnny’s date. You were already injured. I should’ve scrapped it and taken you to a cafe or-”

“Your guilty conscience is just incredible,” you muttered. “Would it make you feel better if I actually said it was your fault?”

“Well...no,” he pouted. “Probably worse to be honest.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “So it wasn’t your fault and you should recognize that.”

“Okay,” he whined. “It wasn’t my fault...but it wasn’t yours either.”

“We were victims of fate,” you nodded again. “Glad we could finally come to this agreement.”

“Even though it was still a little, smidge bit of my fault,” he whispered quickly. “Which is why...today...we’re....

taking a cooking class!”

“Oh!” you whispered looking up at the advertisement and narrowing your eyes. Sure enough, the swinging sign was emblazoned with the words “Cooking 101.”

“So, I thought of the obvious implications of danger,” he explained. “You burning yourself, you setting yourself on fire, you -”

“I’m not going to set myself on fire...” you grumbled.

“You don’t have the best luck or coordination,” he chuckled. “And that’s putting it kindly.”

“I liked you more when you were talking about your guilty conscience...” you muttered.

Wonho cracked a large grin before choosing to completely ignore you. “But I have faith that I can protect you this time.”

“I’ve cooked before,” you hissed. “I know the implications of cooking...and surprisingly, have not set myself aflame as of yet.”

“The class is two hours,” he continued. “We learn how to make two dishes and get to eat what we made.”

“You know the way to my heart,” you nodded. “What are we making?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Wonho opened the door to the storefront and helped you navigate your way inside with your scooter. You both squeezed your way into the small elevator near the door and rode it to the fifth floor where the cooking class was being held.

“Wonho,” you whispered after emerging from the elevator. “Are there...are there supposed to be other couples here?”

“Well...there were,” he nodded, biting his lip. He glanced up at you through his lashes before a small smile appeared. “But uh...I kind of bought out the class.”

“You what?” you coughed, glancing around at the empty stations. Your eyes finally rested on the one countertop prepared to be worked at and the smiling instructor beside it.

“You must be our married couple!” she gasped. “I’m so happy the two of you decided on a staycation for your honeymoon. There are just so many things to do in Seoul that people who live here seem to forget!”

“Oh,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “We’re not-”

“We’re not ones to forget how wonderful our city is,” Wonho chuckled, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist. His lips found your ear as they began to whisper. “The honeymoon package came with the most benefits. Please just bear with me.”

“It’s just a shame that I had to break my ankle before the ceremony,” you clucked. You were completely enthralled by the idea of an idol fibbing to get extra benefits and not just naturally receiving them.

“So what are you two filming?” the instructor asked. “Is this for your wedding video?”

The camera men snorted as they readjusted their equipment.

“Yep, hope to show the kids someday,” Wonho nodded. You let out a loud squeak in surprise as he began to rub your back. “So what are we cooking?”

“On today’s menu,” the instructor continued seamlessly. “We are making Dakbokkeum Tang and Japchae.”

“Ah,” Wonho nodded. “So no ramen?”

“I’m afraid that’s a class for another day,” she chuckled. “Now let me grab you two some aprons and we can get started.”

After donning your matching, floral aprons, your class had begun. Between fits of laughter and immense amounts of skin ship, the two of you had somehow managed to get a fairly edible meal out of the experience. Granted, your instructor was incredibly talented and was able to salvage many of your mistakes, you were really enjoying your time.

It was refreshing to spend a date with Wonho in a stress free atmosphere. Reminiscent of your shared moments on the curbside in front of the convenience store, you felt like you were once again seeing the man you had so wanted a second chance for. He was open and raw, unforgivingly himself in every sense of the phrase. He was a giggling mess who blushed too much and pouted too often, but you were completely enthralled. You hadn’t known a man of such brawn to ever have emotions so soft.

As you cooked, he insisted on wrapping his arms around you to perform any small motion, keeping his chest firmly flush to your back. You had originally anticipated the experience to be difficult considering you were navigating a scooter along with spoons and whisks, but you had worked fluidly, especially where Wonho was concerned. Your face may have been stained with a permanent expression of bewilderment and a heat that had never left your neck, but you were managing.

You hadn’t set yourself on fire, but Wonho surely did.

As you had finished plating the last of your food, you felt him place a sneakily light kiss on the back of your neck before snaking around you and beginning to wipe at the counter innocently. You bit your lip with immense pressure in an attempt to to keep yourself calm. He was completely ridiculous in the extent in which he allowed his affections to wash over you, but you weren’t exactly upset with it. You had never went on a date with someone who had such a focused love language before.

“Are you two ready to taste your creations?” the instructor asked with a wide grin.

“Shouldn’t we help clean up first?” you sighed, glancing wearily from Wonho’s biceps and to the counter before you. “We’ve thoroughly made a mess of your station.”

“That’s part of the job,” she laughed. “And don’t worry about it. You two have a whole lifetime to wash dishes.”

“Thank you,” Wonho hummed with a small bow. “So should I move the food to...some of the cafe tables set up over-”

“Oh no,” the instructor chuckled. “You aren’t eating here. We have a special spot for our honeymooners.”

“Oh,” you hummed, looking to Wonho. “Well, glad we got married then.”

Wonho grinned and shook his head as he tried to keep himself from laughing. “Yes, babe. Definitely the right decision.”

The instructor gave you a side eye before taking the tray with your food out of the room. She tilted her head, beckoning you to follow as you gripped your scooter, entering the small elevator once again. After a few short moments of polite silence, you reemerged on what appeared to be the highest floor of the building.

“Now, we have some complimentary takju, made in house by our owner,” the instructor nodded as she set the food down on a cafe table. Scooting along behind her, your breath caught in your throat as you finally saw the view you were seated before. The whole city was laid out before you, a sunset highlighting the skyline. “And when you two are ready, I have some small desserts prepared as well.”

“Oh wow,” you gasped. “Thank you...so much.”

Wonho looked up sheepishly and made eye contact briefly with the instructor before glancing down at his shoes. “This is all...so much. Thank you for your hospitality...but I have to confess...we aren’t honeymooners.”

“Of course you aren’t,” the instructor chuckled, smacking him lightly on the bicep. “Anyone could have guessed that when they saw what your date’s expression was whenever you mentioned having children.”

Your jaw slid open in mild shock as you looked back and forth from the instructor and to Wonho.

“Enjoy your meal,” she smiled knowingly.

“I...well, thank you!” Wonho called, his eyes also wide after the exchange. He shook his head for a moment before moving to stand in front of you. Taking both of your hands into only one of his, he slid the scooter away from you, and helped ease you to sit in one of the chairs provided. Landing with a plop, you waited patiently for him to seat himself as well before glancing back up to evaluate the scenery.

“Wonho,” you whispered, hardly believing the colors painting the evening sky. “This is wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful,” he nodded. “So it’s deserved.”

“How do you know?” you asked, tilting your head. “This is only our second date.”

“I know what I’ve experienced,” he said quietly. “Your words are soft and kind.”

“But can’t words be spun to sound soft and kind?” you asked with a mischievous smile. “Maybe I’m only making you believe I’m that way.”

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I can see it. You treat each musician differently. You tailor your interaction for us...and you’re always so gentle with me. Why is that?”

“Because you’re each different people,” you sighed. “Why would I treat you all the same?”

“Because so many people do,” he said honestly. “We’re all idols. A dime a dozen.”

Your eyes flickered down to your plate, dismayed by his words. He always seemed to catch you off guard by the things he said. He liked to pretend like he was eternally positive, but his mind buzzed with self-condemning thoughts, it was hard to realize sometimes.

“You aren’t a dime a dozen,” you said softly. “None of you are replaceable. It’s silly to think that.”

“It’s the industry,” he sighed. “It’s the reality.”

“What happened to not being a realist?” you smiled gently.

Wonho looked down to his hands, an embarrassed grin on his lips. “I guess it sneaks up on me sometimes.”

“Don’t let it,” you whispered. Reaching over, you set your hand palm up on the middle of the table, waiting for him to grasp it. He glanced over, obediently sliding his fingers into yours.

“But if I didn’t...I’d have myself fooled into believing I’ll win this whole thing,” he continued quietly.

“Who says you can’t?” you asked. “Not saying I have any bias here, but there are only four of you. You have a 25% chance. Those are pretty good odds, considering.”

“Hyungwonnie does have me getting to the final two in his My Idol brackets...” he muttered, scrunching his eyebrows.

“...he doesn’t have you winning the whole thing?” you chuckled. “Your members are so supportive.”

“Well, even I had ten dollars on Yongguk when I found out the cast,” Wonho grinned. “But you’re right, I have pretty good odds...so maybe I’ll be an optimist for this one.”

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My Idol 2: Part Nine

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It was much too bright to see the stars in Seoul when you were perched directly beneath the unforgiving light of a streetlamp. The upside to the situation was that you didn’t need the stars hanging in the sky when you had the brightest one sitting beside you. Wonho simply radiated beauty, his skin illuminated by the harsh lighting. Puffing out your cheeks, you exhaled with a small smile as your breath turned to a cloud of vapor. The chill in the air was enough to simulate a dragon effect as you continued to breath, finally glancing up at Wonho as he began to laugh at you.

“It’s getting cold, isn’t it?” he hummed, setting his steaming bowl of ramen on the curbside beside him. He stretched his arms upward before shimmying out of the coat he had on over his sweater. He set it lightly across your shoulders before picking up his noodles again.

“Wonho,” you sighed. “Why are you like this?”

“Uh, what?” he choked, mid-slurp through a mouthful of ramen.

“You’re too good,” you groaned. “Too pure. Too sweet.”

He glanced up at you, his expression was one of confusion as he finished chewing. “Is...is that not a good thing?”

“It’s a very good thing,” you whined. “But it makes my life so much more difficult.”

“Uh...I’ll um...try to do...better?” he winced, unsure of how he should respond.

You shifted your sore leg with a sigh, hesitantly reaching over to grab your set of chopsticks in the shared bowl of noodles Wonho held.

“Can I ask you something?” you said quietly, stirring the food around a bit. The question wasn’t one you cared to verbalize, but figured it would have to be addressed at some point.

“I’m not here to further my career, Y/N,” he said promptly with a small nod. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his rapid response to an inquiry you hadn’t even asked.

“While that is comforting, it’s a different question,” you laughed.

“Oh,” he grinned, the tips of his ears become red with embaressment. “Well...yeah, of course it is.”

“So...I wanted to ask...you know...while there aren’t any cameras around,” you hummed, glancing away from him. He was looking at you expectantly, his face placid and pleasant. It was as if you were talking to a puppy.

“That sounds...not good,” he whispered, looking toward his lap. He played nervously with his fingers, a small tick that made your heart ache. Without putting much thought into your action, you reached over and pulled his strong hands into yours, letting them rest on his knee as you gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I just...I have to know something,” you nodded, trying to be as direct as possible. “Before I joined the show, I obviously watched the first season...”

Wonho’s face grew grim with your words, but he nodded calmly, certain of what you were about to ask this time.

“I assume you did as well. At least if you didn’t see it while it was airing, you most certainly did before actually joining the second season,” you continued. “So, my question...Jooheon was a finalist last year...and well, he lit a lot of things on fire.”

“My question, Wonho,” you nodded. “What is your opinion on the scandals he caused? About everything he did? And I guess more importantly...are you here to clean up his mess?”

Wonho gulped as he set down the ramen again. His body remained still as his eyes bounced from one miscellaneous item in the parking area to another. “That’s...that’s a big question.”

“I know,” you whispered. “And I’m sorry to bring it up...but I didn’t know if we’d get a chance again...at least one without a camera.”

“Right,” he nodded. “No, yeah, I totally get it...and I’ll do my best to answer.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. He looked up at you through his lashes before sighing.

“I love Jooheon,” he hummed. “My members are my brothers. And just like with any family...we don’t always approve of each other’s decisions or methods of handling a situation. Jooheon is extremely passionate. He cared so much for that girl and when he wasn’t chosen...he was crushed. That didn’t make what he did okay though. There were plenty of ways he could have handled it...he created controversy, but a lot of it was him simply following the directions of the My Idol crew. If it’s one thing Jooheon is good at doing, it’s following direction, especially if it guarantees him to win a situation. He was told that he was the main contender, he was going to walk away as the winner...I think it was his pride that made him act the way he did...his pride trying to mask that he had a broken heart.”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to close it again.

“And he thought she deserved to know,” he continued. “She deserved to know the flaws in the system because she had no clue. Could he have done it differently? Sure. But in the end, he was the only idol to be truly honest with her. And he still supports her and the relationship she is in to this very day...

...now as for me...I’m his friend, his group-mate, one of his six confidants. It’s not my job to pick up the mess he created here. He didn’t create a mess with you, Y/N, so what do I have to prove?”

You lifted your brows, amazed by his honesty, and judging by the look on his face, he had surprised himself as well.

“Sure, when Monsta X is associated with My Idol, there’s some room for a little bit of clean up,” he chuckled. “But it’s over. That chapter of My Idol and Monsta X’s television appearances is over. This is me. This is us. This is now.”

“Okay,” you said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

“Good answer?” he grinned.

“Great answer,” you whispered, with a small nod. You glanced to your foot, now throbbing with a new pain you weren’t familiar with. You winced as you attempted to readjust it again.

You let go of Wonho’s hands and tried to pull your limb in toward your body, letting out a groan as you did so.

“Are you okay?” he gasped, immediately springing forward to hover above your wrapped ankle.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, continuing to slowly slide it.

“Let me help,” he hummed, his hands already beginning to peel back the layers of bandages. He worked methodically to unravel your leg, looking up in immense horror as you would hiss in pain. “I’m taking off your sock.”

“Okay,” you whispered, your emotions somewhere between discomfort and nausea. Closing your eyes, you mentally prepared for the cold breeze to hit your skin. Instead of the winter air, you felt an intense pain radiate up your leg.

“Shit,” he croaked, sliding off your sock with a swift motion.

Opening your eyes slowly, you chanced a look toward your foot, immediately feeling sick to your stomach as you saw the discoloration.

“It’s okay, right?” Wonho whispered, his voice not so convincingly hiding his emotion. He gazed up at you, his eyes obviously brimming with tears. “Like, is that color is normal for a sprain?”

“I don’t know,” you whined, tilting it the best you could to get full view of the swelling. “Wonho, this doesn’t look good.”

“Okay, so there’s no way you’ll be able to walk on this,” he nodded, swallowing the tears he had remaining. He knew he was going to have to be the strong one in this situation. “Put the hospital address into your phone and give me directions. I’m carrying you.”

“You are doing no such thing!” you gasped. “It’s way too far!”

“It really isn-” he began, only to be cut off by the sound of footsteps.

“There you are!” one of the camera men gasped as he rounded the corner. “We don’t have enough footage to finish the episode! And there’s a punishment and- why does your foot look like that?!”

The second camera man came wheezing behind him. You were unsure if his face was red with anger or from lack of oxygen. Initially, he glared at you before his eyes panned down your body, resting on your ankle. “Shit kid, we have to get you to a doctor.”

You slumped against the window of the My Idol SUV, attempting to get comfortable with the limited amount of leg space.

“Nervous?” one of the camera man said casually, giving you a side eye as the vehicle began to slow.

“Hardly,” you muttered. You were on edge today and the intense pain radiating through your body probably wasn’t helping things.

“It’s getting down to the wire,” he continued, shifting his equipment as the car halted. “Three dates left.”

“Why do you care?” you huffed, turning to him.

He narrowed his eyes as he shifted as well to look at you more directly. “Contrary to popular belief, as part of the crew, we are mildly interested in your well being. Last season’s contestant was a pain too, but we still liked her. She went through a lot of shit, but she could hide it.” He glanced down at your leg and your still bandaged wrist. “You on the other hand.”

“Do I sense...worry?” you asked, lifting your brows. For a moment, the camera men had surprised you. You never expected for them to ever care about you.

“If you fall off a cliff, we lose a paycheck,” he sighed. “So sure, if that’s what you want to construe it as.”

And there it was.

You rolled your eyes and gripped the handle of the SUV. “You guys suck.”

You hopped down on your good foot and reached back into the vehicle to retrieve your crutches. Sighing, you looked down at your ankle, cursing quietly.

Your full body weight being pulled in the opposite direction of your foot had definitely been enough to fracture your ankle after all. You had been hoping for the best as Wonho had sat beside you in the Emergency Room, his face near green with nerves. Unsure if he would start crying or vomiting, you had patted his back gently as he remained silent.

When the doctors had come back with the findings from your x-ray, you were certain he would pass out. You, on the other hand, were almost at peace with the inevitable prognosis.

You could have gotten along without the bulky cast though.

Wonho had felt terrible. If you had a dollar for every instance in which he said “I’m Sorry” on the ride home, you wouldn’t have to worry about making rent that month. You attempted to comfort him, insisting that none of this was his fault, and apparently My Idol brought out the clumsiness in you. He refused to listen though, carrying you to your apartment door once everything was said and done. You left him with a small kiss on the cheek and hope to redeem himself next time.

But for now, you had more dates to attend to.

Hobbling away from the My Idol SUV was no small undertaking. Tucking your crutches, beneath your arms, you shuffled toward a small opening in the trees. You had been dropped off in what could only be described as the middle of no where. The crisp, winter air cut through your body and you tried not to shiver, hoping the shaking wouldn’t make it down your bones and to your injured foot.

“Where in the hell are we?” you grumbled, attempting to bury your chin in the scarf you had wrapped around your neck. Both camera men shrugged, looking back at you blankly. “Why do I even bother asking at this point?”

The crew had parked in a large clearing, outlined by a thick line of trees on one side. You shuffled along the brush and brambles, the only possible route to take considering you had yet to see your date. He had to be somewhere past the intense amounts of nature you were surrounded by.

You kept your eyes toward the ground as you moved, hoping to avoid any possible trouble that would cause any further injury. As your eyes stayed locked on putting one foot before the other, you hardly noticed as you cleared the trees. Admittedly, you hardly noticed anything until you saw a pair of shoes appear in your field of vision.

Looking up slowly, you tried to take in the towering form before you in increments. His shoes were untied, but incredibly clean. His jeans were ripped tastefully and belted around his narrow waist. Stuffed into his pants was a shirt that was at least three sizes too large for his lanky frame, but he had tossed a coat and scarf atop of it. Above the scarf sat a beaming smile, strong jawline, and lusciously disheveled hair.

“Damn, you look like hell,” he chuckled, shaking his head as you limped toward him.

“Well, thanks,” you hissed with a glare. “I’m going to go ahead and get back in the car now. See you later.”

You attempted to turn, but he angled himself in front of you, making it difficult to accomplish the task.

“Agh, I’m sorry,” he groaned. “Sometimes I stay stuff that I fully intend to keep in my head. It’s really an affliction at this point. What I meant to say was, oh my gosh, your cast is so cute, where’d you get it?”

Blinking up at him, you remained unamused. He grimaced and finally gave a short bow. “I’m Day6′s Jae and I’m really, very sorry for my existence right now.”

“Y/N,” you muttered. “And don’t be sorry. I know I’m damaged goods.”

“You said it,” he chuckled. “Not me. Just for the record.”

Against your better judgement you let a smirk begin to tug at the corners of your lips.

“There we go, laugh at my poor attempts at humor,” he grinned. “You know you want to. Come on, let it out.”

You let out a small chuckle, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as best you could considering you were teetering on crutches.

“Where are we?” you managed, glancing past Jae and to the gorgeous winter scenery behind him.

“Pfft, where are we?” he gasped. “You don’t know?!”

“No,” you said simply.

“Me either,” he smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I have to be honest. I googled ‘Best Winter Dates in Seoul’ and picked from a list on CNN’s Travel site...

I am really, really, bad at this.”

You pointed down to your cast and grinned, “Apparently, I am too.”

“The blind leading the blind, I like it!” he chirped. “Just call us Stevie and Ray.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, hardly believing the things coming out of his mouth.

“Right, so, where are we?” he nodded, spinning toward what appeared to be a frozen pond.

“What does CNN have in mind when thinking of winter romance?” you sighed, shaking the previous conversation from your thoughts.

“I know this is going to seem a little too obvious,” he nodded, placing his hands on his hips as he glanced toward you. He stuck his chest out with confidence as he spoke his next words. “Ice fishing.”

“Ice...ice fishing?” you stuttered. After a moment of him staring at you, you immediately burst into laughter. “Oh! You’re joking.”

His smile began to slide from his face and his cheeks grew a bright red. “Uh...actually...not so much.”

“We’re...we’re seriously ice fishing?” you asked.

“It involves limited movement,” he said quietly. “I watched the last episode. I know things.”

“It’s so cold though,” you argued. “Granted I thought for a moment that you were about to say ice skating, so I guess this is better.”

“Much better!” he nodded enthusiastically. “Have you ever been ice fishing before?”

You remained silent as your eyes spoke all of the answer he needed to know.

“Right, judging by your reaction, apparently not,” he chuckled. “Believe me, I’m not one to go outside much, so the allure of this idea shocked me as well.”

“So...you aren’t even an outdoorsy type?” you asked, already soured by this idea.

“I’ve gone out doors before,” he nodded. “And I watched a few youtube videos-”

“Okay, I’m really getting back in the car now,” you nodded, beginning to turn again.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” Jae repeated, wielding his tall frame to hinder your escape. “Just trust me on this, okay?”

“No offense,” you hummed. “But I’m running low on trust these days. I don’t have many limbs left.”

“The thickness of the ice has been tested,” he urged. “It’s completely safe. You see that little blanket pallet right on the water’s edge? We just sit there, and wait for fish or something, I don’t know, the guy in the video was from Busan and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what some of the words meant, but I really think it’ll be fun.”

“Jae,” you hummed, shaking your head. You weren’t sure if you even knew him well enough to use his name as part of an argument yet, but at this point you didn’t care. You weren’t in the market for any more injury, and trusting a man you just met made you incredibly uneasy.

“Please,” he whispered, biting his lip.

He was handsome, you could admit that. His eyes sat behind large, thick glasses, but you could still see them pleading behind the lenses. He knew what he was working with, and he planned on using it against you.

And unfortunately, you were falling victim to said plan.

You grumbled quietly to yourself, thinking you should have an immunity to good looking men built up by now.

“Alright, fine,” you groaned. “But if I fall into that water, I’m never going on another date ever again, and especially not with you.”

Jae chuckled, his smile more wide than it had ever been. “Deal.”

To Be Continued...

#wonho #shin hoseok #monsta x #jae #day6 #park jaehyung #jae park #day6 jae #min yoongi #bts #bangtan boys #suga #johnny seo #nct #nct 127 #dean #hyuk #mark tuan #got7 #got7 mark #yongguk #bap

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My Idol 2: Part Eight

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You furrowed your brows as one of the staff began to approach Wonho. Gnawing on his lip nervously, he surveyed the nearby foam pit with scrutiny. You could tell he was tense with nerves. Heaving a sigh, you shuffled over to him.

“I thought you said you’d protect me,” you teased, placing your arm lightly on his bicep. Maybe if you could lighten the mood, the grave expression would disappear from his face.

“The only person needing protecting right now is me,” he groaned.

“Wonho,” you chuckled. “It’s literally foam. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could miss the pit and fall to my death,” he whispered, his eyes glossing over.

“You realize pretty much everything in this building is padded, right?” you hummed. “There is literally zero possibility of you hurting yourself.”

“I want to believe you,” he nodded. “But I have this tiny voice in the back of my head, you know, it kind of sounds like Kihyun...reminding me that I have to die somehow, so why not this way?”

“So dramatic,” you chirped, trying to keep from rolling your eyes. “Would it help if I did it first? Show you there is nothing dangerous here?”

“No,” he pouted. “I can do it.”

You took the few, short steps toward the foam pit and grabbed at the thick rope one of the staff had been supporting. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

“Absolutely not!” he gasped, stomping toward you. “You’re already hurt, do you think I’m going to let you kill yourself?”

“This isn’t a matter of life and death,” you laughed, almost nose to nose with him at this point. “It’s a matter of swinging or letting go.”

“It’s my challenge,” Wonho nodded. “I’ll do it.”

“Surprisingly, seeing a grown man cry is not on my to do list for today,” you smiled. “I got this.”

“Y/N,” he said sternly, pulling the rope away from you.

“Wonho,” you argued, using his name as if it was the strongest ammunition you had.

“Give me the rope,” he whispered, looking you directly in the eyes. Leaning away from him, you felt as if you had swallowed your tongue. You hadn’t been expecting for such an intense look to be directed your way, especially given the situation. Letting go of the rope, you sidestepped away from his path, only to trip over your own feet and get wrapped in the same rope you had attempted to disconnect yourself from.

“Y/N!” Wonho shouted in horror as you began to tumble backward toward the foam pit, your ankle hanging in midair.

Feeling as if you were falling in slow motion, no noise escaped your lips as you plummeted downward. Your eyes darted around you, attempting to find anything solid to grab on to, anything that could delay your body from jerking away from your foot still held captive by the rope.

In theory, accidentally tripping into a foam pit doesn’t sound like a completely terrifying situation. In actuality though, most people who had experienced said situation were not hanging precariously by their ankle, left to only sink further within their cushiony prison and away from the body part they wanted to desperately free.

“Aghaugh,” you bellowed, time seemingly speeding up as you finally hit the pit, yanking your leg downward with your body weight. You instantly felt a stinging pain circulate through your ankle and radiate into your calf.

Shit.

“Y/N!” Wonho screeched, launching forward and jumping into the pit. Closing your eyes in pain, you tried to ignore the feeling of his strong hands beginning to work feverishly at the knot now wrapped around your leg. With a plop, your foot landed parallel to your body and you let out another moan.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, shuffling through the foam to grab you beneath the arms. He struggled against the foreign material as he pulled you as gently as he could back to the safety of solid ground. His hands were shaking as he sat you against the matted floor, visibly shaken by witnessing you nearly dislocate your foot from your body. “I should’ve listened to the tiny Kihyun in my head.”

“This Kihyun guy sounds like a bad time,” you winced. “I’m fine.”

“Not according to the sounds that came out of you when you fell,” Wonho croaked. You glanced up toward his face, noticing how visibly pale he had gotten. He shook his head as he leaned over you. “I was supposed to protect you. I said I would.”

“Can we get a medic!” one of the camera men called, his expression panicked. Your stomach flip flopped with the sound of his voice.

“Is it okay?” you whispered, attempting to lean up and see your limb for yourself.

“It’s swollen,” Wonho nodded. “I mean...it’s not sticking in any weird directions or bleeding...so that’s good, right?”

“Very good,” you smiled weakly, patting the anxious man on the arm. “See, I’ll be fine.”

“You still got hurt,” he muttered. “On my watch. And you were hurt already.”

“Right,” you clucked, lifting up your wrist to glance at it. “It’ll be fine.”

“What dates can you possibly go on now?” he pouted, shaking his head again. “I’m only the halfway point and I pretty much ruined the show for you. Oh my gosh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to rub your hand along his arm. “It’s okay, Hoseok.”

Wonho blinked rapidly for a moment, turning his face to look toward yours for the first time since this incident had began.

“Sorry, I know you prefer Wonho,” you said quietly.

“No,” he chuckled, looking away again. “I’m not upset. It’s just...I’ve never heard my name that way before.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, attempting to tilt your head from your position on the ground. “It’s pronounced Hoseok, right? Like...hoe...sook?”

“I don’t mean the pronunciation,” he giggled, a smile finally finding his face. “I mean...the way you said it. It made me actually prefer to hear “Hoseok” for once.”

“Alright Hoseok,” one of the camera men nodded, his tone unamused. “You failed the mission-”

“What do you mean?” you hissed, leaning forward. “I didn’t even let him complete the mission. Did you not see what just happened? You realize you just called over a medic, right?”

“You’re right,” the camera man sighed. “To be more specific, you failed the mission, Y/N.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you muttered, plopping back on the ground.

“Not to be rude,” Wonho said quietly. “But could you lay off?”

“Oh right, we’ll let you get back to making eyes at each other,” the camera man grumbled. “Break a girl’s leg and all you have to do is bat your eyelashes to get back in her good graces. I tell you, youth is wasted on the young.”

“And I tell you,” Wonho said slowly, speaking with a tone you hadn’t even recognized to be his. “To leave her alone.”

“Kids these days,” the camera man scoffed. Turning away from the two of you, he lumbered away, nearly throwing the boom mic at his fellow production crew member.

“Uh, I believe a medic was supposed to be coming?” the other cameraman said wearily. His eyes grew in size as he looked around nervously. “Can anyone help here? Uh...how about we take a five minute break? Five minute break everyone!”

Looking up from your bandaged ankle, you scoffed. “I’m an idiot.”

Wonho stood before you, his arms crossed. “You aren’t an idiot.”

You had both been sequestered in the break room of the indoor trampoline park, abandoned momentarily by all staff until they could figure out a game plan on how to salvage the episode. You adjusted your seated position on top of the giant storage freezer and sighed.

“I’m easily the biggest idiot I know. I can’t believe this.”

“Blame me before you blame yourself,” he sighed, glancing toward his feet. “If I wasn’t such a coward-”

“If you call yourself a coward one more time,” you grumbled. “I’m drop kicking you. Bum foot and all, so unless you want me hurting myself again-”

“Okay, okay,” Wonho murmured. “I’m not a coward...as long as you aren’t an idiot.”

“Quite the pair we make,” you chuckled. You looked up toward the ceiling, attempting to keep tears from bubbling over and streaming down your face. “You know, I never thought My Idol was going to be like this...I knew it was going to be an emotional rollercoaster, but this...this is a bit much.”

“Besides the whole...constantly injuring yourself thing, you seem to have yourself held together fairly well,” he nodded brightly. Reaching up, he cupped your face with his palm and rubbed his thumb calmly along your cheek. “You’re doing great.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, finally managing to capture all of your potential tears back into their ducts. You tilted your face back toward Wonho and sighed, not wanting to admit you enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand alongside your face. “You get to see the made for tv version of my life.”

“I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet,” he grinned, sliding his hand away. “But I’m here to see the behind the scenes version.”

“It’s pretty intense,” you muttered. “Especially now. I’m a mess with a lot of feelings.”

“Aren’t we all?” he chuckled. “I’ve cried publicly at least seven times this year.”

“You’ve had reason,” you nodded. “You’ve accomplished things. I’m just serial dating for the world to see.”

“It’s okay to feel a little pressure,” Wonho hummed. “Being in the public eye is honestly nerve wracking. I don’t think any amount of mental preparation can make it easy for you to handle...do you...do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what exactly?”

“Well, I don’t know. Minhyuk asks me if I want to talk about things when I’m upset and I just start spewing out all of these thoughts,” he said quietly, glancing away from you. “Talk about how the show makes you feel, how the other dates make you feel-”

“I can’t talk to my date about other guys,” you scoffed.

“Why not?” he asked, lifting his brows.

“Well...” you muttered, chewing on your lip. “Because that’s weird.”

“I’m weird,” he said simply.

“Thank you for the self made observation, but I’d like to spare you the details,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Who do you have to talk to about this type of stuff?” he asked, his face taking on an expression of concern.

“Does it matter?” you countered, lifting your brows.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he chuckled.

“Just drop it, Hoseok,” you groaned, tilting your face back toward the floor. Thinking about your My Idol experience thus far was exhausting, let alone rehashing it with one of the contestants.

“Well, I don’t like it when you say my name that way,” he muttered.

“Well, I don’t like it when you try to make me talk about my feelings,” you chuckled.

“One day you’ll want to talk about them,” he smiled. “Because if you don’t, you’re going to get all bottled up and then you’ll pop. Everyone will hear a tiny “pfft” and you’ll be gone.”

“Oh, so I’ll literally pop?” you asked, trying to keep a smile from appearing on your face. This man was utterly ridiculous.

But why were you enjoying his presence so thoroughly?

“Yep,” he nodded. “Happened to my cousin. He didn’t talk about his feelings. Ever. Until one day, I asked my aunt how he was and she said, ‘Oh, he popped.’“

“What a riveting story,” you giggled.

Wonho leaned down, allowing his eyes to be level with yours. “It’s not a story. It’s fact.”

“So you’re trying to save my life?” you whispered. His eyes were intoxicating. You had avoided looking into them for the better part of the day just so you wouldn’t feel so lost, but surprisingly, you weren’t feeling lost at all.

If anything, you felt as if you had been found.

Like someone was really looking at you for the first time.

Like someone really saw who you were.

“Well, I obviously couldn’t save you from the foam pit,” he said quietly. “So the least I can do is try to save you from yourself.”

“Where are you two going?” one of the My Idol crew shouted. Since your accident, production crew members swarmed the facility, all debating on what action should be taken in the situation.

You hobbled alongside Wonho, allowing for him to shoulder most of your body weight. His arm rested carefully around your back with his hand firmly gripping your waist. Holding onto his opposite hand for dear life, you looked up at the unfamiliar staff member and smiled. “Out.”

“What do you mean out?” she gasped. “You can’t go anywhere! We have more filming! You have a broken foot!”

“It’s a sprain,” you sighed. “And I believe we’re done filming for the day.”

“You’re-you’re done filming?” she stuttered, looking frantically around the room. “What do you mean you’re done filming? You two failed a mission, there’s a punishment and, and, and-”

“Oh, who cares about your failed mission,” Wonho grumbled, readjusting his grip on you in his arms. “We’re getting ramen.”

To Be Continued...

#wonho #shin hoseok #monsta x #min yoongi #bts #suga #bangtan boys #johnny #johnny seo #nct #dean #deantrbl #kwon hyuk #jae #jae park #day6 #yongguk #bap #bang yongguk #mark tuan #got7 #mark

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My Idol: Part Thirty

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Day 1:

“Honey...

HOney.

HONEY.”

Your eyes slowly came to terms with the light streaming into the room around you as Jooheon bounced happily atop of the mattress you were sleeping on.

“What time is it?” you croaked, running a tired hand across your face. You knew you looked less than desirable as Jooheon smiled down on you.

“Eight,” he nodded, giving a bounce as he spoke the numeral. “Time to wake up.”

“On what planet?” you groaned. “This is vacation, isn’t it? That means we sleep in.”

“Not when you have an action packed day full of fun!” he smiled, tilting his head back and forth as if he were a puppy.

“Ugh, why do you have to be like this?” you gasped, flopping over and burying your face deep into a pillow.

“It’s one of my many charms,” he chuckled, rubbing your back now that it was available to him. “C’mon honey, get up.”

“Jooheon,” you sighed, leaning around to peak at him from behind your blankets. “Why do you call me honey? I call you Heoney and that’s pretty similar, don’t you think?”

“Simple,” he nodded. “It’s because I’m a Heoney bee. Heoney bees love honey.”

Jooheon smiled to himself for a moment at his clever pun before his face went entirely blank. He began to laugh nervously before words began to spew from his mouth. “Not like I love you or anything yet. That takes a lot of work. Love that is. The big “L” word. Lovey love love...uh-”

“Jooheon,” you hummed, cutting him off. “I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you sighed. “Even if I am pretty lovable.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed. “You’d be more lovable if you got up.”

“So...like...if we end up pursuing a relationship, does that mean I always get woken up this early?” you muttered. “Because if the answer is yes, it could weigh heavily on my decision going forward.”

“Aigoo,” Jooheon chuckled. “Would you just get up already?”

“So...you are telling me...” you croaked, looking up at the building before you. “That you woke me up...to get an early start at the-”

“JEJU ISLAND’S TEDDY BEAR MUSEUM!” Jooheon grinned, flinging his hands in the air before you. You heard a snort behind you, signifying that Armpit or Sweaty found the situation to be fairly amusing. This caused you to groan and stomp your foot as if you were a small child.

“Lee Jooheon, what could possibly be so entertaining that could not wait another hour or two?” you gasped.

“Well, for starters,” he hummed, pulling a small brochure from his back pocket. You furrowed your brows, unsure of how he possibly got ahold of the flyer in the first place. “You can find out everything you ever wanted to know about teddy bears. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered-”

You lifted your brows as you watched Jooheon speak, not necessarily listening to his words, but watching his facial expressions and his mannerisms. He was generally a pretty emotive and physically expressive person, but in this moment, he was on his highest setting. He looked so completely enamored and engaged by the idea of learning about the history of teddy bears, that you couldn’t help but be thrilled as well.

Jooheon was funny in that way. In so many situations, you were easy to shy away or become disinterested, but you knew if he were to show any sort of interest, it would be near infectious. If Jooheon was excited, you would inevitably become excited as well.

But you would come to learn that you could immediately regret his excitement.

You had never seen so many stuffed bears in the entirety of your life. There were bears posed as famous pieces of art, bears posed as celebrities, and bears posed as historical figures. There were bears set in historical scenes, modern spaces, and even once set in a jurassic situation. You saw bears in dresses, bears in coveralls, and bears in suits. Some bears stood life size while others were taller than you.

Needless to say, by the time you arrived at the gift shop, you were teddy beared out.

“Which one?” Jooheon asked softly, eying up a small and squishy bear located on a shelf at eye level. “You can have any one you want.”

“Please,” you hummed, pushing your face into his shoulder. “No more.”

“When we’re driving away and you’re upset because you didn’t get a teddy bear from the Jeju Teddy Bear Museum, I don’t want to hear it,” Jooheon clucked, kissing the top of your head softly. You chuckled to yourself and leaned back, giving a soft slap to his shoulder.

“Fine, pick one for me,” you muttered.

“I pick him,” he nodded, grabbing at a particularly chubby bear. “He looks like he needs to be appreciated.”

“Mmm, you think?” you asked, tilting your head and taking the bear carefully into your hands. “You think he would be interested in becoming a contestant on My Idol?”

“I don’t know,” Jooheon chuckled, lifting his brows. “Would I have to surrender my spot in the finale to him?”

“That could be a possibility,” you grinned, elbowing your date. “What a plot twist that would be.”

“I can’t take any more plot twists to be honest,” he sighed. “I’m sick of showing up for a voting special and everything is on fire.”

After Jooheon had paid for your small and furry friend, you found yourselves both looking for some sort of sustenance. It didn’t take long for you to locate a cafe on your phone and have the My Idol SUV transport you to your desired location.

The two of you settled into a table at Cafe Two Weeks, a quaint, little restaurant you could easily spend a few weeks in exploring on your own. You were amazed by the hidden gems Jeju had to offer and how easy it was to stumble upon something simply beautiful that you wouldn’t have known about otherwise.

There were two floors of the cafe, with the second floor providing an exceptional view of the ocean. The seating you chose however, was placed in a secluded outdoor garden. It seemed to be the perfect place to get away from the bustling beaches and museums and simply relax for a few hours.

“Heoney,” you called, looking over your menu at the handsome man. You recalled the question you had posed only a few days ago to Jay and thought about posing it to Jooheon as well. “I have a question.”

“And I have an answer,” he smiled with a wink. “I can’t always confirm you’ll like my answers though.”

“I’m at peace with that,” you nodded. “As long as the answers are honest.”

“No promises,” he chuckled, looking down at his menu. You watched as his eyes scanned carefully over the words printed on the page. “What’s up?”

“Why My Idol?” you asked simply.

“I don’t know,” he hummed. “I thought it was honestly kind of a stupid name for a show to be honest, but what does my opinion-”

“No, Jooheon,” you sighed. “Why did you sign up for My Idol?”

“Ah,” he said with a small nod. His eyes lifted up from his menu and he placed the paper on the table before him. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that.”

“Then you must have prepared a reaaaally good answer,” you grinned.

“I was going to try to freestyle this one actually,” he smiled. “Why did I join My Idol? Well...the production crew approached Starship and wondered if any of us were interested. Somehow we’ve gotten the title of being broadcast friendly idols, so we were approached pretty early on...Originally Shownu hyung had volunteered as he was the oldest, followed by Wonho hyung, but our manager pushed for me to take the spot. At the time, a relationship was honestly the last thing I wanted. The goal was to get in and get out with only one thing on my mind...winning.”

“Oh,” you gasped, a bit taken back by his words. You knew Jooheon would be nothing but honest with you, but you had assumed most of the men had joined the show for the notoriety and spotlight on their respective groups.

“The guys insisted we weren’t much good at winning things,” Jooheon chuckled, his cheeks immediately turning more and more red with a blush. “So I had to win. When I got here...well...I wasn’t quite expecting you.”

You nodded with a small smile. Jay had held a similar sentiment.

“I think it took me a few days after our date to realize...you weren’t just here to get famous from a reality television series. You weren’t here just to be able to brag about dating an idol. You actually wanted to get to know us and that was really important to me. Not many people want to get past the surface...and actually stay.”

“You’re human after all,” you said softly. “Or at least that was the mantra I repeated to myself whenever I would have an initial date. Idols are regular people, just with a brighter spotlight.”

“That’s a way to put it,” he nodded. “And you definitely haven’t shied away.”

“And I don’t plan to,” you grinned. “So...you joined My Idol because you wanted to win?”

“Well that and I knew there would be free food,” Jooheon laughed. “Speaking of, what are you ordering?”

“Aigoo,” you grumbled. “Really?”

“This is important,” Jooheon nodded with wide eyes. “Will the cappuccino or americano make it to the season finale?”

“You’re the worst,” you muttered under your breath. “And obviously the cappuccino, are you crazy?”

Jooheon smiled, his eyes disappearing in his cheeks. “Then I’ll pretend I’m the cappuccino then...even if the americano is better.”

Day 2:

You blinked heavily, your body slowly coming to terms with the idea of being awake. Stretching your arms out before you, you flopped over to the opposite side of the mattress and giggled to yourself. Jooheon was still solidly asleep in his bed, but both arms hung from the edge of the mattress and toward you. His mouth was slightly ajar, his light snores carrying through the suite. The noise wasn’t anything to keep you awake, but was just comforting enough to let you know he was there. His nose twitched, much like a bunny, as he groaned lightly between snores. He must have still been immersed in a dream.

You nodded to yourself, confirming your consciousness. Your legs began the agonizing journey of uncovering themselves from deep within your covers and out into the open world. Your feet hit the hardwood with a light smack, causing a shiver to launch through your spine. The suite was definitely chilly this morning, but you were certain Jooheon had cranked down the temperate while you slept. You recalled from your first date how warm he had gotten, so you couldn’t blame him.

Exhaling, you lifted yourself from the mattress and began to shuffle to the bathroom. After a beautifully warm shower, you threw on some clothes, and most importantly, your fuzzy robe. You slid open the back door of your room, careful not to stir the still snoozing Jooheon as you began to walk barefoot toward the sound of waves.

It didn’t take you long to target the noise you had heard as soon as your My Idol SUV had pulled up to the hotel. Jeju was an island after all, so it seemed like it would be easy to find a beach in most situations. You wandered out onto the soft sand, barren of any tourists as it was just past sunrise and too early to begin sunbathing. You wrapped your arms around your waist and took a deep breath.

You were feeling so many things in this moment, you weren’t quite sure where to even begin your thought processes. The past few months had been the most exciting of your life. It felt like every moment you had had up until the point when My Idol had begun had been so soft and quiet compared to this. These moments and memories, they screamed in your mind. They begged for attention and stood in glaring 4D color as you thought back on every moment. You had gone over date after date with such granularity that sometimes you were unsure of how your path had ended here, but you were here.

That is what mattered.

So many times during your journey it seemed like you could have simply given up. You would have avoided so much hurt, so many tears, and so much heartbreak if you would have simply told producers you couldn’t carry on.

Especially after your date with Top when you had ended up in the hospital.

Top...

That was a memory you weren’t prepared to think about. Especially not here.

You thought back to the first results special. You dived back into the emotions that had been coursing through you as you spoke Jay’s name to the studio full of My Idol fans. You remembered Jooheon’s face as he realized the fans had voted him through for the first time. How could you deserve either man? They were both too perfect.

You thought making a decision would be easier than this. You had never been swept up in such a tidal wave in the entirety of your life. You had never thought you’d be involved in a love triangle, and yet here you were, stuck between two rappers who sat on different ends of the spectrum.

Jay was rough around the edges, but extremely soft at his core. You quickly learned that most of his facade was just that, a flimsy covering to remain unexposed to the world. He attempted to act hard and use coarse words when before the cameras, but when it was only the two of you, he dissolved into a wonderful partner. He was funny, supportive, and deeply attached. He cared about your well being and had been the only man to actually go as far as to break the rules to make you fall in love with him...

love...

were you in love with him?

The word made your stomach churn.

And then there was Jooheon. You had never thought of him as being rough around the edges, but he did have a definite exterior, just as Jay did. Jooheon was very put together and extremely talented. He shone in everything he did and you felt as if your light was never dull while he was around. He added energy to a room and made you feel wanted. He had played by every rule My Idol had thrown at him and kept a smile on his face the entire time. You had begun your journey by simply identifying as his fan...

and now he had mentioned introducing you to his mother as his girlfriend?

You had been called worse things, that was for sure.

“I was worried,” a raspy voice cooed as a pair of sweater paw-ed hands wrapped around your own huddled body. You smiled to yourself as you identified the sleepy tone to belong to Jooheon who nuzzled his face into your neck. “I didn’t know where you went.”

“I needed some fresh air,” you sighed. “Life is hard.”

“Well...yes,” Jooheon chuckled. “But why in this particular circumstance?”

You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “I’m not going to subject you to the inner workings of my head.”

“Yes, you will,” he grinned. “That’s what being in a relationship is about, Y/N. I know we aren’t technically official, but if we want to prep for the future-”

“That’s half the problem, Heoney,” you grumbled, cutting him off. “The future.”

“Explain,” he sighed. He unwrapped his arms from around you and plopped into the sand. He patted the ground beside him before drawing his knees up and resting his arms on them.

You grumbled as you landed onto the sand beside him and stared into the waves crashing before you. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I was worried about that,” Jooheon sighed. “I was kind of hoping that it was such an obvious answer...that you wouldn’t have any second thoughts about it.”

“I wish,” you muttered. “You are both just...terribly good guys. You’ve done so well and treated me so right.”

“But not well enough,” he muttered, gazing out into the waves again. “Not well enough to make you forget about Jay Park.”

“It’s kind of difficult when I’m actively dating both of you,” you laughed bitterly. “I don’t want to make this a competition...”

“It is a competition,” Jooheon whispered. “It has been from the beginning. That’s the whole point. What idol can catch your interest and your heart...isn’t it?”

“It’s more than a competition,” you grumbled, furrowing your brows. You looked up to Jooheon and tilted your head. This was one of the first times he had ever used such a stern tone with you and it sent up an alarm of discomfort in your head. “It’s my reality, Jooheon.”

“Which is why I’ve taken it so seriously,” he nodded. “Some people play by the rules in life, Y/N and they get rewarded for it. Jay hyung has done nothing but break rules and he’s been getting rewarded this whole time. I hate the way this works.”

“You don’t think you’ve been rewarded?” you questioned.

“I’ve seen the message boards,” he sighed. “I’ve been on Tumblr, and Twitter, and the fancafe...So many people talk about how Jay has unexpectedly caught their interest...how I don’t even stand a chance. I’m so worried they’re right...that in your head you’re thinking the same thing.”

You closed your eyes tightly, only reopening them again once tiny stars had begun to fill your vision. “Jooheon...”

“I know me complaining isn’t attractive,” he grumbled. “And people are used to seeing me be this happy virus, but these are the things that worry me. These are the thoughts that make me think “should I have done these things instead?” I’m always wondering if I’m enough.”

You were near tears as you placed your hand on Jooheon’s shoulder and gave a light squeeze. “But you are enough.”

“It’s hard being an idol,” he clucked, near tears himself. “You are always wondering if people want to date you or be your friend because they think you’re so successful. You have your family, but they’re far away. You have your managers, but they’re busy making schedules. You have your members...but at the end of the day...after a show or an interview...it’s just you alone in that hotel room. Or that dorm room. Or that bus. You and your thoughts, your dreams, your emotions...Y/N...

I just...

I don’t want to be alone anymore...”

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