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au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer yn

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling?

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

01. who was that?

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“this is what i wanna know” stomping her boot down onto the wooden piano stool.

“you dont even know who talks smack about you around the school, you werent paying attention to anyone around us when signing up for competition” minji interrogating you firm and straight to the point.

it was 4 days before the official competition you had signed up for a few weeks ago, giving you 3 weeks for your band to prepare. sounds pretty doable right? wrong

you for one were exhilarated by the idea of exploring by taking your time to take in the moments of thy path, baby steps! as you live by. although maybe it was the high of walking towards your dream.

fearing all that to come crashing down moments before you walk onto that stage, just as much as the so-called crash were weighing on your bandmates. and much to your dismay, sent you into a mini quiet panic attack from time to time.

“yes? i was also clinging onto souha as we were jaming out to the other bands auditions” you answered minji’s query, puzzled as to why she was asking this in the first place.

“so i wanna know for someone who doesn’t usually interact with anyone aside from few known friends in your class and the band; is cozying up to everybody’s pride and joy before practice, in the half lit hallways”

“i recognized their singers, they aren’t half bad. they have good taste in songs?” you said, packing your guitar up about to call it a day. but at the same time pulling out your notebook.

“what’s up with that nickname anyway, they can take that in the wrong way if students hear you. people misunderstand anything these days” you added, not having figured out much as to moments before when they had started the interrogation.

“we were just surprised is all y/n” souha sighs. “you catch your sweet vocalist cozying up that kid. who not only the girls, but boys + seemingly teachers fall smitten with”

souha lets it off her chest, sweeping off minji’s foot off the stool sitting down. her hand motioning the space beside her, for minji to sit.

pianist hyorin sneaks up behind you, “she’s okay, thats all that matters” squeezing you in a back hug. “good thing it was after school and not during. girls are vicious when it comes to their feelings. especially crushes”

“OH AND ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, their heads turn a complete 360 when he’s passing by, i swear. they’re half owl! ” aerin perks up from the back, organizing the wires behind the speakers.

you gave them all a look, ಠ_ಠ, you escaped from kyorin’s grasp as you went to help aerin pack the microphones away.

“it just so happened that; as i was blasting mamma mia’s soundtrack for the GAZILIONTH time in my headset, i was startled by sudden screaming. i thought it was you guys” you stated.

“screaming?” surprised, it was souha’s turn to look puzzled. alongside someone at the door.

“YAH-BANGU, THERE YOU ARE!- or something like that, i think” you mocked.

you hear chuckling from outside.

you all turn your heads to the hallways to find the other band occupying another classroom passing by, making their way out. the two boys from earlier included.

“ya, choi bangu” his bandmates teased him, emphasizing his name, or at least what you thought was his name. as he slouched over.

if not for your bad eyesight, you think you’d be able to tell if he was maybe avoiding eye contact with you.

minji burst out laughing, falling off the stool. while souha beside her snorts and looks down into catching kyorin from falling having failed to save minji.

“only y/n can say a persons name so wrong so confidently” aerin chuckles.

you stare for a second, you gasp as you cover your mouth with your hand “IS THAT NOT HIS NAME?”

A/N. im going by korean school years, 12-15 is middle school. 15-17 is high school. beomgyu and y/n are 15 in this au)

“man that was funny” jaeyun wipes the tears from his eyes.

“first someone finally catches the so called campus heartthrob after SO LONG. just for her to not only; know he is, but gets his name wrong” yeol jin exclaims, throwing an arm around beomgyu.

“YA- WE JUST ENTERED HIGH SCHOOL ANYWAY, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW LEE Y/N” beomgyu defended himself.

“beomgyu-oppa, we didn’t say y/n-unnie’s name though. and you just happened to know her name” jiuin turn and cocked her head to the boy caught guilty, as the 4 others snickered.

beomgyu recalled having fallen in a trance, you caught him. he thought it was the most free thing anyone could ever do, having been surrounded by those valuing reserved images, a reputation to hold everyone always so carefully watches each step as we were told. while there was nothing wrong with that, its just that-

a breather was what he needed, and a breath of fresh air you were, elizabeth shue from the opening scene of adventures of babysitting! it was so cool he thought.

anyways, as he watched your marvelling performance, of course he had noticed your name tag on your uniform you have yet change out of.

lee, y/n

imprinted, tattooed, and carved into his head.

“LETS JUST- go home! i challenge you all, loser buys everyone celebratory chicken after the competition” beomgyu says hoping to divert the topic.

“at that new restaurant that opened up by our english academy?” jaeyun looked up as he recalled. the first day as high school students. beomgyu had bursted into excitement at the bear mascot holding the Now Open sign, even taking a picture with it.

“YES! YUM! DELICIOUS! D E L I C I O U S” he spelt out in english as he scurried away, successfully ending the topic.

“hes avoiding the question though?” yeol jin along with everyone else looked a bit confused.

“YA! BEOM-YA! BEOMGYU! WAIT FOR US!” yeol jin said realizing as he grabbed jiuin’s hand and ran after beomgyu, everyone else followed.

“mom?” you dropped your keys by table and hung your jacket having just arrived home.

you see that theres a message on the answering machine. you sighed as you press play.

“welcome home! as always i told the delivery man to use the spare key by the flower pot outside to let himself in and to leave your favourite on the dinner table. eat up! you work very hard for some of your caliber, you know that right? some don’t even care”

we’ve met too many of those to care you thought to yourself as you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

you get up to turn off the answering machine from the side table, you’ve heard it all before anyway.

you were alone but that was nothing new, you’ve grown dependant on yourself. you were comfortable in your own presence, well at times anyways, like right now! you’ve learned what you really needed, what was needed of you. if you wanted to start a band with those who accidentally overheard you singing in the hallways, then so be it.

1:48 AM

your clock was glaring at you. you could hear it yelling, what child is up at these hours, go to sleep

you probably would wait until your mom gets home so you can quickly whisk your guitar and notebook away and act asleep. only to literally fall asleep afterwards.

you were recalling the events of your as you sat on your bed, 7:48 PM, suddenly you were writing and never stopped as this surge of adrenaline came rushing in.

you haven't stopped since, you didn’t wanna stop writing. you haven’t felt this before. you’ve never felt something so warm, you could grab it, you were living in a cherry red world, this feeling was all over the place. it hasn’t dawned on you yet why you were feeling this way

I see the look in your eye and I’m biting my tongue,

you’ll be the love of my life when i was young,

when the night is over.

don't call me up, im already under.

what was this? all you knew was that you didn’t want it to go away, not to stop yet, to hold on just a bit longer, forever if you could, just maybe.

the memory from earlier projected into perspective.

you said you would see him at the competition but it was his name you couldn’t quite figure out.

“who was that?”

A/N. YES THE SONG Y/N WAS WRITING WAS GRACIE ABRAMS’ 21 so ofcs this is me crediting her.

PLEASE BARE WITH ME! i love gracie sm!!! 😞

her music? CHEFS KISS

bandmates!

au. predebut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /beomgyu&yn /high school band au

02. you shall be found guilty

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cling clang

the rattles of keys were what you woke up to,

“mom?” you questioned groggily, was it time to get ready already? trying to crawl out of dream land. oh how for it to be so easy. shake off the tiredness, we could get more things done.

“shh shh, sorry honey. i just got home now” she had just opened and peaked through the door to check on you. “did i wake you up?” you look over to your clock, 5:00 AM. you could swear it was taunting you or something.

“no its okay, welcome home” you said plastering a smile, you were glad that she was home.

“you didn’t stay up too late did you? i can drop you off if you don’t feel like commuting” she sat down on your bed as you sat up from under your covers.

“no i’m okay, why change my routine just because i don’t feel like it? thats how we get into bad habits right?” you smiled with your eyes closed.

her eyebrows furrow, “oh how lucky am i to have you, so strong-“ she smiles weakly as she tries to hug you, but you flinch back, raising your wrist as a reflex.

she frowns, “sorry sweetie, i forget that- uhm” she laughs awkwardly, “anyways, go back to sleep, ill drop you off in an hour, no arguing!” she says in a sing-song tone. bouncing up and off the bed, marching out of your room.

you heard your mom laughing in the living room while you waited for her, tapping your foot anxiously. if you didn’t leave now then you were gonna be late.

you can hear her talking, something about an event with an old friend? you weren’t sure, but you did know that she wanted you to tag along.

you were smart but not the smartest, you were okay with it in a way, but taking the risky path you were, having average grades wasn’t gonna cut it for you. you needed to be more than enough you thought, the more appeal the better!

impatient, screw it you said. you got up, walked passed your mom, and put on your shoes. getting your mom’s as well.

“we’re gonna be late, if you don’t hurry” you waved your red ribboned headband in the air trying to get her attention as you stood by the door.

she looked up confused, and then she at her watch. her eyes widened as she dropped the phone, practically jumping to the ceiling.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT, YEAH HON LETS GO, QUICK QUICK, RUN START THE CAR” AS SHE TOSSED YOU THE KEYS.

you scurried out to the car. you wouldn’t usually, but you appreciated her antics. it calmed your nerves from your former worries, brightening your mood in a way.

she was trying.

during the car ride your mom noticed how serious your gaze out the window was, concerned, of course she asked “do you wanna let it off your chest? you know you get your quality of observation from me, your looks anyway.”

you laugh a bit before confessing, “its nothing you need to worry about, just the competition” you breathed out heavily

you were distracted, not about the competition but about the song. it wasn’t like you, or it wasn’t a song you’d expected composed by lee y/n.

was something missing to the song? you were so focused though, couldn’t be. was it your focus that made it scary? all these possibilities running through your mind yet remembering what was floating in the air.

“are you gonna make it?” you held your breath asking.

“this saturday? of course. what time does it start?” she asked switching between you and the road.

“at 12PM, but try to get there earlier. i want to get photos” you said sighing out. a timid yay cheering in your head

“of course i’ll make-“ cut off from her phone buzzing in the coffee holder.

“y/n-ah, could you answer and hold it up to my ear?” she asked in a rush before the ringing ran out.

you grabbed it, sliding answer, and put it up to her ear.

“hello? lee yeong speaking” you spaced out while she answered, you were trying to think who it was calling so early. her composed turned into a ghast tone.

“at this very moment? i mean unless you want your employees to be paid, not paying hospital bills. she chuckled. she really had inappropriate comedic timing didn’t she.

“alright, alright. on my way! hang up y/n” she glanced over to you for a second.

you lowered your arm, hanging up the call.

“does your arm not hurt? you held it up for a bit” she asked curious.

“no, not really. probably because i carry around the instruments half of the day sometimes”

“so you’d say you have a thing for athleticism?” she inquired. your eyebrows furrowed, where was she even taking this?

“i guess? what does that have to do with-“

“could you run to school? it’s not to far, 2 blocks away. i owe you, im running late for this last minute schedule!”

she rambled on.

you were shocked by the request, you short circuited for a second. “uh- i mean” looking at the time on the car 7:53AM. school starts at 8:00AM.

you paused thinking about it for a second, i guess you could, but you would just have to run really fast.

“yeah sure, ill see you!” waiting for the car to stop at a red light. you quickly made up your mind, not wanting to drag this on longer, unbuckling your seat and rushing out the car door.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT !!!

you nearly trip while fixing your bag, your tie becoming lose, your hair in shambles, your uniform jacket slipping off your shoulders, while trying to keep your guitar from falling off your shoulders. why were guitars so heavy you cursed

you were running so fast you could barely catch your breath, the were only a few students on their way to school and these were your schoolmates who you recognized coming into class late.

so to sum it up? if you didn’t run faster than you already were, you’re sure as hell gonna be late.

you looked down to your watch, if it was still there that is

7:57 AM

you could’ve sworn your watch looked extra smug today.

“jiu, where is she?” souha turned to jiuin worried

jiuin shrugged furrowing her eyebrows weary of you, it wasn’t like you to cut close to being late. it wasn’t like them to arrive before you.

8:02 AM

the doors creaked open, everyone turned to you. you were panting, hair all over the place, your red headband hanging off your shoulder, and clothing in mishaps. your heart was racing.

“oh my goodness, y/n!” souha stood up and ran to you, wide eyes worried about your current state. jiuin searched her bag for a hairbrush, rushing to come to your aid.

you were so tired, you put your hands on your knees coughing. “i-im heeerreee” you said out of breath.

still catching your breath, all you could think of was thank goodness, i made it.

“you’re a mess, what happened to you?!” souha hugged you tight and holding your shoulders frantically checking you. jiuin sneaking up behind souha to hug you as well quickly brushing your hair, and fixing your headband in place.

she exhaled “you’re late you realize that? we were beginning to worry” souha directing you to your seat while jiu fixed your tie. “and we had a reason! look at you. what on earth happened?”

jiu sat you down as she sat down herself in her seat beside you, hand in hand.

“i’m fine, long story-“

“and as interesting as it may be, hopefully it can wait till after class” you were cut-off by your teacher.

you mouthed later to jiuin and souha as class was starting.

[lunch time]

souha went to go find minji since apparently she owed her lunch, telling you to rest and she’ll come back. knowing how busy the halls would get and you’re not a fan of closed/little space.

you were beginning to feel antsy as people from another classrooms began to fill up the space, not knowing why your class in particular was so popular.

you walked out as you felt it was becoming to cramped in there, closing in on you. you weren’t hungry, so you just searched for kyorin and souha.

you passed a few students staring you down, you heard them holding back smug laughs.

“it must’ve felt so humiliating for her”

“she has natural face that makes your blood boil”

“why did she show up to class like that?”

“maybe she was trying out a new style”

“if you look at her she might just have the wrong idea of hipster. you know how people mistaken homeless clothing for hipster?”

“YOU’RE AWFUL!” they all laugh obnoxiously

“what was she thinking for her hair, just curious. tinker bell?”

“pixie cut”

“what was she thinking”

you turned the corner

you closed your eyes holding, clenching your jaw. ignore them your mind demanded. your expression grew more frustrated. this happened everyday, you’d think you’d learn to handle your deck of cards. but it only seemed to make you grow self conscious.

you knew better though than to let them get to you, you have to get better, its all you need. you sighed changing into a disappointed expression, side eyeing the window. while you rubbed your elbow.

way to into your head, you failed to notice the familiar few of the voices from yesterday approaching you.

“sk8ter boi wasn’t too bad during practice, plus we need an english song. why not do that for the competition?“ jaeyun said to munbin as beomgyu walked to the far side of both of them.

“that’s not bad!” munbin gasped, pointing a finger to jaeyun.

but it was then that jaeyun noticed you approaching, munbin was curious as to what jaeyun was staring at, spotting you as well. “oh sick, it’s her!” munbin whispered.

jaeyun winked to munbin as he looked over at beomgyu. since munbin was in the middle, he nudged beomgyu with his shoulder getting his attention. beomgyu glanced to munbin

“what’s up? i was listening i swear, sk8ter boi is-“

“look up” jaeyun said cutting beomgyu off

beomgyu then looked up confused as to why their tone was soft suddenly. he took notice of the familiar figure with headphones as his gaze softens

oh, that’s why. he thought to himself as you made your way down the hallway.

he wanted to say something but even as talkative as he usually is, his tongue was in a knot. he was excited to see you but the type of excited that made his stomach to hurdles.

you were staring at the window til you saw someone looking at you, making eye contact for a split second and looked back outside. not realizing it was him, you passed without any interaction.

he felt disappointed, although he doesn’t think he would’ve known what to say anyway. he then processed your dejected expression, a second after you passed them, affecting his own facial expression.

he looks up to munbin and jaeyun who were already looking at him with identical smug smirks. teasing him no doubt.

he jumped “why are you looking at me like that?” perplexed, he playfully punches munbin’s shoulder

munbin dramatically holds his shoulder “YAH WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME AS IF I’M THE ONLY WHO WAS STARING, IT WAS JAEYUN’S IDEA”

they both look to jaeyun as he proceeds to dramatically hold out his hand as he begins to sing that song from cinderella “so this is loooveee~”

“you better start running” beomgyu deadpanned

jaeyun broke a laugh and quickly ran ahead, beomgyu chased after him leaving munbin behind.

for this scene;

bolded text is y/n pov, slanted text is beomgyu pov

per usual, you were the first to arrive. you felt a bit too self anxious to dance so instead you decided to see what you had done of that song so far.

you decided to go over the chords on souha’s piano instead of guitar, you just needed a new feel of something.

you started.

some times i go blurry eyed

alone, he was making his way up the stairs up to the practice room, the other had gone to grab drinks and snacks.

small talk and you tell me that you’re on fire

he then heard the voice again, and it was more clear this time

lights on and it’s black and white

he looked into that dark room which held the same girl who laminated the room with this yellow-brown-pink hue.

i couldn’t stay forever

your voice sounded so hurt, it tugged at his heart. he was focused on you and your voice.

i get alone sometimes and i miss you again

he was in a dream, it was blurry atmosphere, your voice was ringing in his head.

i’ll be the love of your life inside your head

his bottom lip was dropped

when the night is over

when has real people ever sounded like that before he thought

don’t call me up, i’m already under

he had never heard the song before, but he was sure not make the same mistake letting it pass by. so sure to ask you

“what song is that?”

you looked up in surprise

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized

“no no, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you were watching” as you scratched

he motioned if he could enter the room. nodding your head, he smiled as he nodded his while timidly landing his first foot inside.

you looked to the side, portable piano in your lap. side eyeing him then turning your head to face him. he sat down in front you.

you were avoiding eye contact because you felt awkward til you decided to look at him and fight it off for now. it was the polite thing to do.

you both look back at each other at the same time, causing you both to quickly avert eyes again.

you didn’t know what to do

he let out a laugh, you face him as he was looking down then faces you.

“anyway, what song was it?” he asked looking down at the piano as were you.

“oh it was a song i made last night, it doesn’t have a name but-“ he cut you off

“you wrote it?” with wide eyes, his head moving slightly closer to the piano. he sounded shocked

“oh- yeah, me. i’m not a professional, i know, but i did try and i think i’ll get better if i continue to do so!” you were beginning to question if they turned off the air conditioning after school because you felt your ears heat up.

you looked him in awe of the piano. he must really like pianos you thought.

“are you crazy?” he chuckled as he looked up at you

“your talent and ability is so incredibly touching y/n!” he said in a smiling tone at you.

“ohhh, thanks” you smiled weakly back

he was so in awe of you, you couldn’t help but strengthen your smile. it was hard to hold back.

he looked away, he felt his ears start to burn up as well.

“by the way, i wanted to ask you something” he suddenly changed the topic.

“hm? what is it?” giving him permission to ask you

“what’s my name?” he faced you seriously

oh no

this won’t be good

“your name?” you asked while looking up to the ceiling.

“y/nnnniee, my name” he said trying to catch your eyes back onto him.

“uh, well you knooow” trying to catch a glimpse of his uniform only for him to cover it.

“no cheating!” he said “y/n my name?”

you were looking everywhere “oh uh you know, you’ve got one, i got one, everyones got a name.” you tried prolonging it.

“YOU’RE STALLING!” he said moving forward

“AM NOT!” you moved forward as well

“YOU DON’T KNOW IT!” he yelled

“I DO! IT’S BANGU!” you yelled back

he fell back breaking out in laughter. you were left in embarrassment, making a tight smile while as you watched him dying of laughter.

he got up wiping his tears, recovering from his giggle fit, he continued “it’s beomgyu y/n!” he said “choi beom gyu”

“oh shut up” you pushed his shoulder back as you laugh it off his head was down still chuckling

“you’re gonna choke from laughing, it’s very possible” you said in a pessimistic tone looking down at his hair

“then you shall be found guilty” he mocked

he had finished laughing, he smiled up at you, while you too found yourself smiling at him

you stayed like that for a bit, looking at each other. it was hard to break the eye contact.

that was until the lights turned on, you both looked to see minji and kyor looking at you two confused.

“what are you two doing in the dark?” minji asked as she approached her guitar.

“oh y/n was showing me a song she wrote” beomgyu replied for you

“in the dark? gazing into each others eyes?” minji teased you both overly emphasizing the way she spoke.

“WE WEREN’T GAZING INTO EACH OTHERS EYES!” you said defensively

“we sort of were though” beomgyu said

“YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” you yelled back to him

the three of them laughed at you.

“this is so embarrassing” you said as you buried your face in your palms

beomgyu was startled by a sudden vibration, his phone vibrated to what you assume was someone from his band.

yeol jin: were outside! could you help us, jiuin’s bag broke since it was heavy so we need extra pairs of hands.

beomgyu: oh sure, on my way!

he put his phone in his bag as he got up. “hey, my bandmates need help carrying snacks up, i’ve got to go” he said as he slunk his bag over his shoulders.

“oh okay, so you’re leaving?” you asked feeling a bit dejected

“yeah, but you guys should stop by if you’d like! knowing them they bought too much stuff anyway. we have big appetites” he said as he walked towards the door.

surprised you were, you said

“oh okay, sure. we’ll think about it-”

“we’ll be there” you were cut off by kyor who, rested her hands on your shoulders as she gave beomgyu a thumbs up

“alright, see you guys later. bye y/n” he waved as he turned and left out the door

“so did we interrupt your date?” minji’s teasing was never ending.

“WE WEREN’T ON A DATE!”

A/N. this was a filler chapter to connect the story lines im sorry, BUT IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE. PLEASE TRUST ME! 😭

thank you for making it this far!

bandmates! [masterlist]

au. pre-debut band beomgyu + young performer y/n

!summary. y/n dreamt of it daily, the vision she held close to her heart. an endless ocean of crowd, singing notes only the heavens have ever heard as she strut down the stage. for it to all become her reality. a performer. she was determined desperate. she hoped to have it all under control. but then who, what was that plagued her mind, this feeling.

!includes. fluff, angst? /high school band au /first love /yn has issues with her parents /slow burn

status. ongoing (since dec 28)

chapters.

00. see you there!

01. who was that?

02. you shall be found guilty

03. slap my wrist

04. untitled (drafts)

thank you so much for reading!

august? — get well soon

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. mentions of falling down the stairs, mentions of the ER and hospital, hand holding? yn is a bit sad this episode, mild swearing, that’s all i know so far (lmk if there’s more)

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You were sitting in your spot in which you always sat at during club meetings and you were taking down minutes for the team. Except now the lights were off, you were sitting in the dark with your eyes closed, and there was nothing on the table except your head down resting between your arms.

The clubrooms had their own special floor, which was the top floor of the school, so that meant there was no one here. There was also no club meetings happening with it being Monday since most clubs meet on Wednesdays. And that was a good thing for you because you got to sit in the clubroom alone in silence for a few minutes before company arrived.

It was then you finally moved a muscle when you heard footsteps approaching up the stairs, turning your head from the window to their door to see Hyunjin slowly stepping into the room, careful not to startle you in your current state.

“Hey stranger” Hyunjin said as he gently slid the door close.“You want me to keep the lights off?” his fingers resting on the light switch.

“No, keep them off please” you said lifting your head off the table and pushing your chair back to stand up.

Beside the door and below the light switch was a small navy blue couch.

The clubroom was plain, painted with simple cream walls, a whiteboard by the large table in the middle, and across from the whiteboard were 4 cabinets for files of past papers written by alumni, and the couch.

Hyunjin was first to sit down on the couch before he patted down the space beside him for you to sit.

Not that you usually followed orders but you were a bit out of it to argue anything more. Settling for just simply leaving your spot at the table and sitting down beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

He breathes out a sigh before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lies his head on yours and waits a couple moments before he says anything more.

“Are you trying to decide how you feel about your performance last night?” he asked quietly, drawing circles on your arm farthest from him.

“How… did you—”

“Of course I know, I’m your best friend too y’know”

You don’t like burdening people, especially your friends who are always there when you need them, but you’ve also been learning recently that… this, this is okay.

“I just feel like it’s a lot” you say quietly, in fear of sounding stupid or maybe too bold “I don’t want the things i do to be too much handle or make it look as if I’m trying to be someone I’m not meant to be—”

“Y/N, that’s your parents’s voice. And they…” you watch as Hyunjin pauses, staring into a place on the clubroom floor and beyond. You can also see the frustration in his eyes at the mention of your parents, not because of you, but because of how much your parent’s words have hurt you. And watching that hurt follow you over the years is something he always wants to try and lift off of your shoulders. A big task he’s given himself, but he also has the other 3 to rely on when it comes to this.

“They’re just…” he says these next words carefully “not right” He’s being mindful in the fact that when treading these parts of your life. He takes a breath before continuing on with what he was saying. “If this were about other people then I would argue that they could possibly be right about other things, but they were never right about anything they said or did to you back then” he says.

He then grazes over your hand with his other hand and waits, you nod your head in ‘okay’ for him to hold your hand, he does. He stares down at your hands in his for a few moments before continuing on.

(so this is where this part was deleted and they have a really good emotional, but fluffy scene that i literally cannot remember ANYTHING about for the life of me so let’s just skip forward for my sanity? pls)

“Y/N” he says sitting up, taking your hand closest to him in his hands and playing with your fingers, “no one is in the right to make you question whether or not something makes you happy or give force meanings over your own feelings”

You can always tell that he’s being serious if he’s toying with something in his hands and/or if he’s looking at your eyes while also looking at something else behind you.

And in this case, he was doing both.

You reach over to his hands still playing with your fingers and rest your hand atop of his.

“And if that is the case that they are right?” you look up to his eyes for an answer.

“They’re just stupid,” he says bluntly with a lighthearted laugh. “It’s my job to make you sad and tired. No one else is allowed to do it” he states dramatically, letting go of your hands and making a really dramatic pose

You scoff and roll your eyes so far back you see stars, “You’re so annoying”

Standing up from the couch and reaching your hand up to slide the clubroom door to leave, but Hyunjin quickly reaches from behind you to open the door for you.

“Leaving me behind in a dark clubroom? A clubroom I’m not even a member of?” he inquires as he lets you walk out first and him following behind you. Then closing the door behind him.

“Well, I tried anyway” you shrug as you walk down the empty hallway side by side. You’re playing with the hem of your skirt before you remember something that’s been tugging at the back of your mind since stepping into school.

“Do you they’ll be angry with me?” you ask.

“Your parents?” he asks so nonchalantly and so quickly, not missing a single beat. Makes you really think how bad your mommy/daddy issues are.

“No, I mean…” You chuckle, “Chaer and them, my old band” you asks slowly.

He stops walking for a good 5 seconds, which of course stops you in your tracks and turn around to look at him confused, before he catches up to you again. “Sorry about that, but come again?” he asks genuinely confused.

“Like if they saw that video of me, would they think that im trying to one them up or something” you explain as turned the hallway finally making it to the stairs and carefully treading down as you walk down from the fourth floor to the second floor so you can buy lunch together and maybe catch up with Sunghoon and them.

“Well are you?” he asks turning to face you, face twisted in perplexity. The way he’s looking at you now is as if he’s trying to find some sense somewhere on your face, but failed to. Common occurrence.

“Of course not! I don’t know, I leave the band out of no where, I know Chaer and Yeji, probably Yeosang knows and understands, but I’m still strung up about it” you explain, obvious concern in your voice. Hyunjin on the other hand is concerned as well, but still feels hasty to rectify this idea.

“Y/N, I love you but that’s just silly. Yeji was thrilled to watch that video remember? They won’t— Y/N watch out!”

Hyunjin calling out to you was the last thing you heard before you miss a step and bump into someone in front of you and suddenly you’re falling.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin calls out to you,

“Seeun!” a familiar voice calls out at the same time.

Thankfully, Hyunjin catches you in time, holding your waist and your arms still lunged forward from almost falling before he pulls your body back up to a steady stance.

The same couldn’t be said about the girl you knocked over though as she now at the bottom of the steps.

You and Hyunjin stare wide eyed for a second longer as you realize that the girl you just accidentally pushed down the stairs is Seeun,—The current lead vocalist your High School’s band. A band in which Choi Beomgyu belongs to now—before quickly rushing down the steps and tend to Seeun.

That is before Hyunjin can taunt you saying

‘If they weren’t mad, they might be now’

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pairings. choi 🧸 beomgyu x ballerina 🩰 y/n

masterlist&synopsis. a job opportunity arose from korea. an open spot in a prestigious ballet troupe. having trained from a young age you were not easily shaken by the doubt those around held up in front of you. passion for your career met your love for the korean language + culture and to live there one day. on the path to fulfilling your dreams were harsher than you expected as your sudden addition to the troupe seemed to have troubled those around you. out of said adjustments, there was a matter of who that kept you rather giddy, setting the tone for somedays as a bit brighter and pink than usual. an acquaintance who lived with 4 of his friends you often stumbled upon at your apartment complex whilst you rush out in a hurry to your place of work. may it be in the elevators, in the lobby, or in the hallways after coming back from a long day. it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you used simple puppy-like infatuation to save your motivation and enthusiasm enkindling a bit further for just a few more days now, would it? to keep yourself moving! or so you thought

profiles. y/n & her troupe

profiles. tomorrow x together