Plot: The hyungs not knowing what to do with the sad maknae.
Jae’s POV
Weird thing about the people we love is that we like to tease sometimes and maybe make them cry but it gets very personal when some other people hurt them. I actually realized this a long time ago when I saw my sister getting bullied back in LA. I was very little that time that I only managed to cry because I was too angry of the person who bullied her and I couldn’t do anything but watch. It was a terrible feeling and from that moment I promised myself not to let that happen to my loved ones again.
But you know how promises are meant to be broken and without even knowing, you just let that thing happen again. Worst is, I am not a kid anymore. I’m the mathyung (eldest brother). Pretty sure I could have done something to prevent that from happening. But I was just standing there. Smiling like an idiot.
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Dowoon, is the maknae (youngest) of DAY6. He’s pretty much a normal guy except for his sick drumming skills, heavenly visuals, and that cute aura nobody can hate, and oh that heavy Busan satoori. He’s a bit messy and is just all over the place when he’s with his hyungs (elder brothers/male friends) but is pretty shy when he’s with strangers. He usually brings the chaos in their dorm which brightens the atmosphere but also sometimes makes each member want to kill each other. In other words, it’s all love. Tough love.
The day started early with Sungjin scolding Wonpil about how he could not sleep all night because of his humming. Jae trying to have a conversation with the preoccupied Sungjin about how he’s not going to talk that much during the guesting to prevent language mistakes. Young K who just went out from the shower, and Dowoon just playing with the orange peels.
“Yah, Yoon Dowoon! Put the orange peels in the trash.” Sungjin called out as he turned off the lights in there room while Wonpil was still there wearing his socks.
“Ne, hyung.” Dowoon replied but without really doing what he’s told to.
“Sungjin hyung, I’m still here. Don’t turn off the lights yet.” Wonpil asked as he struggled to look for the other pair of his sock.
“Hey Brian, our manager’s here. Are you ready?” Jae asked Brian who just finished drying his hair.
“Yup. Will just put my socks and shoes in the van.” Brian replied as he took one glance at the mirror before turning his back and grabbing his bag and shoes.
“Dowoonah, let’s go. Just leave that there. I’ll put that away later. Wonpilah kaja (let’s go, Wonpil).” Sungjin called as he got the message of their manager in their kakao chat.
They all went out and had a “quiet ride” which means only Wonpil and Dowoon were bickering at the backseat on their way to the studio of the show. The other three hyungs are very used to that now that they don’t even notice it anymore, except when they want to join the bickering. They reached the studio and had hair and makeup right away.
The show started and they were much tensed compared to the other group that was also a guest of the show. It was a very awkward guesting, well at least for Jae. He couldn’t really get the humor at some point and could not understand where the hosts are leading them. At first he just blamed the language barrier for that and stayed quiet the whole time. But as the show went on, he started to feel off. It was more than tension.
“Between the two drummers, it must be Dowoon who’s much better in playing the drums.” One of the hosts said after they let Dowoon do the mosquito rap. Dowoon had just recovered from the great embarrassment of having to perform that mosquito rap around strangers. He gave a very surprised reaction from that statement. He was really never the type who takes compliments very well. Little did he know that it wasn’t, or at least not purely a compliment.
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