The Fan Exchange

1: Neon Yellow Coins

All I want is to know one thing.

An answer to a question I've been asking for so long.

"Who are you?...." I mumble as I type the exact words onto the buggy chatroom. It wasn't an app for specifically talking, but the lag is more insufferable than I imagined.

Or....maybe I'm just too impaitent and the minutes go by slower than normal?

After a few backspaces, and jumping dots that showed his typing status, a small bell rang to indicate his response.

??
I'm Neon Yellow Bunny.

Huh?

Neon Yellow......

Bunny?

"For someone so generous, what a lame ass name." I mumbled, only to be taken aback by another text.

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How rude. I can almost hear what you're thinking. Bunnies have big ears, you know?

Huh.

This guy is weird.

I abruptly ended the chatroom after my sixth attempt to identify this mysterious benefactor. He's been showering me with coins for fast updates of my small webtoon, something that I do as a fuck-work-today activity. And before I knew it, this guy was throwing coins at me in the donations forum without a single care in the world.

"Well...."  I shrugged confidently. "I get it, I'm amazing at this after a—

"...You call this doodle, 'amazing'?" I'm cut off by Hyun, whose eyes were fixated on my drawing tablet. Ugh.

"Go wash your dirty socks if you have so much time to critique me, would you?" I turned around in my wheely chair and pushed him away with my foot. "Or go water your dying plant."

"Nah. I'd much rather make fun of you." He teases, an evil chuckle from ear to ear.

Hyun was my childhood friend. He's been with me throughout my years, thick and thin, dirty socks or not.

"You won't be able to make fun of me when I'm off to Seoul tomorrow!" I bared my teeth to show my dominance in this argument. Worked. Hyun retreats, rolling his eyes as he sticks a pretty finger up in the air for a goodbye statement.

And of course, I stuck one up too.

Double.

And having won my squabbling, I successfully make it to Seoul— in a bullet train, before making a quick visit to the agency building.

To clarify— Jeon Jungkook's agency building. The worldwide star second to none.

The building was adorned with a themed cafe, a museum of different albums by the different pop groups that they manage. But a single big poster shows Jungkook, hung proudly at the entrance of the building. Oh Bingo.

Looking around, there wasn't a soul around. It was 5am in the morning and no rabid fans were taking photos with the posters, nor the company sign. Just pure cricket nonsense.

And amidst the morning chirps and loud crickets of the bushes, I posed however I want— in front of Jungkook's poster.

It was already made up in my mind that I'll pose as if I'm proposing to Jungkook in the poster— and I WAS doing it no matter what. Especially with no one around to judge me.

So I did, I made the funniest expression on my face that I could come up with, set the tripod, and proposed to Jungkook with the candy ring pop I prepared — and....

Click.

I smile as the shutter went off, but my smile dissipates as soon as the I heard the glass doors close.

And there, was Jeon Jungkook in his training attire, staring right at me.

In my sweatpants, proposing to his poster with a ring pop.

Day 1, Seoul.