So, if you know you're going to meet your future husband, what do you wear? Y/N was going crazy, throwing everything in her suitcase around the hotelroom.
«This is so stupid!» Annoyed with herself she picked up a dress she actually really wanted to wear, but didn't dare. «Get a grip, Y/N!» Yelling at herself kinda helped, running out of time made the decision final.
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Turns out having a VIP ticket means you don't have to stand in line for hours on end. Y/N arrived at the arena like a normal Atiny and was suddenly transformed into some sort of diva. Flashing the gold colored ticket-bracelet let her go straight through any door, it seemed. At one point she was followed by a security guard to the correct part of the VIP area.
«This is making it too obvious,» she thought to herself. They were trying too hard. But if they felt this was the way to go, who was she to complain? Rather, shouldn't she simply enjoy what was given to her?
So when she sat down in the fluffy seat in the front row of the VIP section, high up yet close to the stage, she smiled. She accepted the waiters offer to bring her a drink, non-alcoholic of course, and with the drink came a tray with assorted snacks, set on a small table between the comfortable seats.
«I guess I could get used to this,» Y/N smirked as things finally seemed to start on stage.
The crowd in the VIP section was a rather stiff group, but Y/N had no intention of just sitting there. When the concert started, so did she. She was an Atiny, goddammit! This was a dream come true! If she ignored the fact that she had indeed started her job for Seonghwa at this moment, she could just enjoy the concert. And boy, did she enjoy it! Dancing like the Atinys all around the venue, having the time of her life. She was like those on the floor, not like these idiots who's parents had paid a gazillion euros for a seat in the VIP section of a concert they weren't all that interested in seeing.
There were a group of older men and women there too, clearly more interested in the booze than the show. Rude! Couldn't they tell how much work these idols had put into making a great show? The dancing did not just happen. Those vocals... Y/N had no problem seeing how this was a full-time job for Ateez. You didn't just wake up every day and look this amazing without working for it. Yeah yeah, they were all naturally beautiful, but those abs were not god given, they came from hard work and hours at the gym. The dance moves had been done over and over again, the songs had been rehearsed till they could sing no more. She saw the effort put into this. Atiny saw the effort put into this.
«Atiny, we love you!» the boys once again repeated. It had always felt like they ment it, and now more than ever.
The concert was almost over, they had done their rehearsed numbers, their 'sexy dances' (which per usual nearly killed the audience) and now, sweaty and gorgeous they were getting ready for a final number.
«Thank you for being here,» Hongjoong said, wrapping things up. «This is our last number for tonight. I'm sorry!» The sad 'aaaaaaawh' from the crowd made him grab at his heart. «We'll be back. Here, have our hearts! We truly love you and appreciate you, Atiny!»
Each of the eight boys waved and walked around the stage while singing the last song. Was it her imagination or did Seonghwa wave at her? Y/N wasn't sure. He certainly sent kisses towards the VIP section, but she wasn't about to throw herself off the balcony to catch them. She might even be getting some real kisses at some point.
The thought of kissing Seonghwa, however platonic, made her heart skip a beat. Crap, that might actually happen! Not that he seemed too eager, but it was stated in the contract. Things shouldn't look forced in public, but if it ever felt natural a simple kiss might occur. That's what it said, right? Her heart fluttered, but she tried to calm herself down. That wasn't about to happen tonight, so relax! Keep it cool! Be the lucky Atiny who got a VIP ticket and now enjoys the view. Just that.
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Y/N jumped in her seat when an employee with a KQ-badge touched her shoulder.
«Excuse me, ms Y/N?»
«Yes, that's me?» She obviously looked quite skeptical because this assistant that Y/N had never seen before, was quick to calm her down.
«I have you on the backstage list.»
«What does that even mean?» Y/N said with a frown.
«That means you get to go backstage and talk to the boys.»
«Really?»
«Yes,» the assistant smiled brightly, overjoyed that she could bring such heavenly news. «If you would follow me...»
That wasn't really a question and Y/N knew that. Who would be so stupid not to immediately jump to their feet and follow this assistant? Y/N was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them, at least not in when it came to Ateez. She grabbed her bag og tried to walk gracefully behind the assistant, but again, she nearly tripped and rolled her eyes at herself.
«Idiot!» But she had to smile. She was on her way to meet her future husband. Nuts!
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Fake it till you make it // Ateez // P.SH
Fanfiction"This contract says I'm to act like Park Seonghwas wife for a minimum of one year?" -- Y/N takes on the job as Seonghwas wife, but it is strictly a facade. She is not someone he ever would have looked at twice in a normal situation. "But why me?"...
