While not technically on the album, think of this as the intermission.
I had this idea for Hun originally, but then I remembered that I'm not exceptionally great at writing him especially in situations like this.
So have this, this that was written in the middle of all the rest because the idea wouldn't leave me alone and I can finally delete a google doc :))
She's a short one btw (and so dialogue heavy holy shit)
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When the idea of going on an idol dating show was pitched to you by your CEO with multiple company investors who were the reason for your debut in the room with him, it had been hard to say no. Honestly, it was a thought that had never occurred to you even in your wildest deep dives into guilty pleasure fanfiction that often left you feeling guilty enough to not look fellow idols in the eyes for months.
I mean, to go on a random show just to make your group more poplar was something you'd definitely do, but to go on a dating show? With another idol? Not something you were a hundred percent sure about. Could you really be blamed for not being on board right off the jump? But, alas, the weighted stares of many 60 year old men seem to be quite persuasive in your plight.
So if the show flopped or your group ended up receiving enough hate that the company decided to remove you, you honestly could not be blamed. It laid in the hands of the throes of peer pressure and the ridiculously persuasive power of "I'm your boss' boss."
So now, with your conscience cleared and panic only slowly setting in, standing in front of a giant, white, wooden door sitting at the end of a corridor filled with fake plants to create the illusion of boho and similarly packed with hidden cameras that aren't very well hidden, you were very unprepared.
You weren't a problematic idol nor had you had much beef with other idols, you'd say your record was quite clean. But what scared you was the person on the other side of the door. God forbid it was someone you might have accidentally offended or, even worse, one of the few idols who you actually disliked.
You weren't quite sure who else had signed up for the show, the many group chats you were in didn't reveal anything. The best you had was the members of your own group making fun of you and teasing you about finding true love. You'd laughed after the first joke but by the fiftieth time in one practice session, you'd snapped and told them all to stop joking and get to work.
That, of course, being the only part that was captured in one of your members impromptu lives. It had taken less than 30 minutes before there was two koreaboo articles speculating about if you were abusive and if you were going to be kicked from the group. A quick scroll through the comments on Naver revealed concerned fans wondering about the whole groups mental health and another scroll revealed people asking for you to be replaced and taken out of the company. Most of the comments on twitter were from people wondering about what made you so angry and the other half were talking about how hot you were when you were angry.
Maybe that was why they put you on this show, the thought gave you pause. Not only would the groups popularity increase but your reputation would change from snappy-mommy-meany to... well, something different.
Anyways, back to the present. The door loomed in front of you, the terribly hidden microphone amongst a vase of flowers on the table beside you captured your sigh before you hesitantly grabbed the door handle.
"Let's get this over with." You muttered to the ground. Maybe it was overkill but you needed to give something to the panel of random celebrities sitting on a couch that the show would undoubtedly hire. As such, you slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door open.
In the second it took you to take a step inside and look up, you heard an audible gasp.
A gasp you recognized. A gasp you had heard dramatized in reaction to horrible tv shows or one of your own terrible attempts at being cute.
