Hyunjin x Y/N

Part 4

An hour later, Seungmin was fine.

Apparently, he'd only drank the last of what was left inside one of the bottles, which wasn't really that much, seeing as how I'd gulped more than half of it down. I admit, I wasn't a very good drunk, but I was a great drinker.

After everyone was completely confident that Seungmin was perfectly fine, they filtered into the dance room to practice.

I lingered in the corner, watching as they began to dance to Thunderous.

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okay, guys, i know that the images i supplied for how the characters look are not what they look like in the thunderous dance practice video, but since we're pretending this story is real, you can pretend that's real, too ToT

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At some point, I felt myself getting bored, and when they restarted the choreography once more, I decided that I would dance along for a little bit on the side.

For a while, I was just dancing on my own, mostly following Hyunjins moves, since before, when he was my bias, he was the only person I would copy. Now that I thought about it, Hyunjin wasn't really my bias anymore.

My eyes slid to Jeongin at the exact moment his slid to me.

I grinned at him and began copying his moves. Jeongin flushed slightly and focused on the dance again, but I saw a smile creep onto his face, and my own cheeks heated in reply. Unfortunately, I also distracted I.N, and I gasped as he forgot a single move and Felix tripped over him.

I dashed to his side, grasping his shoulder. "Are you alright?" I yelped in Korean.

I.N nodded, his face red with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.

Around us, the other members were snickering. Mostly Bang Chan and Lee Know, the 'parents' of the group. I noticed Changbin smirking at the two of us, and my eyes drifted to Hyunjin. An odd expression had twisted his face, but when he met my gaze, he sneered and turned his face away, lifting his nose haughtily into the air.

Even though he couldn't see me, I stuck my tongue out at him and turned away, not seeing the sadness that softened his face as I shifted closer to I.N, sharing a secret smile with him.

After I was confident that I.N was okay, I got up and retreated back to my little corner, this time tucking my arms into the crevices of my knee, resorting to simply watching them dance. I tried unsuccessfully to keep my eyes off of Jeongin, but luckily, no more mistakes were made.

After they finished recording, Jeongin tried to scamper away, and I heard him claim to have to use the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, most of the members were now shipping us together, and Felix and Bang Chan dragged him over. I had a momentary lapse as my brain just stopped working as I.N trudged over  to me at the same time as Hyunjin.

As soon as Hyunjin saw I.N coming, though, he turned and stalked away.

I.N stopped awkwardly in front of me, and I peered up at him. Smirking, I said, "Y'know, it's not nice to boast about how much taller you are than someone."

Panic washed over his face, and I quickly reassured him. "Kidding, kidding. Come, sit next to me." I patted the empty space beside me, and I.N quickly sat down. Guilt rushed through me as I realized how uncomfortable I'd made him with my comment, but it quickly faded into a flustered surprise as I.N delicately rested his hand right next to mine, his pinkie resting upon my own.

A blush rushed into my cheeks, and I turned away to hide my flustered face. Apparently, this action mixed with my previous comment was more than I.N could bare. Since he was unaware that I'd turned away from him in a joyful manner, he mistakenly thought I'd turned from him in disgust, and he pulled his hand away, mumbling apologies.

Once I'd figured out what had happened, guilt returned strongly. "No, don't apologize. I'm the one who's sorry. It's just...I've never really experienced these emotions in real life before."

I.N peered up at me, doubt etched in his face. "Really? Because there are a lot of other boy bands out there who can-"

I took his hand and intertwined our fingers, making him stop short. "What other boy bands?" I asked softly, and I watched as the doubt faded from his face, a huge smile forming instead.

"Now...about that movie?"

A loud shout came from the other side of the room, and the two of us startled apart. I glared at Han and Felix, who had both apparently heard our conversation. Lee Know smacked Han on the shoulder, and shot a look at Felix.

"Way to ruin the moment," I deadpanned, but I was smiling, too.

Suddenly aware of the cold air on my hand, I reached over and took Jeongin's once more, the movement feeling as natural as if we'd done it thousands of times before. I turned and smiled at him, my smile growing as it was returned.

"Where were we?" I prompted, shifting closer to him.

"Spirited Away?" I.N replied, a hopefulness lighting in his eyes.

I laughed. "Oh, yeah. Seungmin mentioned that you enjoyed that movie. Although...I've never seen it."

I.N shot me a look. "You'll have seen it by the end of the day, I promise."

I smirked back at him. "I'm holding you to that, you know."

"Um, sorry to ruin the moment-"

"Again," Lee Know shouted from across the room.

Han turned and stuck his tongue out at Lee Know. "Whatever!" Turning back to us, he continued. "Right. So. I.N, someone just won a fan call, and it's for you."

I.N's face flashed with confusion. "Oh, okay."

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right, guys, so since I've never won a fan call or bothered to watch one since I would just die of jealousy, I don't really know how it works, so if it doesn't  work like this, then just like pretend that that's how it works-

also we're just going to skip to the part where they're on the call

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"OMG, HI I.N I LITERALLY LOVE YOU-oh my god wait that was so embarrassing I.N you didn't see that oh my gosh i'm like hyperventilating right now and oh my gosh what hi oh my god-"

My head snapped up at the voice, dread washing over me. I was perched on a chair on the other side of the room as I.N entered the call. 

"Jeongin..." I whispered.

His eyes snapped up to mine, and I could tell my dread was obvious on my face by the way concern washed over his own. He placed his hand on the table, out of the screen, and shot me a thumbs-up, which was the universal sign for 'are you okay'.

I nodded, which was almost a lie, because if that voice belonged to the person I thought it did, I was not okay in the least.

"Um, I.N? Are you okay? Ohmigosh, you totally find me irritating, don't you?"

I.N panicked, and mumbled, "Oh, no, I'm sorry, I just got momentarily distracted, that's all-"

"Yeah, okay. The question was rhetorical. I don't really care, because I won this so...anyways."

I.N was obviously shocked by the manner of his fan, and I knew my suspicions were correct. How? Because I was praying as hard as I possibly could that that person wasn't actually who I thought it was. And whenever I resorted to that, I was most likely going to get smacked in the face with the horrible truth that I hated.

"Hi, I'm Kaley, but you can call me Kay if you want."

My grip tightened against my phone as I was smacked in the face with the horrible truth that I hated. "Fuck."

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yes, yes, yes, and yes

ALL MY CHARACTERS HAVE SOME LEVEL OF TRAUMA

and i've decided to be mean and for once not give you any context whatsoever on who this is or why she - or i guess you hate them

wait that sounds wrong-

more context in the next chapter <3