𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧
Hey, this is Natalia right?
no it's nabi how dare u
𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘳. 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
wait are u actually offended
no bro what u so
monotone for 💀
𝘮𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
idk fam i'm just not
like the other girls ig
"he's our little
joke-ster"
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
ha ha 🙄
anyways what's up
like why did u text me
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
oh yeah so i just realized that
i'm going on tour in a week or so and
won't get to plan the hangout
in time
oh you mean like the NY gang
meetup??
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
yea my sincerest apologies
LMAO UR GOOD
it's no problem
kinda bummed but it's alr bro
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
wait i'm so sorry
um do u wanna hang out
today instead? I'm free in an hour
now how tf are you gonna get
the gang together in an hour
respectfully
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
i can't lol
maybe it could be
just us?
sorry that's the most
i can do atm
dang that idol life lowk a prison
huh? 💀
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
if i admit to that i fear
dispatch will somehow figure
out and i can say bye to my
career
but are you down?
sure!
i need friends
like rlly bad
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
i'm seriously
in a friend drought i get u
LMAOO "DROUGHT"
ANYWAYS
wanna come over to
my apartment?
cause ik ur job means
u probs can't be seen w me
right??
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
how considerate
I'm flattered!!
𝙢𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙣
and yeah sure
send me the address I'll be over
in 45 and bring some food :)
ms natalia liked mr vernon's message!
It's ****** *** **
Make sure to go to the
12th floor tho, then its apartment
number 128!
mr vernon loved ms natalia's message!
The phone resting in Hansol's hand was snatched so quickly he barely had time to process what was happening. He turned to the culprit, Jihoon, who stood over him with crossed arms and an expression so sharp it could've cut through the dim light of the studio.
"Dude, what the hell?" Hansol barked, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by a frown.
Jihoon wasn't fazed. Despite the soft hum of the Universe Factory's monitors and the familiar clutter of lyric notebooks and soundboards, the tension between the two was palpable. Normally, this room calmed Hansol—it was a space where ideas flowed and worries dulled. But not tonight. The looming pressure of recording a demo months in advance while juggling a tour schedule had soured the air. Jihoon knew all of this, of course. He also didn't care.
"Vernon," Jihoon sighed, exasperation lacing his tone. "I just told you what I needed help with, and you were too busy staring at your phone to even pretend to listen."
He wasn't wrong, and Hansol knew it. But instead of apologizing, Hansol sank further into his chair, arms crossed in a sulk. "You didn't have to take my phone," he muttered, voice low but just loud enough for Jihoon to catch.
Jihoon didn't bite. He simply returned to his workstation, clicking away at his keyboard with the kind of precision only years of producing could instill. "Why are you so glued to it anyway?" His question was casual, almost offhanded, as if he wasn't the least bit interested in the answer.
Hansol fidgeted, running his thumb over the edge of his notebook. He didn't want to admit it—not to Jihoon, not even to himself—but his recent texts with Nabi had a way of drawing him in. There was something refreshing about her, something that made the dull moments feel a little less gray.
"None of your business," Hansol finally muttered, his tone sharp but not harsh enough to mask the hint of teasing beneath.
Jihoon turned in his chair, fixing Hansol with a look that was equal parts unimpressed and done with his antics. "Yeah? Try telling that to Coups."
The mention of Seungcheol—their leader and the unofficial voice of reason—was an automatic trump card. Nobody crossed him, not because they were afraid, but because he carried the kind of quiet authority that made you want to do better.
Hansol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Good thing you're not him."
A small laugh escaped Jihoon, the tension between them easing. Hansol had a way of shaking off his moods quickly, a trait Jihoon quietly appreciated.
The younger idol began fiddling with his pen, his voice softer now. "Sorry about earlier. I made a new friend recently... not an idol. I'm kinda excited to hang out."
Jihoon glanced at him, his brow arching slightly in surprise, but he didn't press. That was the thing about Jihoon—he didn't pry. He let things go, and for someone like Hansol, who wasn't exactly prone to emotional oversharing, it made working with him easier. Even if Jihoon wasn't the best at providing reassurance, his ability to keep things light was enough.
"Hey, is it cool if I head out?" Hansol's voice broke the calm that had settled over the studio. They'd been working for about an hour, but the growing darkness outside and the time on his phone made his chest tighten with anxiety. He hated being late, especially when he'd given his word.
Jihoon turned in his chair, taking in the sight of Hansol already slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"You heading to that hangout?" Jihoon's tone was neutral, but the question made Hansol smile anyway.
"Yeah," Hansol said, glancing toward the door. Just the thought of seeing Nabi was enough to make him move faster. "I'm sure you'll hear about it from someone."
Jihoon chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "I'm sure I will."
With that, Hansol stepped into the night, the faint buzz of the studio fading behind him.
