Weeks blurred into a whirlwind of late-night texts and stolen moments. Nadine's morning greetings, punctuated by a playful heart emoji, became your sunrise ritual. The ache in your chest, the lingering sting of Aiah's betrayal, seemed to fade with each sweet exchange. Tonight was the interview, the final hurdle before your contract with the overbearing management finally expired. A sense of nervous excitement crackled in the air as you and your bandmates prepped. Freedom, long-awaited and fiercely desired, was practically within your grasp.
A notification buzzed from your phone, pulling you out of your pre-interview jitters. It was Nadine's familiar text:
Nadine: Good luck with your interview <3
The simple message, infused with warmth, brought a wide smile to your face. The heart emoji, once so innocuous, now held a deeper meaning, a budding connection nurtured by late-night conversations and shared dreams.
The studio bustled with activity as you arrived. Walking towards the designated room, you couldn't help but notice the framed pictures lining the hallway. A collective groan escaped your lips as you recognized individual portraits of BINI members. It was the first time in weeks that your mind had drifted towards them, the memory of Aiah a faint echo compared to the whirlwind that was Nadine.
Reaching the designated dressing room, a brief respite was interrupted by a knock on the door. A studio representative greeted you and your bandmates, her voice chirpy yet professional. "You guys are needed on stage," she announced.
Following her down the corridor, you caught sight of the set. Recognition, laced with a hint of annoyance, flickered across your features. It was the same stage, the same set of plush armchairs, and most importantly, the same host who had orchestrated Aiah's awkward on-air courtship proposal. You rolled your eyes, the action not lost on Syd who nudged you playfully.
"Alright, guys," the host boomed, a practiced smile plastered on his face. "Five minutes until we go live." He gestured towards the four chairs positioned across from him. "Take a seat and let's get this show on the road!"
The interview flowed, the host weaving a narrative of your journey from hopeful auditionees to seasoned performers. Questions about BINI inevitably arose, and you and your bandmates answered with practiced professionalism. Despite the lingering hurt, you spoke of their success with genuine pride. They were, after all, your former sisters-in-arms, and their achievements, however bittersweet, deserved recognition.
However, the host's next question felt like a barbed hook aimed at a fresh wound. "So, Y/N," he inquired, feigning ignorance, "I heard you're cousins with BINI's Stacey. How do you feel about their meteoric rise?" You forced a smile, the question grating on your nerves. Did he truly have no clue about the rift between you and BINI, or was he simply milking the drama for his viewers? You knew full well how the management blatantly favored them, leaving you and your band to toil under a shroud of neglect.
Still, you held your tongue. "Of course, I'm incredibly proud of the girls," you replied, your voice steady. While the hurt of their exclusion from the award show and Aiah's public courtship proposal remained raw, you refused to let it overshadow your genuine affection for them.
The interview continued, peppered with lighthearted moments. When the host mentioned your upcoming birthday, Donny chimed in with a playful jab, "Getting old, aren't you, Y/N?" eliciting laughter from the audience. But the laughter died down as the host switched gears, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Speaking of birthdays," he announced with a dramatic flourish, "we have some special messages for you!"
A video started rolling on the screen, and your breath caught in your throat. BINI's faces filled the screen, each member offering a heartfelt birthday greeting. Sheena, expressed how much they missed you and hoped to reconnect with "Happy birthday, ate Y/N. We miss you so much, sana magkita tayo ulit." Maloi, teased you about your sisig recipe with "Happy birthday, Y/N. Miss na kita at ang sisig mo." Jhoanna, delivered her well wishes with a hint of humor, jokingly wishing you wouldn't die young with "Happy birthday, Y/N. Sana di ka muna mamatay kasi magkikita pa ulit tayo."
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Mic Drop Harmony (BINI_Aiah & Female!Reader Fanfiction)
FanfictionMic Drop Harmony (BINI_Aiah & Female!Reader Fanfiction) 🚫 Male Readers ❗❗❗DNI ❗❗❗ You were destined to clash. Y/N, the lead guitarist of a rising band, and Aiah, the fiery rapper of your cousin's chart-topping girl group, were constantly at odds...
