REQUESTED "you've been dreaming about this, haven't you."
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1:27 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻◁ II ▷↺
y/n pov
it's only been a few weeks since i debuted, and as i stand in the dressing room, waiting for my turn to perform at this week's music show, a realization suddenly dawns on me—this is the last performance of my debut song. the thought feels strange, almost unreal. just last week, i had my first win, and it was like a dream come true. instead of being the fan behind the screen, proudly watching my idols, i'm the one who gets to stand on the stage. it still feels surreal, as if i'm living someone else's life.
my thoughts are interrupted when my eyes land on the small tv screen in the corner of the dressing room. the music show hosts are announcing the next performance, and i hold my breath in anticipation as "walk" by nct 127 begins to play. i'm an sm artist myself, and while my promotions are ending, nct's comeback was today. i've only met them once before in a brief interaction in the hallway of the sm building. but now, seeing them perform, i can't take my eyes off the screen.
throughout the performance, my focus narrows to one particular person though—haechan. the way his body moves, the way he hits those notes effortlessly—it's mesmerizing. i find myself stunned. how come i never noticed he had this kind of charm? but before i can fully process what i'm feeling, the performance ends—far too quickly if you'd ask me—and the hosts reappear on the screen. a pang of disappointment hits me as i'm left wanting more.
as butterflies flutter in my stomach, the staff calls me to get ready for my performance. my earpieces are already in place, the mic securely attached to my outfit. all that's left is to walk out on stage. the closer i get to the stage, the more nervous i become. i can feel my heartbeat quicken as i rush down the hallway, a few staff members trailing behind me. suddenly, nct 127 rounds the corner, looking exhausted from their performance. we exchange polite greetings, and they wish me luck, but all i can think of in those few seconds is him. my cheeks heat up when my eyes meet his, and i quickly try to push the thoughts aside, focusing on what's important right now—my performance.
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haechan's pov
i hold a small electric fan in front of my face, eager to watch y/n's stage. even though we haven't properly talked before, there's something about her that intrigues me. as the music starts, i get pulled out of my thoughts, and some of the members join me as we gather around the screen. my jaw almost drops as i become completely absorbed in her performance. i don't even realize how invested i am until it ends, and the other members start laughing at me. i'm still staring at the screen, not registering that it's already over.
