Why me? >Woosan<

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"So as you know, Ateez is having a concert next weekend and guess what, guys!" Minji was practically bouncing out of her chair, her voice carrying over the quiet clink of cups around the café.

"I got us tickets!" she squealed, eyes sparkling as she slapped her phone down on the table like it was proof in a courtroom. "VVVIP! I won them on a radio show and I could pick who to bring, so obviously, we're all going."

She clapped her hands like a kid at Christmas, completely oblivious to the few heads turning at her volume.

Wooyoung blinked, still trying to process what she had just said.

VVVIP?

Was that even a real thing?

They sat in their usual spot at the small café near campus, tucked into a corner booth that always smelled faintly of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon rolls. It was the kind of place that felt warm and familiar, the kind where the staff already knew what you were going to order before you said it.

The four of them had practically claimed the booth as theirs.

Wooyoung, Minho, Jun, and Minji had been friends since elementary school. Their friendship had started the day Minji punched a boy who had tripped Wooyoung in the cafeteria line. The boy had cried. Minji had been sent to the principal's office.

And Wooyoung had followed her there, because it felt wrong to let her take the blame alone.

They'd been inseparable ever since.

Even now in college.

"VVVIP means meet and greet, photos, early entry, the whole thing," Minji gushed, leaning halfway across the table like she couldn't contain the excitement inside her.

Wooyoung nodded slowly, pretending he understood what half of that meant.

Meet and greet?

Photos?

That sounded dangerously close to actually interacting with famous people.

The thought made something nervous twist in his stomach.

Minji's enthusiasm, however, was contagious.

The waitress stopped by with a knowing smile, long since used to Minji's dramatic announcements. Jun ordered his usual latte, Minho chose something iced, and Minji barely paused long enough to request her caramel macchiato before launching straight back into how she was finally going to see her bias.

"Mingi," she sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like she was starring in her own romance drama.

Wooyoung chuckled softly into his drink.

This was going to be interesting.

-

The following week, Minji talked about nothing but Ateez.

Every conversation somehow circled back to them.

She had her outfit planned down to the smallest detail.

"A short black dress," she explained proudly one afternoon, holding up photos on her phone. "Chain belt, boots, and obviously,"

She held up the final item like it was a sacred artifact.

"A cowboy hat."

Jun stared at her.

"A cowboy hat?"

"For Mingi," she said simply, sighing like the explanation should have been obvious.

Wooyoung didn't question it.