𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 | Debut or Die x Male OC

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⌜ Five days later. . . ⌟

I lay flat on my apartment floor, feeling bored.

There wasn’t much to do anyway, and Moondae, Sejin B, and Ahyeon were up in the tallest building of T1's convention center.

I think only those in the top 1 team from the first evaluation get to go there today.

I sighed. “What am I supposed to do right now?” I muttered to myself.

⌜ Host, don't lie flat on the floor, you'll get sick! (｡Ó﹏Ò｡) ⌟

"Only idiots catch colds," I mumbled, brushing it off.

⌜ ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) Don't blame me if you catch a cold. ⌟

Who would even blame you?

I rolled my eyes and smirked. “Well, I’m not an idiot, so I won't catch a cold.” I pushed myself off the floor and sat up, trying to shake off the boredom.

⌜ (≖_≖ ) ...seriously? ⌟

What?

⌜ You little-- nevermind. (¬'‸´¬) ⌟

I rolled my eyes at the system's half-finished words and slipped on my grey cardigan.

I simply tousled my hair back, grabbed my phone and some cash, and stepped out of my apartment.

⌜ Host, where are you going? ⌟

I can't just lay down there doing nothing, I want to have some fun.

I smiled brightly as I hurried down the emergency stairs, the sunlight hitting my face and wrapping me in its warmth after being indoors.

As I strolled along the path, I scanned the nearby café for any available tables, hoping to find the perfect spot to relax and enjoy my drink.

I stepped inside the well-known café, greeted by the comforting aroma of coffee and baked goods. After ordering a salted caramel frappe, I found an empty window seat that offered a perfect view of the bustling street outside. Settling in, I pulled out my phone and texted Moondae, eager to share my plans for the day.

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PRIVATE MESSAGE
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[NAM SEOJUN]
Do you have any time for me to spare?
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I tapped my index finger on the table, feeling a wave of anxiety as I wondered how Moondae would respond.

⌜ That's a bold move. ⌟

What is?

⌜ You making the first step to ask someone. ⌟

⌜ I'm so proud of you, Host! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ ⌟

“Excuse me... Are you the idol trainee from Season 3?” a girl asked, her lips pressed into a thin line.

I looked up to see who was speaking, and to my surprise, I don't know who she was.

⌜ (눈_눈) You've got to be kidding us. ⌟

No, seriously. I don't know her at all.

⌜ Of course you won't! She is one of your supporters! (ᗒᗣᗕ) ⌟

“I was watching the video, and you definitely look like him…!” she exclaimed, showing me her tablet with a clip of Nam Seojun performing his solo evaluation.

“Oh, that’s me,” I said flatly, a small smile creeping onto my face as I glanced at the video.

⌜ Huh? ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ? ⌟