ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Like hell I'll agree to something like that."

The meeting room grew cold as the tall man stood up, protesting loudly for everyone in attendance to hear. His eyes locked onto the man across the table, who remained seated, his expression just as unimpressed by the staff's new proposal.

"Mingyu, sit down. No need to cause a fit here."

"Hyung, you know I don't want to do anything with that idiot. I'd rather bite my tongue and bleed here than spend any time alone with him."

Everyone shook their heads, each wearing their own version of tired expressions as they listened to yet another tantrum from Mingyu. Slowly, they all turned their attention to the other member, the one who was always the calmer one of the pair.

"Wonwoo-ssi? What do you think?"

Wonwoo sighs, his lips pressed into a tight line as he studies the screen once more. He holds back an eye roll, barely managing to keep his composure.

"You want us to act more friendly with each other?"

The staff member across from him nods, clipboard in hand, clicking onto the next slide.

"More specifically, we wanted to promote you both as the group's next pairing. Just like with Scoups and Jeonghan, or Seungkwan and Vernon."

"You basically want us to do fanservice. Isn't that right, noona?"

The woman looks at Wonwoo apologetically, then nods meekly. Her eyes dart between Wonwoo and Mingyu, who is still standing, fuming even more at the word "fanservice" that Wonwoo just mentioned.

"Hah... good luck with that. The closest thing to skinship I can muster with that bastard would probably be a punch straight to his face."

"Would you just sit down, Mingyu? Listen for a minute before you start acting up."

Mingyu looks down at their manager, his pleading eyes red, probably from the lack of sleep. It didn't help that he had to play referee every time these two members met, which was a daily occurrence considering they're literally in the same group.

He finally sits down, his hands clenched into fists as he fights the urge to crawl across the table and strangle the smug look on Wonwoo's face.

Wonwoo, however, chooses to disregard Mingyu's glare, already set on how he'd act around him—outright ignoring him.

"How in the world did you guys even come to the conclusion that we'll even sell?" Wonwoo asks, his face initially showing a faint look of confusion, which quickly turns into disbelief. "I feel like fans like him more with Myungho, or me with Hoshi."

Another staff member steps forward from the side, handing each member a tab with an open article displayed on the screen.

"After what happened during the last fan meeting, fans have been circulating these pictures of you two. They're completely convinced that you're the best of friends behind the cameras." She pauses, clearing her throat as she glances at the two men, whose brows are now furrowed in absolute horror at what they're reading. "Though, to us, it seemed like you two were this close to ripping each other's throats out. But to them... well, let's just say they interpreted your death glares as looks of passion or something like that."

Working as a K-pop idol wasn't just about singing and dancing, unfortunately for Wonwoo, who thought that was pretty much all it would entail when he auditioned to become one.

He had to learn that the hard way.

Confusion struck him first as he heard the fans scream louder with every moment he brushed shoulders with one of his members.