'Pile out!' Seungcheol called out the window as the the cars pulled into the parking lot. Everyone got out and stood together in a large circle. 'Anyone have the time?'
'8:30, hyung-nim.' Minghao stated, checking his phone.
'Thanks, Minghao. So, we have an hour to get ready. We might as well go in.'
'Hello. You would be...' The secretary paused as she filed through her papers.'Seventeen and Naeyeon-ssi?' Everyone nodded. 'Please come this way and I will take you to your dressing rooms.' She stood up, brushed off her black skirt and strode off with us behind her. He stopped in front of two doors and pointed to the one on the left. 'This is you room, Naeyeon-ssi. We have a phone in there which you can use to call us to send in the stylists when you are ready for them.' She then turned to the door on the right and stated that this was to be the boys' room. Everyone bowed and the secretary left as we all walked into our rooms.
My room was a suitably sized room for me and it was quite cute. The walls were light grey and it seemed to have a blue, white and grey aesthetic all through. Against the back wall sat a table with a selection of cookies, fruit and drinks to snack on while I waited. Looking to the left of me, I notice a makeup table and to the right of me, was a rack of clothes, pinned to the first article of clothing was a note. "We have your details so, all these clothes should be in your size." Browsing through the outfits here, nothing really catches my eye. Sitting on a couch near the makeup table, I struggle my phone free from my purse and begin to scroll through the messages between Kate and me on Kakao Talk.
There were many happy texts between us on there: Talking about how much we love k-dramas, our favorite songs or groups and heaps of other things.
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"Hey Naeyeon..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you like cheesy shit?"
"like, cheesy acts of love"
"Yes"
"why?"
"I think I'm starting to like it"
"ONE OF US"
"I just wanted to ask"
"ONE OF US"
"I blame this drama"
"LOL. blame the drama"
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Without noticing, tears run down my cheeks as I read and drops land on my phone screen.
Knock knock
'Naeyeon? It's me, Jun. Can I come in?' a muffled Junhui inquires through the door. I quickly wipe my eyes and clean up my face before letting him in.
'Hey, Jun.' I muffled, opening the door and keeping my head down.
'Hey-- are you... okay?' He notices my avoiding his face.
'Y-yeah... I'm... I'm fine. What's up?'
'Hold up. You don't seem fine.' He spoke then, lifted my chin up to look at him. 'you've been crying! What happened??' He glances at the chair behind me where I left my phone and he picks it up. 'Oh... This is between you and... oh~' He lightly touched his hand to the skin on my face and stroked my cheek.
I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed fist fulls of his shirt and pulled myself into his chest. I cried - No, I bawled into his shirt, unable to control my tears. He stood still, not moving a muscle until, I felt his arms slowly cross over my back and his hands rested on my waist. I could feel his warm body on mine and I could hear his heartbeat through his chest at a constant, steady pace. It was calming and I never wanted to let go. I kept crying for a little bit until I felt better and Jun slowly released me. He looked at my face and I looked at his. His eyes were slightly watery and his cheeks bloomed into faded colors of pink roses.
'Waaaah! You guys look soo cute together!!'
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An Idol's Misery - Wen Junhui fanfiction
Fanfiction"We're just friends." "But are we really? What am I to you, Yoon Naeyeon?" "Junhui, I'm not sure, myself, but when you're not around, I feel alone. Even in a room full of people."
