fame || s.hs + c.hw

二

hyungwon's p.o.v

the smell of the slow-roasted beans filled my nostrils. the soothing music putting me at ease. the sound of blenders going off, blending delicious beverages. flavorful pastries looking pretty and good enough to eat. my name is chae hyungwon and i'm an everyday, common barista.

present time

my co-worker, chaerin, but owns the nickname "cl", was freaking out about something. it was probably over something small.

"oh my god, guys! wonho's concert was amazing! he did so many hipthrusts and bodyrolls and i just- aaaahhhhh!" the rest of the workers were very intrigued by cl's major fangirling and her story of the concert. but i was confused.

who was "wonho"?

"who is wonho," i asked in a very confused manner. as soon as i asked that question, everyone had an offended look on their face.

"um. you know. wonho. shin hoseok. the king of sexy. a literal god," my other co- worker, moonbyul, said. i just shrugged my shoulders still not knowing who this wonho character is.

"well, you see my dear friend," my closest friend and co-worker, minhyuk, began, "wonho is a literally a god in the music industry..." the nonstop praise went on and that's how i now know about wonho.

chaerin and minhyuk showed me of some of his music. to my surprise, i actually liked it. it was so lively and upbeat. his dance were so swift and matched the rhythm of the songs so perfectly. not too mention he was a very attractive man. i would love to ha- hey! what am i saying. wonho is a celebrity and probably doesn't know i exist. oh well.

i went back to work and had taken the couple of orders who were at register. time seemed to have flown by, because, now, it was 8:00 pm. closing time.

moonbyul and minhyuk stayed with me to help close up, but they were in the kitchen. i was in the dining area cleaning up. since i was the only one in here, i started singing softly to love paint by nu'est.

while i was singing, sweeping the floors, and wiping off the tables, moonbyul and minhyuk had heard me. from the embarrassment, i quickly stopped and went back to work; my face turning red as a tomato.

"oh my god, hyungwon! you sound amazing," minhyuk screamed, running towards me.

"i didn't know you could sing. you sound amazing," moonbyul casually said with a smile plastered on her face.

i was surprised i was getting so many compliments. my singing is okay, but it wasn't so much to fawn over. my friends were making my singing seem like the best thing they heard.

"yeah i do. but I like to keep it to myself. i get embarrassed way too easily when i sing publicly."

"you have a talent, hyungwon. who knows... maybe one day you can turn out like wonho and have adoring fans and music contract," minhyuk stated.

"probably," i said as i continued to clean up.

i kept thinking about what minhyuk said. me being a singer sounded ludicrous. but actually it sounded like a dream.

i reached my apartment complex at around 9:10 pm. all the rooms were a decent size and very affordable to live in. especially for how much space there was in the apartment.

i opened my door and went straight to the shower. once i finished showering, i got dressed, laid on my bed, and stayed up for the next couple of hours on my phone. i figured i don't have to be at work until 12:00 pm. so why not?

the time now read 1:30 am. i got a notification from both twitter and instagram that wonho posted something. chaerin had turned on my notifications for when wonho posted when i wasn't looking, but i wasn't complaining. just means i get to look at him more.

i tapped the notification and it led me to the most cutest selfie of him. wonho was wrapped up in a blanket, eye smiling while holding a rilakumma plushie. i quickly liked the picture and hurried off to sleep.

i covered myself in the soft blankets and had drifted to sleep.

that night. i had a dream. but not just an ordinary dream. if anything i can say it was magical and very similar to heaven...