Chapter Fifteen: Celebration tears
Today was the day of Ong and I's fake wedding, it was also the day that we ended our time on the show. Everything we had been through was coming to an end and it was hard to not be a little upset about everything. Ong and I had gotten pretty close and now we were being separated quickly.
South Korea had grown on me and I really enjoyed my time over here, but I was fighting with myself because I love America as well. Though I needed to figure out what I was going to do after the show, today was all about Ong and me.
Today would be the last time that we had a reason to see each other and honestly it was making me sort of sad. Over the last couple of months, we had grown rather close and were quite comfortable with each other. It wasn't going to be fun when I couldn't see or talk to him as much as I used to.
Keeping with American tradition I requested that Ong and I don't see each other until the actual ceremony. This meant that Ong slept with the rest of Wanna One for the night and I stayed alone in the apartment.
In the morning I was woken by someone knocking on my door. I was expecting this but it still freaked me out a bit when it woke me. Yoojung was the first face I saw as she forced her way into the room pulling me into a tight hug. "Oh our little girl is all grown up," she said pretending to wipe away a fake tear.
I smiled as the other girls walked in until ten girls stood in my apartment all giving me a large smile. "Were all back?" I said opening my arms starting a group hug which the girls joined in on.
"Okay, let's get you ready for this" Somi said clapping her hands together getting all of the girls to quiet down and listen to her.
Some of the members knew a bit about hair or makeup so I knew I was in good hands and wasn't worried. The group of girls made themselves comfortable throughout my apartment pulling out makeup to start getting ready.
Ong and I's wedding wasn't going to be normal because our groups were going to be our bridesmaids and groomsmen. We were each going to have ten people standing behind us so I already knew the photos were going to be insane. But I knew the rest of the country was going to tune in because a large topic is a way Wanna One and IOI would interact with each other. I couldn't lie, I was interested to see how the two groups would act together as well.
"So Ong huh, how is he. He was always so quiet, but now he seems the opposite" Yoojung said as she messed with my hair.
I smiled happy that she wasn't pushing on the fact that she had a suspicion that I like Ong. "He is quiet but at the same time loud and obnoxious, but not enough to annoy me," I told her. Sometimes the boy could get a little loud but it never annoyed me to the point where I was annoyed with him.
She nodded "You guys have some of the highest ratings in the show's history," she told me still messing with my hair.
Whoever came up with the idea of putting a Wanna One and IOI member together on this show was an absolute genius. "I know that was pretty smart of them, not to mention Ong and I already knew each other," I said.
They really had changed everything for these episodes and it seemed to be working out for them. If I wasn't on the show I would definitely be watching the show cheering on my fellow group members.
"So Hana, what is it like to live with a guy," Mina asked walking into the bathroom where Yoojung and I were.
None of the members have had boyfriends while being on promotion so I understood why they were curious. "Honestly weird, the first time I woke up next to him I freaked out because I forgot that we were staying together," I said causing the two to laugh. "But it was fun and nice. Somebody was always there if you needed anything" I said thinking back to our time together.
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Dance for Me (Ong Seungwoo)
FanfictionHaha a Korean-American travels back to Korea to help out on the second season of Produce 101. Having competed in season one and choreographed for the top names in the American industry, Hana is the perfect dancer to train the 101 boys into actual id...