"let the countdown begin!"
those are the words that everyone wants to hear, ten seconds before their twenty second new year's.
but what happens if the souls that switch just aren't set for the stars?
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one,
wheein:
wheein rummages through her cluttered bag for her lipgloss, sighing. she finds it, and quickly applies it, brushing bright red across her lips. the car hits a bump, and wheein's hand wavers, smudging outside the lines. "wendyyy!" she groans "you smudged my lipstick, bitch." wheein pouts jokingly, glaring at the driver. a hint of a smile inches onto wendy's face as she grips the steering wheel of the old citroen she stole from her grandma. the car hits another pothole, and wendy's large hoop earrings jangle. "deal with it, hun. it's not my fault that this highway is a flattened piece of shit." she grins. wheein shifts the mirror over so she can fix the smudge. "hey!" wendy laments, "i need that, hoe. you wanna die or something?"
"i mean, kinda." wheein retaliates.
"omg, same. you're so relatable and quirky, wheein, teach me your ways." wendy rolls her eyes, taking a hand off the wheel to throw up several peace signs. "we got tickets to your favourite band's fan meet, silly!"
wheein has to cover the ear-spanning smile that erupts on her face. she is deathly excited. but also deathly nervous. wheein has thought hard on this, though, and she has decided that it would probably be better to put those intrusive thoughts away and focus on the highlights. for christ's sake, she's going to see her soulmate! "here it is." wendy mutters under her breath, eyes set on the exit. she takes a right and the cat veers off the highway. wheein feels her heart pull from inside her body. she knows that she's close, now. wendy pulls up to a nondescript glass building, tall and boring looking.
"where to park, where to park..." wendy murmurs under her breath, scanning the parking lot from her perch on the musty car seat. the lot is packed, as well as the building, which simply has crowds and crowds gushing out of it like water. it's hot for april, and everyone's sweaty. "there!" wheein points at an empty space and wendy wheels the car around, slowing to a stop.
wheein checks her outfit once more. she arranged it specially for today, spent hours thinking about it. then when she put it on this morning, she knew she looked absolutely bomb. a tight red crop top, baggy pants, hair in french braids, and sunglasses. the sunglasses part was gonna come in handy later. they step out of the car and walk towards the building. there, on a banner, written in colourful letters, 'DYSMB FAN MEET', and the members' faces are detailed below. not gonna lie, wheein's heart skips a couple beats when her eyes catch poster hwasa's.
this is it.
hwasa is just inside that building, metres away. the astronomical pull that it has on her is phenomenal. wheein feels her feet moving involuntarily, one in front of the other, until she arrives at the glass doors. she stands in front of them hesitantly as they slide open, and wendy walks inside. cool air from the blasting AC hits her, and goosebumps rise on her forearms. wheein takes a deep breath, exhales, and follows wendy, who is becoming impatient. "c'mon!" she huffs. "we didn't get VIP tickets to stand around, hoe."
they show their tickets to the bouncer, and walk inside the crowded room. wendy begins looking for their seats, but wheein stops, seemingly in a trance.
