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hi i'm y/n - ateez yunho

[let me know if this should have a part two, also this is purely satire and exaggerated for entertainment, also thank you so much for wishing me well since my last update]

[08:18]

hi, i'm y/n and today is my birthday, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, i have decided it was my birthday but i'm not going to let anyone know because they'll automatically know already because i'm y/n.

today i woke up really early because i was going my job where i work as a cashier at a bakery shop right beside the kq entertainment company building.

we were so near the tall building that if i step outside, i would see that there are fans already lining up at the entrance, waiting for their biases and biaswreckers to return from practice or a meeting.

i go into the bathroom mirror and look at myself; my beautiful eyes, my small nose, my luscious lips, wow, i was gorgeous and it was all natural because i'm y/n.

then i'm in the shower and i sing my heart out, dancing to nothing but the sound of my voice as it rings out through the bathroom acoustics.

i'm a good singer, a great singer, but i decided i'm too good to become a trainee, i'm a cashier at a bakery.

to be truly honest, i really don't care for idols and their fame, sure they're talented and beautiful but it's their life so they can do as they wish.

simply, i'm not a fan nor do i worry about it because i'm y/n.

even if the hottest kpop boy idol group ateez could be working in the building next to me, i could care less because there was no way in hell i would ever meet them.

i get out of the shower and put on my clothes before putting on the most beautiful but soft, toned-down makeup.

i didn't need a lot because i was already really pretty, natural beauty, duh.

even though i'm so pretty, like i'm pretty, i don't know i'm pretty and so when people tell me "oh my god, you're so pretty" i just smile and awkwardly shake my head, going along with what they say.

i'm insecure as a person because i'm y/n and i know i'll meet someone who won't make me feel so insecure anymore because they'll tell me they love me and stuff.

but i know it won't be today or ever because i have no hope in life because i'm y/n.

so i'm ready to leave the house when i realise holy shit i'm late for work and so i run all the way to the bakery shop which just so happens to be near my house because i'm rich like that.

i mean my family is rich because i'm y/n and we have a lot of money because my father is like a ceo or something like that, i don't know he's rich, okay.

but anyway, i live by myself in this big giant house because i'm rich but i don't really like talking about my family's wealth because it makes me uncomfortable.

i'm just living a normal life as a normal girl and i want to keep things that way.

then when i'm inside the bakery shop, i begin to work, taking orders, making them, making money because i'm rich but i still want more money but i don't like talking about my money because i'm rich.