Yedam walks out of the dressing room, scanning the space until his eyes land on the back of a tall woman with long, brown, wavy hair. He quickly looks away and goes towards the entourage of Treasure members waving at him by the warehouse entrance.
"Are you nervous? Are you wearing makeup? You look like an actor." Junkyu grabs Yedam's shoulders, his handsome face bright and filled with enthusiasm.
Doyoung comes by with a selfie stick, "and here's the star of the show, Yedam-ah say hello to the Treasure makers! Teu-ha!"
Yedam smiles and waves at the camera until someone at the entrance catches his attention.
Jeongwoo was the first to speak "Isn't that...?"
Walking towards them is P.K carrying a box of Bacchus-D and Park Seo Joon carrying iced coffees. The tall, handsome, famous actor, Park Seo Joon is walking beside P.K and headed in their direction.
"Hey boys, have you met Park Seo Joon? Seo Joon, these are the members of Treasure. You recognize Bang Yedam right? From Kpop star?" P.K made introductions and greetings were exchanged.
In his deep voice, Haruto tells Seo Joon, "You're even famous in Japan, my little sister and mom love you!"
Seo Joon shyly laughs it off and asks, "Do you guys know where Yun Jeong is?"
"Yun Jeong?" Yedam asks, confusion on his face.
"Oh, he meant YJ. He's the only one that still calls her by her full name." P.K explains.
"Oh. I think she's getting her makeup done," Yedam tells him.
Seo Joon thanked him and walked around the group, politely bowing and saying hello to the staff members he passed on the way to the makeup station. It's as if the whole room was awake and aware of his presence.
Yedam's eyes followed intently as Seo Joon approached YJ reading a book in the makeup chair. She's wearing a long flowy dress with a floral pattern and it looks like her makeup is done.
Seo Joon leans against the table in front of YJ, still reading her book, and holds the ice coffee straw directly in front of her mouth.
Without looking up, YJ takes the straw into her mouth and takes a long drink.
"Ahh" she refreshingly exclaims and continues reading without missing a beat.
Seo Joon stares and waits.
"..."
YJ laughs at the awkward pause and finally looks up from her book. "Why are you here?"
"Do I make you nervous?" Seo Joon teased.
"Aren't you in the middle of shooting a drama? You sure have a lot of free time these days." She takes the coffee from him and takes another drink.
"It's your first shoot, I had to come support."
"Or to embarrass me." They both laugh.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in this much makeup."
"I don't think I've ever worn this much makeup."
"You look pretty."
"I know." Seo Joon immediately slaps YJ's arm and they both laugh loudly.
Over Seo Joon's shoulder, she spots Yedam watching their exchange. She catches his attention and waves him over.
"Yedam, have you met Park Seo Joon?"
"We met earlier", Seo Joon answers for him.
Yedam shyly smiles and nods his head in agreement. "How do you know each other?" He asks them. They seem...close.
"The three of us, P.K, Yun Jeong and I are childhood friends. We grew up together and stayed close ever since. I figured since this was her first music video shoot, I'd come support."
"Ahh I see" Yedam nods his head slowly.
"If his presence is distracting, I can kick him out" YJ tells him with a serious face.
Yedam finally meets YJ's gaze. She's beautiful. Brighter somehow. He couldn't help but wonder if it was because of Seo Joon.
She tips her head to the side in question.
"No no, of course he's not a distraction. It's an honor to have sunbae here." Yedam quickly recovers looking up to see a knowing smirk on Seo Joon's face.
"Can Yedam and YJ please come on set" someone announces over the speakers.
Yedam waits for YJ as she gets up from her chair and fixes her dress.
"Ok, let's go" she says to Yedam, as they leave Seo Joon behind.
YOU ARE READING
Wayo: A Bang Yedam Story
RomanceA song that wasn't written for him, but became his story to tell. No one will ever know that it belongs to her. A look behind Bang Yedam's journey leading up to the release of Wayo.