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BTS Caretaker CH34

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 5,092

- Author Note: Hello! i am finally updating on time hahaha :< okay im being serious!

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Chapter 34

“Seul! Don’t forget the rice, you don’t want those starving boys to eat side dishes only” she heard her mom hollered from the kitchen while Seul fixed her hair hurriedly. “Yes mom! Coming” with one final glance, she exited her room and lifted the heavy bags on the ground to be brought to studio where Bangtan had their filming.

Mrs Hwang looked unamused watching her daughter’s struggle “Are you sure, you don’t want Hoon to help you with those?” Hoon’s ears perked up in interest when he heard his name being called.

“Nuna won’t let me, she is possessive over her Bangtan oppas” Seul sneered, throwing daggers at Hoon’s away. Their mother nodded with an unknowing smile that annoyed her even more. The longer she stayed it would only give them the upper hand to make fun of her.

Sulkily, Seul pushed her body to the front door, slipping on her favourite sneaker “Tell your oppas that I say hi” she teased.

“Mom! Don’t gang up on me with Hoon. I am leaving” she pursed her lips into a pout, as she exited the apartment. Seul made her way to the studio with happy thoughts, and since she hadn’t seen the boys for weeks, it doubled her excitement.

Earlier that day she received a call from Manager Sejin who seek assistance from Seul since there was no available staff to handle Bangtan’s lunch. Considering that they had to reschedule the filming of their new music video earlier than they had planned, the team managed to get almost everyone on the set except one or two runners who supposed to look after the boys’ welfare during the filming.

That was how Seul came in, indeed she’s quite helpful at some point. Seul might be an amateur about how the industry work, but this young lady could adapt with her surrounding super-fast, which made her the perfect runner whenever Bighit in need of extra hands.

Arriving at the scene one hour before their lunch break, cheerfully, she skidded inside greeting the staffs along her way. Some staffs that she used to work together in Las Vegas before looked excited and happy to see her again. As soon as her eyes landed on Semmy, the head stylist, her smile turned into a wide goofy grin “Unnie!” she walked over to the older woman.

“Seul, oh god! Good to see you again. I heard from Sejin that you are coming, are those the boys’ food I see inside the bags?” she showed off her cute dimple smile.

“Glad to see you again unnie! Yes, it is theirs. Where can I place this?” Seul beamed while her eyes scanned the huge indoor studios until it stopped on the set not far from her. The set looked pretty colourful with a touch of galaxy and universe element around them, she assumed the concept was different from their previous comeback. Scuff marks on the floor was evident which simply means they had went through the dance non-stop since god knew when.

Those hardworking babytans would not let take anything for granted.

“Their waiting room, the boys are having their shoot next door. There is another set which is like this. Let me help you” Semmy offered to carry one of the bags and led the way to the waiting room. Seul could hear loud music beyond the wooden wall and to know that the boys were there put her heart at ease at least.

Placing the bag down, Seul carefully took out the lunchboxes one by one setting it on the empty table with a soft smile. Obviously, it was past their lunch time, she wondered how they got their energy to dance hard without having proper food.

“You can wait here, they will finish in an hour maximum, so let me know if you need anything. I need to check on them” Semmy packed necessary items inside her small pouch hanging loosely around her waist. Glancing at the clueless girl, she finally cracked another sweet smile as if she could read Seul’s mind.

Semmy let out a soft chuckle “It would be great if you are willing to help me, assisting the boys. Are you up for it?” upon hearing the offer, it only took her five seconds to respond with so much enthusiasm.

“Yes! Can I help? I don’t think it will be fun to sit here alone” the latter then smiled shyly.

“Of course, Seul. I would love to have you back in my team even it is for this period only, lets go. Bring extra facial tissues and compact powder, you may need to dry off their sweat” Seul obeyed the charismatic head stylist and quickly picked up necessary items before setting off with her to the other side of the world.

The world with sweet manly scent.

There was no doubt this thick smell in the air was made for manly men like Bangtan, fresh and musky.

Semmy and Seul were greeted by friendly smiles from the staffs who seemed busy cleaning the black scratches on the floor, and few men were fixing the lights at the corner which was used for the filming. Her eyes once again wandered around to find the exact faces that she had been dying to see since weeks ago. Stood behind the director were Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi looking serious in their discussion.

On the other hand, Taehyung and Jimin were sitting side by side getting pampered by their stylist noona. Those two were sweating so much that they had to dry off the jackets that they wore so it could be worn again for the next take. Meanwhile, Jin and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen near them. They were off to washroom or something, she thought.

Sunshine Hoseok was the first one who noticed her presence there and threw the warmest smile ever. It did not stop right there, like a flash, she saw him already making his way toward her, pulling the small girl into his embrace “I missed you” he whispered earnestly.

“I thought it was a one-sided thing. I missed you too Hobi. So much!” she returned the hug as passionate as his. “Seul, you look thinner. Did you overwork yourself?” Seul pulled away from the hug and stared at the leader with a scoff.

“Speak for yourself Namjoon-ssi. Look at you guys! It is not even a month, and you guys looks skinnier than the last time I saw you. How is this possible?” she exclaimed in disbelief. For an odd reason, Yoongi stood stiffly there behind the director without moving an inch. Neither did he greet Seul nor he smiled like he usually did. Seul couldn’t help but to notice Yoongi’s odd behaviour, it seemed a little off to her.

Did she do something to upset him?

Or was it the stress from this filming messing his mind?

“It is promotional period missy; therefore, it is normal for us to appear healthy and good in front of Armys” an arm slung around her shoulder from her right-side startling her, then she realized it was Kim Seokjin.

“Jinnie!” her eyes twinkled in happiness to finally see that handsome man again this close to her. It was obvious among the boys, only Jin didn’t go through such a drastic change. Deep down inside she’s glad to see everyone looking healthy and energetic just that she wouldn’t never understand why it mattered to lose a little weight during their promotional period.

Absurd.

The boys looked damn fine, they didn’t need to lose weight just because of this.

Namjoon lost not a little but quite a lot of his signature baby fats around his cheeks. It was one of her favourite area that she adored the most because whenever the older guy smiled, his cute dimple matched that chubby cheeks of his. Like it was meant to be that way. His face glowed up ten times more with the presence of those cheeks.

Jin squished her shoulder, smiling from ear to ear “I missed you Seul. Are you doing fine without us?” if anyone could see the obvious jealousy in Yoongi’s eyes, they would probably think the man might be able to crush Jin’s bones using that fiery eyes of his.

To her distaste, she could feel Yoongi hard gaze on her and before she could turn to find him, he was already gone. Her lips slightly parted, sighing inwardly. Seul returned her attention to Jin and chatted with him to erase the uneasiness in her for the time being. Her body was used to the job as Semmy’s temporary assistant. Moving fluidly around assisting Semmy with the boys’ hair and outfits, Seul still got the momentum.

Seul returned to the set with a new jacket that was meant for Jungkook. They had finished their group shots and were left with individual shot before having a short break. Walking up to Taehyung, Seul inquired him the maknae whereabouts “Jungkook is sitting there, waiting for his turn” he blinked and pointed out at the direction near to Jimin’s individual shot.

“I got this, thanks Tae!” she grinned.

Stealthily, she approached the figure sitting cross legged on the floor with his back facing her “Jungkook-ah” she called out softly. When she earned zero response from him, she furrowed her brows and crouched down in front of him.

Seul was surprised to see Jungkook dozed off in that position. He looked dead-ass exhausted and fragile in this state, poor guy. She rested her chin on top of her knees, as she scrutinized the man in front of her, admiring his perfect facial feature. If and only they were in a room alone, she would love to feel his soft skin at the tip of her fingers.

She expelled of a soft sigh, mentally scolding herself for being inconsistent with her feelings. Seul realized, this thing must be stopped. Leading them on would only cause pain in the future, with that she had to make up her mind soon.

There was a small movement coming from him as his nose scrunched up cutely and his head was tilted to the side slightly. With Seul quick reflex, she placed her palm under Jungkook’s chin to keep his head still, so he won’t hurt his neck when he woke up. She stayed like that ignoring her already sore arms.

Seul was lost in her own little world for her to notice every pair of eyes in the room were on both of them. Some of the staffs were already whispering at the corner, questioning their closeness. Even the busy bee Jimin stole few seconds of his time to witness the scene not far from him with a deep frown.

Semmy flicked Jimin’s forehead earning a soft whine from the cute guy “You are so obvious. Stop frowning” she teased.

“I didn’t do anything” he protested.

“Yes, you did. I smelled something burnt”

“What?” bewildered, Jimin eyes the older woman suspiciously.

A playful smirk spread across her face “Your heart it is burning” she poked fun while her fingers did her job, fixing her blond lock back to its original state. Jimin pressed his plump lips together into a thin line, ignoring Semmy’s tease to appear professional.

Five minutes later, Jungkook was awoken by the loud noise came from Namjoon and Jin. Those two brats were basically fooling around on the dance floor, having their so called mini dance battle. Unamused by the interruption, his eyes fluttered opened only to be welcomed by Seul’s face. Jungkook blinked his eyes making sure he wasn’t dreaming. Her pale, skinnier face was serene.

“Yah..” that was the first thing came out from his beautiful lips.

Cringing, Seul raised one of her brows, tossing Jungkook a questionable expression. “Yah? That is not how you greet your nuna!” she removed her hand hastily from his chin.

“Nuna? Since when you are my nuna?” he rolled his eyes.

“Jeon Jungkook. You are becoming rude. Why are you sleeping like this? Get proper seat and take a short nap” she gave him a light pat on his back.

“It is okay nuna, since you are doing me a favour like this. I don’t mind sleeping all day” he clucked his tongue inside his mouth. Seul ruffled his hair and arose from her feet “Enough fooling around Jungkook, it is your turn soon. Take off your jacket” he looked at her with admiration.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, while keeping that arrogant smirk of his “Nuna, you are so sly and straightforward. Can it wait till we are alone?” her eyes widened in pure horror.

“No, you idiot. Take off your jacket so you can wear the new one for your individual shot. God, you are impossible Jeon Jungkook. Who corrupts your innocent brain?” she flicked his forehead, scolding the younger guy.

He puckered his lower lips, faking his sadness to earn Seul’s sympathy “Don’t give me that pouty face. You go all daddy with me a minute ago, now you are acting like a baby” she sneered sarcastically whilst her hand helped him to take off his denim jacket.

“Daddy? So, you are into that huh…Alright…” Jungkook smiled playfully; his nose scrunched up cutely as his eyes turned into little crescents.

“Yah!”

Since when Jeon Jungkook had become this dangerous? Seul mentally cursed while she struggled with her own confusion. Do not fall for it, don’t fall for Jungkook. She reminded herself all over again.

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Finally, they wrapped up their filming the following days with their album jacket shots. It was a hectic week for everyone though the real promotion had not officially started yet until September. Semmy requested for Seul’s presence the last day of their photoshoots to assist the boys on set which she gladly complied without much objections.

Wandering around cluelessly around the large indoor set, she was looking for Min Yoongi. There was something about how he acted around her since few days ago bothering her. She couldn’t simply un-see the obvious, didn’t she?

Since they were done with the shoots, she gathered her courage to confront that man. There’s no way she let this thing slide without a closure. If she wanted to make up her mind, she might as well need to sort this small issue around her wisely.

Climbing up the stairs which led her to the rooftop, this was her last resort. She had been looking for Yoongi everywhere inside and outside the building yet he’s nowhere to be found. Pushing the door open, she hoped to see Suga beyond that door and she was right.

Seul fixed her gaze on the tall, lean figure with his back facing her. She flinched at the vivid image in front of her what looked like a cigarette between his fingers. She had no idea that Yoongi’s the type of guy that smoke, or was she objectifying him just because he’s an idol and not capable of doing such thing.

Yoongi broke his blank stare when he heard hustling sound behind him and he turned around quickly to face Seul. He looked baffled at first however annoyance took over his mind and emotion as soon as he realized it was only Seul.

“Do you smoke?” her steps were timid, yet she managed to stand beside him breathlessly.

He snapped, “How does it matter to you?”

“Of course, it does, your health matters to me Yoongi. Don’t be a brat” she frowned darkly.

“What do you want Seul?” he took a long puff on his cigarette and expelled the smoke slowly. Seul began to cough softly, “Stop smoking and we can talk” she covered her nose to avoid herself from inhaling the polluted air around her.

“I am not in the mood to talk. Now, can you just leave and respect my personal space” he stated firmly.

Showing no sign of backing away Seul clenched her fist in anger as she raised her voice “What the hell is wrong with you?” Yoongi wanted to be offended by her sudden outburst but he knew it was his fault to start this meaningless fight with her.

“You are asking me?” he scoffed.

“Yes, idiot. What is wrong with you? You have been avoiding me the whole week. I could not ignore those daggers that you threw at me. What did I do?” Seul held back his anger wanted to hear it out from him first before jumping into conclusion.

“And you are asking me what is wrong with me?” he shook his head in disbelief. Throwing the lit cigarette on the ground, he stepped on it as he continued “You slept with Jungkook” she looked at him in bewilderment.

How in the world he had access to that information?

Did Jungkook share their intimate moment with Yoongi? Technically, they didn’t actually go all way but why would Jungkook reveal the secret to Yoongi?

Guilt consumed her as she knew it. She had committed the biggest mistake in her life by fooling around with two guys at once. No one should be blamed but her.

How’s she going to fix this.

“I didn’t sleep with him. We got carried away” her voice broke and she wondered if she could say the words she needed to.

“We got carried away too, Ji Seul” he scowled sarcastically. Yoongi raised his hand in frustration “I don’t understand. Jungkook must be one hell of a guy for you to give in that easily! Where your heart lies?” Seul chewed quivering lips preventing it from moving.

She emitted a long and deep sigh “I don’t know Yoongi”

“Damn it. Make up your mind woman!” he was looking at her intently, his eyes darken in anger. It intimidated her. She had never seen Yoongi this angry not even when Jimin calling her a bitch, this talk was serious and became a turning point to everything.

“Jungkook and I have agreed on this, we will give you time to think until we’re done with our comeback promotion”

“What? Yoongi that is impossible...”

Yoongi paused to take a deep breath “It is possible. Think about it thoroughly, I know we are not supposed to push you and forces the answer. We said we will be able to handle this until you are ready however this doesn’t work Seul-ah. This no longer only involves our feelings for you. Did you see? We want to show how much we love you through our action. We don’t want to repeat the same mistakes. We may be brothers, yet we can’t break our bro codes. We’re not sleeping with the same girl, that is fucked up” as much as she hated to be stuck in between, yet she agreed with him. For a moment, she should think the consequences of this messy love stories and stop being selfish.

Yoongi took a step forward, taking her cold hands in his “Seul-ah, make up your mind and we will accept your decision with an open heart. We are ready. Do it for us please?” his cold and demanding voice was long gone. She could feel the desperation and his sincerity making she felts extremely uncomfortable with this situation.

After a long contemplation, Seul decided to comply with their request. At the end of the day, she couldn’t stay like this forever. A decision needs to be made before things got out of hand. “Alright. I agree on that” reluctantly, she let Yoongi engulfed her into a tight hug.

The future is finally here. It’s terrifying.

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Time passes quickly, as in it’s early September already? The date of BTS Love Yourself is set to be released in mid-September. For once she wished to slow down the time, so she could have more time in hand before making the biggest decision in her life.

Truth to be told, Jungkook and Yoongi did not show any obvious flirting towards her lately. Thankfully, they were giving her some space for herself to think and reflect. Oblivious by the situation would be Jimin. Part of her was grateful that Jimin seemed to have lost his interest in her romantically yet she couldn’t help but to wander what changed him.

Jimin treated her more like a best friend or sister. The drastic change in him really triggers her curiosity, though she’s dying to inquire him about them, but she refrained the urge from embarrassing herself in front of Jimin.

That day she had decided to visit their place after her shift ended in the evening, more like she wanted to avoid Mr Kwon at all cost. She had purposely taken morning shift these days to avoid him. Considering he’d showed at the oddest time of the day, Seul found it is safer to work during the day. It is safer to do so.

The rapper line was not home yet as they were still in the studio, whilst Jimin and Jungkook were in their respective rooms doing their own things. As for Jin, he’s lazing on the couch watching random shows while playing with Odeng and Eomuk.

“Do you think Jiminie want to eat this mango pudding?” she hollered from the kitchen.

Jin tilted his head, as his finger stroke Eomuk head gently “Not sure but you can ask him” Seul nodded and closed the fridge, placing the pudding inside the glass bowl. She handed Jin the extra bowl before making his way to Jimin and Hoseok shared room.

She entered the room quietly afraid that the adorable guy was sleeping or doing something important. Seul spotted his small figure under the cover with his back facing the door. Giggling lowly, she took careful step to his bed, and sat on it.

“Jiminie..” she poked his back causing the latter to jump in surprise. “Goodness Jimin! Why are you so jumpy?!” she managed to catch his expensive phone in her hand, shooting him a judgemental look.

“Ji Seul! That is not funny!” he hissed.

“I didn’t do anything to scare you unless you are watching something illegal and dirty that I must not see. Now, let me see what is inside” the corner of her lips was tugged into a mischievous smirk. Realizing what Seul about to do, his eye shot opened as he charged towards the girl to take back his phone.

“Hey, don’t play dirty. Let me see what you are watching!” she stuck her tongue out and escaped from Jimin side to stand few feet away from his bed. She pressed her back against the wall and stared at the screen, baffled.

Seul was fascinated by the content beyond the screen “Give back my phone!” Jimin puffed his cheeks and grabbed his precious phones from Seul. However, it was too late to stop her, she saw everything.

“Jimin I have no idea that you are into that kind of thing” Seul looked to Jimin, confusion in her eyes. Feeling alarmed, Jimin sunk on his bed, rubbing his sweaty palm together nervously. His puffy cheeks turned rosy and it came to her realization, there’s more of the story than just an action out of curiosity.

It couldn’t be that right? Seul blinked, gazing at shy Jimin.

Her throat was aching to ask him that one question which invaded her mind few minutes ago. As absurd as it sounds, she must open to any possibility right. Anything is possible. Love does not have gender, it’s about the person that you love.

Okay..Ji Seul. Go for it. It is now or never. She mustered up her courage and cleared her throat.

“Jimin, do you like Jungkook?”

Flustered by the questions, Jimin stammered between his words “Y-ah..What kind of question is that? O..f course I like Jungkook” he avoided her gaze as his fingers fiddled at the hem of his pyjamas.

“Do you love Jungkook?”

He felt someone was choking him on the throat, yet he tried to remain calm in his seat, something that he failed to do since start. “He is my friend and a brother to me! Of course, I love Jungkook!” he exclaimed a little annoyed.

“Do you love Jungkook more than just a friend and a brother?” she observed his dark expression. Jimin was about to explode in embarrassment and anger, either one of it proved to her that he saw Jungkook more than just a friend.

“Ji Seul! What nonsense is this?!” he grinded his teeth together. “You out of people understand that I like you” she sighed inwardly.

“You like me, but you love Jungkook” Seul’s persistence drove him up the wall.

“YA JI SEUL!” he hissed angrily.

Seul settled on the bed sitting cross-legged, facing her figure to his direction “Okay, tell me something. I caught you reading a manhwa, which happened to be your story with Jungkook. Dude, this is a boyxboy stuff! How can I un-see this?” she watched him in amazement.

Jimin lowered his head at stared at his feet “Fuck. Stop saying nonsense. I am str-aight..I am not into man” he defended himself.

“But you are into Jungkook..” she sassed without giving the guy a break.

“I am into you” Jimin corrected.

“No, you are not. In fact, now I remember when you called me a bitch. You meant it. Bitch, stay away from my Jungkook. Is that what you are trying to convey?” Seul used her smart brain to patch the obvious signal to corner the poor man.

Jimin clenched the bedsheet with a small grunt “Seul, are you drunk. Stop assuming things that you don’t know!” he pleaded as if his life depended on it.

“I am not done Jimin. All your actions towards me were a way for you to escape from these bubbly feelings that you’ve for Jungkook. Am I right? You use me to annoy him. You don’t care whether I am going to love you back or not. You just want to experiment things, to see how far Jungkook can go in winning me. Jimin you love him, but you are in denial” his body went numb. Jimin tried to find word to protest yet this girl had outdone him in one blow. Seul unravelled his identity crisis at once.

In contrary to his sane mind, his mouth kept on denying the facts until he had enough. Jimin feared of himself. He didn’t know if it was the right to do. To love someone like Jungkook, does he deserve a great man like him? Insane.

Stigma from the society.

It was against the rule of nature.

Was it okay to go against it?

“Jimin-ah…Love has no gender, it is okay to fall in love. It’s about the person that you love. When you are in love, you just go with your heart” her soft voice soothed the misery in him. Jimin looks at her sadly, interlacing their hand together in hope to gain the energy from her.

“I am scared” said Jimin lowly.

“I don’t want things to change between me and Jungkook. We have gone through the worst shits in life together, it is just I really adored him as a little brother at first. I just wanted to protect him from everything. Then the feelings are unstoppable. It changed. I changed. I no longer see him as a friend, and it feared me. This shouldn’t be happening at first place. Until I saw you.. it was the opportunity to get myself straight. You are a wonderful woman Ji Seul, hell you’re way too perfect for me. I tried to love you just as much as I love him…I cant.. Every time I see both of you together, it angers me. I wish for once I can be you..” his eyes were blurred with tears.

Seul enveloped her arms around him, embracing him tight “You don’t need to be me. You are amazing just the way you are. Jimin-ah, I am sorry that I am not aware of your feelings for Jungkook. I didn’t mean to hurt you, forgive me” he buried his face in her shoulder, blinking his sorrowful tears like a heavy rain.

“You are special. Your feelings for Jungkook are special” she whispered, cupping his cheeks with a genuine smile. “Don’t give up. You may not be able to tell him how you feel for him now, but love doesn’t need to be spoken through words. Your actions matter the most” Jimin kissed her palms, stroking it with a deep sigh.

“How about you? Your feelings for Jungkook. Don’t let my feelings for him stop you Seul. If you truly love him, you should go for it” his sad smile ached her heart. “I only wish for his happiness, if it means he has to be with you” Seul gave his hand a soft squish.

She had given this into a deep thought, weighing Jungkook and Yoongi love were not easy as it sounds. For some reason, she wanted to choose Jungkook, yet something stopped her in the middle. Jungkook’s amazing guy, she loved his presence around giving her the utmost comfort and security in her. However, it just felt so wrong.

There was a missing piece that she had to look inside Jungkook before she made up her mind.

And, she finally found it.

Jimin was the missing piece.

Seul was fooled by their outer appearance. How appearance can be deceiving sometimes? People only the see the perfection showed by these idols through their eyes yet they fail to see their struggle. In the eyes of the public, idols come with no flaws. They are quick to judge them without knowing what they feel.

It gave them no choice but to lie to themselves. They were not able to be hundred percent truthful and live their life as set by their company and public.

No one seems to understand their pain and struggle.

She looked at him in the eye “I made up my mind, can you trust me with this?” she spoke slowly, with an assurance that the decision that she’s about out to take from now will not pain him. Seul didn’t want to be selfish even after knowing the truth about Jimin’s real feeling. It was not easy for Jimin to open up to her about his struggle, now the least she could do was to live up to the promise that she’s about to make.

“Thank you Jimin for..telling me this” smiling softly, he hugged her tight unleashing all the sorrows in him.

Hope ever urges on, and tells him tomorrow will be a better day.

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The Tables Have Turned - Chapter 4

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Scenes of last night repeatedly flashed at the back of your mind. All of Jin’s words echoing like a haunting soul.

“Y/N?” A gentle voice snapped you back to reality.

Y/N’s POV

Mina, Hitman Bang’s secretary greeted me with a warm smile as she held the door open, gesturing for me to enter. I let out a deep breath, somewhat nervous about this meeting.

Upon entering, my eyes caught sight of a gentle man--sitting peacefully and smiling towards me. His hands rested together in a clasp, stretching towards the center of his table.

“How have you been my dear?”

I could feel my insides melting, wanting to tell him how I truly felt. That I was drowning, that my mind was a mess. I wanted to tell him about last night, no, about every night. About every lonely night I had with Jin. Every moment I lost my breath when he looked at her with every emotion while I stood alone in the corner, silently asking him to come to me instead.

“Good. I’ve been great” lying has become easier every time I had to face him.

“How have you been, Samchon?”

Since living with the Bangs years ago, he insisted I call him uncle.

“Oh you know, same old. Meetings and errr--more meetings. I’m flying to Hong Kong tomorrow. Did you want to come?” his questions were always so innocent that I would sometimes have to think of how to respond to them. An awkward chuckle escaped my lips, waving my hand at him.

“I was hoping you would come. But anyway, what brings you to my office this early my dear?”

You cleared your throat gently before speaking.

“Actually...I was wondering if you could help me find a job”

To your surprise, instead of bombarding you with questions, his only response was an even softer smile.

Jin’s POV

It wasn’t the harsh rays of sunlight, or the loud beeps of the alarm but the suffocating feeling of the sheets covering my face that woke me up. Allowing my eyes to open slowly, events from the previous night replaced the beaming sun immediately.

I looked down to see what was preventing me from breathing--the entire comforter wrapped around me. Why do I feel so cold when I’m wrapped around this....thing? The picture of you sleeping cozily with most of the blanket on your side crept through my thoughts. Unconsciously turning to look at what used to be your side of the bed, I sighed. Am I supposed to start getting used to this?

Like the bedroom, the rest of the house wasn’t just empty, it was cold. Making my way to the kitchen, my eyes laid on the table. Breakfast was ready. Instead of sitting down to eat, you were stopped at the sight of newly washed dishes being set out to dry by the sink. She already ate without me. For the first time.

Y/N’s POV

A heavy sigh escaped my soft, pinkish lips again. Not out of despair--but out of fulfillment this time.

This is it, you thought to yourself. You were ready to start a new chapter in your life after Jin came into the picture. Since you got married you became a housewife. That didn’t sound quite right. A housekeeper? You didn’t know what you were, after all, you were nothing to him. Just some woman who slept on the same bed as him, cooked for him, wiped his sweat backstage after those live performances. His words echoed inside your head again. Things were going to change. And it was going to start today.

“Whatever you want, Jin. Ask and I’ll give it to you” you muttered to yourself as you slid off your wedding ring off your finger almost unwillingly.

For a few minutes you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment then shrugging it off completely. It was going to be a busy day for you. At exactly 8:00 am today you arranged a meeting with Hitman Bang, asking for his permission to work which he gladly allowed. But for ethical matters, he couldn’t hire you in his own company and you knew that. However, he did manage to pull some strings. One phone call was all it took and you were hired.

You were going to the JYP building for orientation today since you insisted you start as soon as possible.

“Company Nurse. Here goes nothing, Y/N.” you muttered, exiting the Big Hit building.

Jin’s POV

Days went by awfully slow no matter how busy my schedule got. Locking my car, I slowly made my way inside the house, switching the lights on to get rid of the darkness. Just like the past five days, silence was the only thing that greeted me. No more annoying woman running from the kitchen, forcing a kiss on my lips which I always declined. The last time those soft lips landed on mine almost three weeks ago--it was late in the evening, close to midnight. I just got home from having secret drinks with Irene, a small figure sat on the couch waiting for me, watching what looked like a drama series. Her eyes lit up despite the darkness, sliding the blanket off her shoulder revealing her silky night gown. She ran towards me, attacking my lips. The sweetness she brought upon me overlapped the bitterness from the alcohol, which I’m sure she tasted. She attempted to plaster another kiss but I pulled away. Without second thoughts. Without hesitation.

Should I have known.

Just like last night, and the night before that dinner was ready on the table. I ate alone, cleaning up, taking a shower and retired to bed, alone.

The next day was just....hectic.

Practice started extra early. In fact, too early that Yoongi looked like a zombie swaying dangerously while walking. Even the staff were still evidently drowsy. But Kim Seokjin was definitely on another level--his under eyes had gotten darker. It was almost as if he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Truthfully, that was what was happening. He was having a hard time sleeping and that didn’t help him focus at all.

��Mianhae, Hobi”

Jhope looked at his hyung with concern, beads of sweat dripping on the floor from his own body while he tried to catch his breath. They have been stuck in one frame of the dance for almost an hour now. It wasn’t that Jin couldn’t do it. He just wasn’t....there. Everyone seemed to have noticed it too. Jin’s mind was wandering off somewhere else.

“Gwenchana, hyung. Let’s take a break and join everyone for lunch” he patted his back lightly.

Lunch was just what they needed. They got to relax for an hour and talk. Jin started to loosen up, telling almost hundreds of his Dad jokes again sending laughter and exchanging insults all over the place. Their laughs started to fade, giving them a chance to breathe and see each other clearly

“Mianhaeyo hyung. I shouldn’t have been rude to you a few nights ago.” stated Jungkook with pure sincerity, holding onto Jin’s left shoulder.

“Gwenchana” he replied, forcing a smile.

“H-how is Noona doing?” Jimin asked, debating whether he should or not.

Jin looked at all of them eye to eye, not knowing how to express his feelings.

“I--uhm...we barely see each other at home” he started pushing aside his food with the chopsticks, looking elsewhere but any of the boys as he tried to tell them more.

“She sleeps in a separate room now” the boys were quiet, giving Jin their full attention and sympathy.

“I leave really early and come home late” awkward silence filled the atmosphere. No one knew what to say.

They finished eating rather quickly, leaving them a good 30 minutes to rest. Jin wanted to start practicing again but Jhope told him to rest a bit. He found himself staring at his phone’s empty screen. It usually flooded with your messages by now. “Good morning, my love” “You’re doing a great job, Jin. Don’t forget to take a break” “I’m bringing lunch today, baby”

Now, the only conversation the both of you shared were meaningless verbatim like “May I come in?” When she entered your room to grab something. It annoyed you to the bones. Why would she ask permission? This is her room too. Or “Have you eaten?” Every time you hoped she would join you for dinner like before.

Thinking about it now, I still haven’t apologized for what had happened. I couldn’t bring myself to. Pondering over the last few days, I barely saw her. It wasn’t that I missed her, was it? I’ve ignored her this long, it shouldn’t be bothering me that she doesn’t appear as often right in front of me.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Seo Yun, one of the senior stylists sent everyone staring at their direction as she grabbed one of the luggage from Ji Yoo, another senior stylist.

“Ya, they wouldn’t let me in. I forgot to bring my ID and they wouldn’t believe me when I said I was sent by Mr. Bang” her hands rested on her hip, defending herself from Seo Yun.

“You know how strict JYP is, why didn’t you bring an ID in the first place?!”

“Hajimaaaa” Taehyung, out of nowhere, stood in between them, acting cute to stop their argument. The two ladies ended up laughing at how immature these boys are.

“How did you manage to get in without an ID?” Asked Seo Yun

“Oh, about that. I was lucky enough to run into Y/N! She talked the guards into letting me in and getting these”

The mention of your name attracted everyone’s attention--especially Jin’s.

“Mwo?” He asked again, wondering if he heard her right.

“You didn’t tell us she works at JYP Jinna” Ji Yoo’s eyes blinked naively at the sight of confused faces in front of her. Even Taehyung who was still clinging onto her peeked to see her face.

“She’s their new company nurse. Didn’t she tell you?”

It all made sense. Breakfast being ready at such an early hour. The sound of running water at 5 in the morning, which he thought he was hallucinating. A full fridge and pantry, without you going out to buy groceries. The dryer roaring almost every night. Electricity, water and phones bills paid, thinking you just forgot that YOU already paid. It was her all along. She was working. Buying groceries, paying bills. That was Y/N.

Jin’s POV

My grip tightened around the steering wheel as I drove myself home. Why would she work? Am I not providing enough for her? I pushed on the accelerator harder sending my car faster than I usually ran, but staying on a safe speed. The red traffic light ahead motioned me to slow down until a complete stop. What was I so mad about? I startled myself at the sight of my hands, they were red--marked with the creases of the last thing I held.

The truth is, I didn’t know which was more frustrating. The fact that she didn’t think about telling me or that she was working in THAT company.

What is going on with you lately, Seokjin

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“Hey, Sith, I’ve got a question for ya,” said Andronikos Revel, feared space pirate and current pilot and companion to Sith Lord Yracundia.

The dark-haired pureblood glanced up from her holopad, green eyes looking faintly yellow in the dim lighting. “If you’re again asking if we can steal artifacts from Korriban to sell on the black market, the answer is still no,” she said dryly. “And you’re piloting the ship, so please keep your attention on that. I did not survive Thanaton’s attempts to kill me just to die from colliding into an asteroid because my pilot wasn’t paying attention.”

Making a derisive noise, he rolled his eyes. “I’ve been piloting ships for nearly two decades, and we’re in the middle of space besides, you’re worryin’ over nothin’.”

Yra frowned, brow furrowing. “Nearly two decades- how old are you?”

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine.”

She sighed, turning off the holopad and putting it to the side. She really should have known better than trying to get any work done in the same room as the pirate, but the cockpit was the only place with a view of space. If she ever got another ship, she was getting one with a proper viewing deck, safety be damned. “Alright, pirate,” she said, resigned. “What do you want to know?”

“Well we’ve known each other for a while now, and you’ve nicely let me pilot your ship this whole time,” he began, doing something unfathomable with the controls. “And I ain’t complainin’, just so you know, it’s a nice gig and this is a pretty great ship. But I can’t help but to wonder why you never fly the ship yourself.”

“Why would I want to?” Yra asked, settling into the chair. “I get that you’re really into ships, I do, but I’m not.”

“Considering how much you complain about my piloting skills I would’ve figured you would pilot the ship at least some of the time,” he pointed out, turning to look at her. “At the very least to vainly attempt to show me how it’s done.”

Yra reached over and tapped the autopilot command, ignoring Andronikos’ positively offended look, entering in the coordinates of their current destination, and settled back. “That’s how it’s done,” she said with a shrug.

“That’s disgusting,” he said. “But seriously, Sith, I wanna see how you fly. Show me what you were doing before I entered the picture.”

“I let the droid fly,” she replied with a grin, amused by the look of pure horror that crossed Andronikos’ face. “I wish my holopad had a camera, your face is priceless right now. It’s not like 2V is a wretched pilot, Andronikos, he’s outfitted with all of the latest piloting software.”

“I just don’t get why you’d never bother flying the ship yourself,” he grumbled, turning back to the controls to switch the ship back to manual controls.

“Well, not knowing how to fly a ship would be the major reason, I suppose,” she said simply, spreading her arms in a grand gesture as if imparting great wisdom upon him. “You keep forgetting that I am a former slave. They do not tend to teach us how to pilot, lest we get ideas of flying away to our freedom.”

“I guess that makes sense...” the pirate admitted, glancing back at her. “Dunno why you wouldn’t have bothered to learn after becoming a Sith, though.”

Yra shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve had the time to learn, and I’ve been focused on other things.”

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” he said cheerily. With that, he reached back and dragged her out of her own chair and onto his lap, ignoring her sharp “Andronikos!” as he settled her comfortably, and so he could still see what he was doing.

Yra glowered at him, stiff as a board and thankful her face was already red so he couldn’t see her blushing. Sure, they’d been flirting since Tatooine, but he was getting far too friendly. It was wholly inappropriate, and disrespectful towards a Lord of the Sith. She was just going to ignore how nicely warm he was and that she didn’t actually mind being in his lap all that much.

She wrinkled her nose. “You need a bath,” she complained, one of the few things she definitely didn’t like about the pirate.

“Hey, I had a shower three days ago,” he protested, and Yra made a disgusted face. “Don’t be so snobbish, I heard all about you wading around in toxic goo on Balmorra, I don’t think you have any right to judge me.”

“I wasn’t “wading around” and I showered right after!” She snapped. “There’s a shower right on this ship and this ship is tiny so you really don’t have any excuses!”

“Did you know your nose gets scrunched up when you’re annoyed?” He asked casually, grinning at her.

She put her hands over her nose. “It does not!”

“You’re adorable.”

“I am not!”

“Afraid so,” he chuckled, marvelling at how easy she was to rile up. He probably should have been a crispy pile of ash by now, considering how quick she was to violence, but perhaps she actually did like him and didn’t just flirt with him as part of a weird, Sith game. It was a little bit awkward, but he managed to manoeuvre his hand to tug at the long, high ponytail she kept her hair in. “Cute as a button, especially the hair.”

“I don’t think I like you anymore,” she said mulishly, crossing her arms and making a mental note to see a stylist.

“Hey, don’t be like that just ‘cause you’re embarrassed,” he chided.

“I thought you dragged me onto your lap to show me how to pilot the ship, not to make fun of me,” she grumbled.

As piloting was something Andronikos liked very much, this was all that it took to get him to change subjects, giving Yra the chance to compose herself as he explained the different controls and what they did and how to use them. The cockpit was warm — some fault in the ventilation that she’d not yet bothered to get fixed — and being in Andronikos’ lap and semi-embrace made her even warmer, and the low rumble of his voice lulled her into a state of relaxation. She’d stopped properly paying attention after the first few minutes, only hearing the occasional phrase, concentrating more on the sound than what he was actually saying. It was rather... pleasant.

“Hey. Hey. Sith!” Yra opened an eye, not realising she had closed them. “You even listening to me?”

“Mmhmm,” was her incredibly unconvincing response.

“For someone who was gettin’ all upset a few minutes ago, you relaxed awfully fast,” he commented dryly. He grinned. “I guess you like me after all.”

She blew a raspberry at him. “Don’t get cocky, pirate, I’m just — ”

Andronikos did two things that, if he had been anyone else, would have seen him a charred corpse on the floor. Firstly, he interrupted Yra when she was speaking. Secondly, he did so by kissing her firmly on the mouth.

She stared at him, stunned into silence. Mostly from the sheer audacity, but also because, for once in her life, she’d actually kind of liked a kiss. From a pirate. Oh, stars, what is wrong with me the ghosts are making me insane. Despite this reaction, she kind of wanted him to do it again.

“Hey I finally found a way to get you to shut up,” said Andronikos, grinning like the cat that got the cream. Inwardly, he was worried that he possibly had grossly overstepped his bounds, but he’d been feeling reckless and just gone with it. Too late now. “I didn’t realise you purebloods could get even more red faced than you already are.”

Yra shoved at him, getting no-where because she was on his lap still. “You jerk,” she muttered, sliding off his lap and stalking off to her quarters, visibly upset.

Andronikos sat in stunned silence for a moment before jumping up and going after her. “Hey, Sith — Yra,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to him. “Where you runnin’ off to in such a hurry?”

“Away from you,” she snapped. “I put up with a lot from you but I won’t be treated like some game!”

He stared at her. “Is that what you think?”

“What else am I supposed to think, with the way you make fun of me?” She seethed, tugging at her arm. “Now let go of me before I set you on fire!”

“You can’t set me on fire,” he said, but let go anyways... just in case. “And I’m not makin’ fun of you, Sith. Just teasin’ a little; you gotta admit you leave yourself open for it.”

“I have no openings. It’s why I’m still alive,” she grumbled, starting to calm down a little. It wasn’t really about the teasing — that was just an easy excuse. She was upset with how much she was being affected by the pirate, and how easily he seemed to be turning her previous conceptions of intimacy on their heads.

But she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“I dunno, Sith, you let your guard down a lot around me,” he pointed out. “Come on, you gotta like me a little, right?”

Yes, and that is entirely the problem. “I like you a lot less when you trick me with promises of lessons to manhandle me,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

“Hey, I was genuine with my offer to teach you how to fly,” Andronikos protested. “You were the one falling asleep!”

“And that made it okay to kiss me without permission?” she asked dryly, tapping her fingers on her arm.

“I... well, no... I just figured, you know, the way we’d been flirtin’ and all...” The pirate had the grace to at least look a little sheepish. “And you’re just so cute when you’ve gotten all riled up, I couldn’t help myself... but I won’t do it again, if you don’t wanna.”

Yra snorted, calm now that she’d had some time to regain control of her emotions. “Next time, ask me first,” she said primly, brushing past him on the way back to the cockpit to retrieve her holopad.

“Oh? There’s gonna be a next time?” he grinned, following close behind her.

“That depends on you. And if you take a bath.”

“Hmm...” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her back against him. “How about a little kiss as an incentive, then?” He murmured wickedly in her ear.

“You’re incorrigible,” she complained, trying to ignore how the sound of his voice, so deep and close to her ear, affected her. “But, if it will get you clean...”

“Heh, you should already know I’m open to bribes,” he said, turning her slightly. “Good t’see you’re learning.” He kissed her again, slower and a little less firm, surprisingly gentle from such a rough-and-tumble pirate.

“Ugh,” came a voice from the ship entrance, and Yra jumped, instinctively shoving Andronikos away. The two looked at the entrance to see Ashara, back from a mission Yra had sent her off to hours ago and looking utterly disgusted. “I knew I should have taken longer coming back...” the former Padawan muttered before heading to the engine room.

“I need to start sending her on longer missions,” Yra muttered.

Andronikos grinned at her, and she realised she’d said it out loud. “I guess you like me after all.”

“Don’t start getting cocky, pirate.”

“Heh, too late, Sith,” he chuckled giving her a quick kiss on the nose, laughing when it scrunched up in annoyance. “Do you want to finish that flyin’ lesson now or what?”

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I could’ve sworn I saw that ‘97 LINER, JUNG HONGBIN walking down the street! He’s the LEAD DANCER of CHAOS and goes by the name of ALAN. He really reminds me of CHOI SAN, can’t you see it?

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OFF STAGE. within the confinement of the bedroom, he remains silent with a laptop opened ahead of him. a video plays of a stage performance long ago, focused eyes noting each mistake as well as improvement. handwriting a messy scribble, but enough for him to understand. that’s all that matters. another member suddenly enters, and he only looks up with facial expression unchanging. neutral. stoic. momentarily, though, a brow raises with lips pressed tightly. a hum from the back of the throat to signify he has greeted the other individual who sauntered in. quiet he is. “a man of little words,” a friend would admit. a friend, though, will also admit that alan is a good person. “he’s not quite to be rude. he’s a very nice person. he also has the almost adorable giggle. you just have to let him have his alone time … let him recharge.”

ON STAGE. delicate digits move to adjust the hem of the suit worn, seconds awaiting before the music begins alerting members to proceed on stage for the performance. right when the track begins, a smile tugs onto thin lips, the small male standing at the back hidden from the taller members ( hidden like always ). nonetheless, the smile brightens the stage, and he performs with all the passion and energy within. “we make the world go—” he dances because he’s a dancer, and he loves to dance. no negative thoughts should plague ( oh! but they do ). for fanmeets and other stage presence that does not concern dancing, he stands alongside group members with the brightest smile, waving to the fans and acting cute for them to associate him as a member with great aegyo. fingers against his dimples, twisting and turning, eyes closed as head tilted to the side. the fans adore him. “he’s so cute! i want to squish his cheeks.”

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at four years old, alan enrolled in a ballet academy. due to the years practicing the art, alan’s mannerism became elegant. he was very put together, so much so that his parents took notice due to how he walked alone. poised and collected. when becoming a trainee with LIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT, he believed that training would be similar. he would focus on ballet as well as interpretive dance. an elegant art. for the most part, he did, but he also rehearsed modern dancing and hip hop. with SYNCHRONICITY MEDIA, they did put him in a group with a fresh and newfound concept, thus he was to perform hip hop performances more than any other style. he does like the style, but he would rather practice what he started with. after all, that’s how he was picked up. stylists and management often want alan to dress in street style in order to match with the concept, but that’s not personally his taste in fashion. his style is more put together, clean, and simple. he would never wear a purple hoodie on his own. if he could control his public image, he would just wear jeans or dress pants in a beige or white sweater. he would be in a group with a cleaner, more gentle concept. that way he can be more himself.

however, my goal in order to develop alan throughout the duration of the group has alan undergoing a shift in personality. he is a sweet, elegant, soft boy, but he knows in order to get the most attention he will have to adopt a sexier and more playful attitude. the fans like the members with sexier appeals more so than the softer members, and the guys who have a sexier concept get the most lines; therefore, his plan is to adopt one in order to get the lines he argues that he deserves. thus, he will make his own public image for plotting purposes, but he will eventually learn that no matter what, the company will not give him lines.

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I. “Are you sure about this?” Father leaned forward, mouth close to mother’s ears as all four sat in the waiting room. Mother glanced at him with glared expression, lips thin and tight, frustration obvious upon contour. The two have discussed this before—three times before—and she had made it clear that she wants both her daughter and son to enroll in the dance academy. “Hongbin and Soyeon are very close. How do you expect me to keep them apart?” The magazine she was flipping through now settled on her lap, the glasses she wore slipping down the bridge of her nose. Her husband’s hand reached out, fingers pushing the glasses upward because despite the two were in disagreement, the two loved each other dearly.

Father worried about having his son enrolled in a dance academy. He wanted his son to excel in the science just like he—a chemical engineer. The mother reassured him, though, that although he is dancing now alongside his sister, he will not be a dancer forever: “Hongbin will be a science nerd just like you. I know he will.” He smiled at the response, dark orbs than averting to focus on the little boy sat on the floor playing a game with his older sister. He smiled wider. “He’ll be a man of many talents and recognition.”

II. “Are your parents here, buddy?” Hongbin glanced at the older woman standing before him, eyes confused with why she wants to know about his parents’ whereabouts. He was quiet for a few minutes, debating whether or not he should respond. His hair pushed back with a headband wore, his feet continuing to move around to pass the time. He practices his pointe despite the woman watching. She asks again, her voice still low and sweet. Just as he was to respond, his sister walked up to stand beside him. Her arms crossed as she studied the older woman. “Who are you to be talking to my brother?” She was protective, and she stood with attitude as if she was his manager.

The woman introduced herself as a figure in a top dance academy in Seoul. Having watched the recital, she was intrigued by the little boy. She wanted him to be one of her students. Discussing with the parents, much hesitation followed by the father, but the mother insisted that this was a great opportunity. Without further discussion, she turned and agreed to take her son to the academy. Since that day, a lot has changed in the household. A lot. Father left him. They did not file for a divorce, for he promised to return one day, but he was too angry and bothered to remain with her at the time (in present time, he still has not returned home). Hongbin had to move to the city, while the mother stayed behind with the sister in their hometown. He was alone in the big city because even though he resided with an aunt, it was not the same. Nothing was the same aside from the young boy dancing. Dancing, dancing, dancing.

III. “So, how were you picked up, buddy?” A young boy questioned, watching as Hongbin leaned forward to stretch just before another gruesome day of rehearsal. He glances at his fellow trainee, studying his expression. “They found me at the dance academy,” he replied simply. The other boy smiled wide. “No wonder! You are such a great dancer, Alan!” The boy did not respond to the compliment, rather he stood up from his spot and walked toward the mirrored wall ahead. He bent and continued to stretch, earphones in to block out the noise of everyone else. He was thirteen at that point, already having been training for two years. How long until he can debut? Or was he too young?

IV. “Why not?” He questioned, examining his manager carefully. He sighed, shaking his head as he dropped his pen. “I have been training for so long in this company. I perform well each time, as well. Why can I not debut with this new group?” Alan was pissed off. He has given up so much to be here, yet still no recognition. No advancement. His manager examined him, another sigh. “Listen, Alan. You do not fit the expected age range. But, trust me. One day a group will debut, and you’ll be in it. I promise.” At his words, Alan only balled his fists in frustration. “No … screw this company.”

V. Alan switched companies. As soon as he left Lights Entertainment, Synchronicity Media eagerly picked him up. Within the year, he debuted with CHAOS, and he couldn’t be any happier. As lead dancer and vocalist, he feels as if everything was falling into place. He was happy. However, as the years went by, three years since debut, Alan’s resentment has returned. Once again he was being kept in the back. Ignored. He deserved more than this. Despite being a trained dancer more so than vocalist, he still trained for many years with vocal lessons. He is not a horrible singer. Why was he not receiving more lines? Even as a dancer, he is kept in the back. He keeps his resentment secret, though. A quiet boy with his members, but it can be obvious that he is not entirely happy with management. But, he has a plan to become more.

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