a/n : This is my first ever fanfic, please tell me if you have an complaint or something i should fix lol, Hope you enjoy:33
It all started at the beginning of May.
You, Y/N had been playing the cello for a long time since fifth grade in fact. At 18, they were talented, smart, and just your average person trying their best and doing what they loved.
This was in school before the concert.
You sighed looking back at your orchestra, a bunch of lanky nerds but thankfully seungmin was there.
"Oh gosh thank goodness he's at school today!" *you sighed in relief*
You went over to seungmin ready
You wore your favorite suit and a pair of platform penny loafers for the performance. The nerves were there, of course, but the excitement buzzed louder.
You waved back, beaming.
“Hey guys! I’m so happy you could come!” you squealed, excitement bubbling over as you rushed to meet them.
“I was happy too,” Bang Chan said with a soft laugh. “We got here a little early, didn’t we?”
Seungmin chuckled beside him, nodding. “Yeah, just a bit.”
“For sure,” you replied with a giggle, stealing a quick glance at Seungmin. Not too long, though—you didn’t want to make Chan feel like a third wheel.
No one else knew, not even Seungmin himself, but your best friend I.N who was also here knew the truth. You had a small crush on Seungmin. It was his smile, his warm laugh, and especially that beautiful voice of his. Sure, Seungmin was straight, but that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering Anytime soon.
You, on the other hand, were Gay. You haven’t told many people yet, but I.N had always been someone you could trust.
Backstage, you adjusted the endpin on your cello, doing one last check before the performance began. The stage manager called a five-minute warning, and your heart skipped. This was it.
You took one more deep breath and peeked out from behind the curtain. The lights were dimming, the murmurs quieting. In the second row, you spotted Chan, Seungmin, and Jeongin, chatting softly with one another.
But then—you froze for a second. More familiar faces had just slipped into the row beside them.
Changbin, with his signature grin, gave Chan a fist bump. Hyunjin flipped his hair as he sat down beside Jeongin, looking effortlessly cool as always. Lee Know had brought snacks, which he quickly hid away as an usher walked past. Han scanned the program with wide eyes like he’d never seen one before, and Felix, radiant as ever, leaned forward to wave discreetly in your direction.
You sighed in relief, now feeling all together now that everyone was here to see your performance.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as you stepped back behind the curtain, a quiet warmth settling in your chest. Your entire group was here.
The conductor walked out onto the stage to polite applause, and the orchestra rose to their feet. You walked out with the others, cello in hand, taking your seat with practiced grace.
The audience fell into a hush.
The baton lifted.
And then—music.
The opening notes floated through the hall like a breath held too long finally released. Every note you played felt alive, charged with emotion, and carried by the quiet strength of knowing you weren’t alone.
You knew exactly where to press, where to pull the bow, how to add pressure in the crescendos and let the quiet notes breathe.
Every note you played felt like a thread stitching the moment together—your body moving with instinct, your heart keeping tempo. You didn’t just perform the song. You embodied it.
Out in the audience, you caught glimpses of your friends between movements—Jeongin’s wide-eyed awe, Seungmin’s focused smile, Felix swaying subtly to the rhythm. Even Han looked unusually quiet, leaning forward as if the cello was speaking directly to him And Seungmin… his eyes were locked on you. Not in a distracted way, but in full admiration, like he saw something new in you—something he hadn’t expected, A spark lit in your chest.
As the last note reverberated through the hall, a hush fell. Then the applause exploded—clapping, cheering, whistles, even a proud shout of your name from somewhere in the second row (probably Changbin), You stood with the rest of the orchestra, bowing deeply. Your heart raced, not from nerves anymore, but from joy.
After the performance, the backstage area buzzed with energy—musicians hugging, families snapping photos, and the lingering hum of applause still hanging in the air like a ghost of the music itself, You were carefully packing up your cello when a familiar voice called out.
“Hey!”
You turned just as Seungmin jogged up to you, his eyes bright with excitement.
“That was amazing, you did great, Y/N!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
Y/n let out a quiet laugh, the warmth of his compliment settling in your chest like a soft glow. “Heh… Thanks.”
There was a beat of silence. The world around you blurred just slightly, as though the universe was giving you space.
'Now or never..' You thought.
You took a small breath. “Hey, Seungmin… I have something to confess...”
He tilted his head, that teasing spark in his eyes dimming into something softer—curious, open.
You hesitated for just a second, heart pounding in your ears.
Y/n had known him for a while now. He was a savage sometimes, blunt and sassy without apology. He always said you were edgy and that bangchan was old, the usual stuff.
“I, uh…” you looked down, gripping your cello case handle just a little tighter. “I think I like you. More than a friend, I mean.”
For a moment, there was silence.
Y/ns heart beating louder than it already was.
Then—he let out a breath and offered you a small, genuine smile. “Y/N…”
You looked up slowly to see his expression. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t teasing.
His face was unreadable.
Then—just before Seungmin could say anything—Jeongin’s voice cut in from a few feet away.
“Wait, guys… Don’t go yet.”
You and Seungmin turned your heads to see Jeongin eyeing the rest of the group, subtly gesturing with his chin in your direction.
“How about we go get some drinks for Y/N real quick and then come back to say congrats properly?” he added, voice just a little too casual.
Bang Chan raised an eyebrow but caught on quickly. “Right… yeah. Good idea.”
“Drinks!” Han said a little too enthusiastically, dragging Felix and Hyunjin by the sleeves as they started toward the exit.
“Make it quick,” Lee Know muttered, suspicious but not pushing it as Changbin patted your shoulder in passing. “Proud of you, bro,” he whispered.
Within seconds, your friends had cleared the area like a coordinated mission, leaving just you and Seungmin standing in the soft backstage light.
Seungmin turned back to you, blinking, slightly amused. “Wow. That was… weirdly smooth.”
You laughed nervously. “Yeah, they’re not exactly subtle.”
He looked at you for a long moment, then his expression softened.
“Y/N…” he said gently. “I don’t want to mess around right now but... You’re brave for telling me that you like me and stuff, and I really, really respect that. I just…”
He hesitated, then looked down, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.
“I'm straight, and i like you but not in that way. I'm sorry bro..”
Your heart sank, just a little. You’d prepared for this. You’d told yourself it might go this way. But it still stung.
Before you could say anything, Seungmin stepped forward.
You met his eyes, the honesty there cutting through the ache.
“…Thanks for being honest,” you said quietly, managing a small smile.
"I'm going home." As soon as you walked away that 'small smile' that was clearly fake faded almost immediately. That rejection cut deep knowing how long I've had a crush on seungmin
Just as soon as you left jeongin and the others came with drinks "hey Seungmin, wheres Y/n??"
Seungmin turns to jeongin.
"Oh he left."
*jeongin's smile fades. Sunshine only leaves when it rains, rainbows or sadness. He knows exactly what happened.*
"You didnt reject him did you? Do you know how fucking long he had a crush on you?!, thats low."
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