Calendula's Bakery

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☆ Calendula (LLENN) | 19

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ONGOING :

🍮 Romeo! (Criminal! Scaramouche × Aristocrat! Reader)

🍮 OUT OF FRAME!! (Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader)

ON HOLD :

🍮 Revolver (Secret agent! Aventurine × Criminal! Reader)

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I'll be posting soon, maybe in a few days (probably a new chapter for Romeo! first)!! Was supposed to start writing yesterday, but I just finished a bunch of uni work n got rly lazy to do anything 🫠

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05 Romeo! - You In the Eyes of Others

Criminal! Scaramouche × Aristocrat! Fem! Reader | Romeo! masterlist

Word Count : 1,920

TW : mentions of abuse, arson, violence

Y/N didn't even know she could be as angry as she is right now, but here she is.

"This is all your fault!" she cried, marching over, though she didn't have the slightest idea what she was going to do to this man.

"My fault?" Wanderer scoffed, looking at her with clear disbelief.

"You were the one who stole those antiques and hid them in my room!" Y/N pointed a finger at his chest. "I had to take the fall because of you!"

"Oh, is that so? That's hilarious," Wanderer laughed mockingly. "How about instead of blaming me, you blame yourself for not reporting me when I was in your room?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with anger as she clenched her fists, "y-you ordered me to stop before I could even figure out who you were!"

"And you listened to someone who was obviously a burglar hiding in your room."

"Well, I—!" Y/N cut herself off, her brows relaxing as the anger in her eyes slipped away like a veil had been taken off them. He was right: she chose to listen to him when she obviously should have called the guards. She let herself be delusional and think of him as a friend.

No one would be friends with her. Not when they saw her as an ignorant aristocrat.

"Or, you could have said something when they asked why the antiques were in your room," Wanderer crossed his arms over her chest. Y/N looked away, rubbing the back of her hand. She could still feel the burn from her father's beating there; hot and stinging.

"And then what?" she mumbled. "They'd ask me why I wasn't more careful, why I didn't call for help sooner... No one would have believed me. It would still be my fault..."

Wanderer clenched his jaw, trying to push down the guilt growing in his chest, "sounds like an excuse to me."

Y/N squeezed her hand, shivering at the thought of her father's abuse, "it's not..."

Wanderer looked down, noticing the way she kept rubbing the back of her hands. He almost missed the angry streaks of red blooming under her sleeves and gloves

'Father gave me a beating again,' she had said last time. Had she gotten another beating because of him? Because her father thought she was the one who stole the antiques?

"Your father did that?" he asked, gesturing her hands. Y/N tensed, hastily tugging her gloves up to cover any visible skin.

"It doesn't matter," she sighed, voice almost cracking. "I don't know why you're back... But if you're going to steal again, at least be careful this time... Please..."

Wanderer's eyes softened a little. He heaved out a sigh, unable to ignore the guilt any longer, no matter how much he wanted to.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked shortly.

"You don't have to," Y/N shook her head.

"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed. "You got into trouble because of me. I'd be lying if I said that I'm not grateful. So how can I help heal the pain I caused? Even if just by a little."

A moment of silence passed. Wanderer thought back to their last conversation.

"How about I take you to that coffee shop I mentioned last time?"

Y/N's eyes widened, looking at him like he had two heads growing from his neck.

"Are you serious?" she whispered. "I'll get caught... I'll get in trouble again."

"Not if I'm here," Wanderer declared lowly. He almost slapped himself for sounding so confident. Sneaking out alone wasn't a problem, but sneaking out with a naive aristocrat?

"Whatever," he thought to himself. "I'll manage. It's my fault anyways."

He held out his hand, "come with me. I'll protect you tonight."

Y/N stared at his hand, then slowly, hesitantly, placed her hand in his.

"Just for a little while," she whispered.

The town seemed less livelier compared to the last time she snuck out here. The streets were crowded with people walking home, all seemingly tired and worn out from work.

Her eyes landed on three men standing outside a tavern. Their gazes hardened when they noticed her. One scowled, another spat on the ground, and the last threw his apple core at her.

"Careful," Wanderer muttered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away. The apple core hit the spot she was just standing on. "You stand out too much."

"I'm trying to blend in—"

"Shh," he tugged her hood to hide her face more. "You look like a starry-eyed infant."

Y/N frowned, adjusting her hood. She glanced back at the men, noticing how one of them were still glaring at her.

"People always look at me like I've done something wrong," she sighed.

"To them, you have," Wanderer replied honestly. Y/N winced, glancing around the town again. She saw a merchant and a mother arguing over prices.

"Thirty copper coins for three tomatoes?! Did you place your brain in your knee?!" the mother protested.

"You don't know a thing about prices, woman! This is a very reasonable price!" the merchant spat back.

The mother's child, a scrawny boy seemingly no older than six years old, quietly reached for an orange on the stall. The merchant noticed, then whacked his hand away, "now you're teaching your kid to steal?!"

"My son is not stealing!" the woman gasped.

"Whatever, get outta my sight!" the merchant waved them off. "I ain't sellin' you anythin'!"

Y/N's gaze softened. She took a step towards them, but Wanderer placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't," he guided her back to the path they were walking.

"But they need help," she protested softly, looking back at the mother who was dragging her son away from the merchant.

"No," Wanderer repeated, a little firmer than before. "That's their problem. Don't get involved."

Y/N sighed, squeezing her arm. Upon looking around, it seemed these things were common occurences, and not a single passerby would even bat an eye.

"Why isn't anyone helping them...?" she mumbled.

"Everyone has their own problems around here," Wanderer mumbled. "Can't help others when you haven't solved your own."

The smell of burnt wood reached their noses. Following the smell, they saw a few townspeople arguing with royal guards. Between them was a burnt cart, one normally used to transport food to the manor.

"What happened here?" Y/N's eyes were wide with horror when she saw a man attack a guard with his shovel.

"Rebels," Wanderer answered shortly as he watched a guard hold another man to the ground and cuff him. he quickly grabbed her hand and turned away. "C'mon. You don't want to see this."

The two reached the coffee shop Wanderer had mentioned: a small cozy place called Melty's tucked away in a corner. While waiting for Wanderer to return from ordering, Y/N caught sight of a little girl in the corner of the shop. She had a book on her lap, but her eyes were focused on Y/N.

"Here," Wanderer placed a cup of milk tea and a small bag of orange gummies in front of her, taking her attention away from the girl.

"What's this?" Y/N looked at the items curiously.

"Milk tea and Pate de Fruit," he answered shortly. "It's a childhood snack for many people around here."

Y/N curiously picked up one gummy from the bag and slipped it in her mouth, the sweet taste and fruity aroma coating her mouth. She picked up the cup and took a sip next. It wasn't as rich as the milk tea made in the manor, but it sent an oddly comforting feeling through her body. "It's good... Thank you."

She took another gummy and handed it to Wanderer, but he looked down at it with an expression akin to disgust.

"No, it's yours," he shook his head. "I hate sweet food anyways."

"Oh, okay..."

As Y/N was about to pop the gummy into her mouth, she noticed the little girl still staring at her. With a soft smile, she held out the gummy to her. The girl beamed, immediately abandoning her book to take the gummy from the older female with a little 'thank you'.

"The town... There's always something unexpected happening," she muttered. "Today showed me it's not what I thought it was at all."

"Regret coming?" Wanderer raised a brow.

"No," Y/N shook her head. "It made me realize how naive I am."

"I don't blame you," Wanderer leaned back in his seat. "You've been sheltered by the duke."

Y/N nodded before noticing Wanderer hadn't ordered anything for himself, "did you not get yourself anything?"

He shook his head. She eyed his clothes, slightly worn, and put two and two together, "do you... Need money...?"

"I manage."

Y/N's eyes softened. She looked down at her ring, then slowly slid it off, "here... Take this."

"No," Wanderer's gaze hardened.

"But I want to help you," Y/N muttered. "You said people don't help around here... So let me help you."

Wanderer looked down at the ring. The intricate designs swirled around the big aquamarine in the center, "do you even know how much this is worth?"

"Um... No...?"

"Then you shouldn't be giving this away," he insisted. But when she didn't pull away, holding the jewelry out with a stubborn glint in her eyes, he heaved out a sigh and took it. "Thanks..."

Y/N beamed, nodding her head, "you can always ask me for help."

"... Finish your drink. You shouldn't be out here too long.

Later that night, the front door swung open, and five pairs of eyes turned to look at Scaramouche enter.

"You're back," Aether grinned, though it turned into a frown the moment he noticed the other male had came home empty-handed. "And... You didn't find the antiques."

"The maids already stored them away," Scaramouche grumbled. The ring Y/N gave him suddenly felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. "But I got something else."

He fished out the ring, placing it on the table.

"A ring?" Heizou raised a brow. "That's one big aquamarine..."

"Where did you find this?" Kazuha turned to Scaramouche as he sat down.

"On the floor. Someone was careless enough to have lost it," he lied smoothly. "Take it to an appraiser tomorrow. This one could last us a while."

"Hope so," Xiao hummed. "Market's prices were insane today."

Scaramouche looked at his groupmates after a moment of silence, "any new information?"

"Town's going to hell," Venti shrugged.

"I said new information. That's not new at all."

"I mean the rebellion's moving sooner than we thought. Heard someone in the tavern say they're going to start targeting the duke's routes."

"Ah," Scaramouche thought back to the burnt cart in town. "Think they already started earlier."

"I also heard people say they'll start targetting the family too if the opportunity shows."

Scaramouche froze at Kazuha's words, "family?"

"Yeah, anyone tied to him." Kazuha nodded.

His gaze averted to the ring on the table. He thought back to Y/N, how the townspeople looked at her like she was the source of all their problems, and how she gave him her ring to help him survive.

"Not our problem," he declared coldly. "Let them do as they please."

She's, no doubt, in trouble, but Scaramouche tried to convince himself that she wasn't his problem anymore.

And deep down? He was failing miserably.

Author's Note : Hellowh it's been a while... I got a burst of inspiration and wrote a long chapter haha I hope it's not bad 🫠

I just finished my midterms omg I hate university so much it's so draining for no reason 😭

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10 OUT OF FRAME!! - The Lion Seethes Tonight (ft. Larry Saja)

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word Count : 1,865

TW : mild language

The shopping district was still empty when the group started setting up their booth.

"Can someone help me set this poster up?" Romance called out.

"Sure... If you're willing to wait a bit," Abby answered as he held up one end of their banner. "Jinu, it's askew."

"No, it's perfectly straight," Jinu scoffed.

"Has anyone seen the pins? I feel like Y/N misplaced them," Baby dug through one of their bag of decorations.

"Check the other bags. I think she slipped it in with the brochures," Mystery mumbled as he tried setting up their audio equipment.

"Speaking of Y/N, where is she?" Jinu looked around.

"Oh, she said she's trying to put on that... Abomination of a suit," Romance grinned as Abby finally came to help him set their poster up. "Couldn't manage on her own, so she went to ask security for help."

"... I see..."

"And... Done," Mystery clicked play on his laptop. The catchy and upbeat intro of their song, Soda Pop, started blasting from the speakers for a few seconds before he clicked pause. "Speakers working well."

"Merch is ready," Baby announced as he placed their last pin on the table.

"Booth's also ready," Abby added.

"Only five minutes until people start coming," Jinu looked down at the time on his phone. "Y/N better be back soon, or else—"

"Here!" Y/N's voice was almost drowned out by the sound of polyester ruffling with every move she made. The group turned to look at her, and their eyes widened.

"Um... Wow," Abby laughed nervously, "you look... Great!"

Baby stifled a laugh as Mystery held up a thumbs up, a small smile on his lips behind the booth, "yeah, uh huh... Real great."

Romance walked up to her, a big grin on his face. He stood besside her, raised his phone, then snapped a selfie.

"So cute," he nodded, studying the shot. "You look so happy and welcoming, Y/N."

"I'm literally seething in here," Y/N deadpanned.

"Yes, yes, and you look cute doing it."

"Are you okay?" Jinu approached her. "Isn't it hot in there?"

"Yes," Y/N sighed. "And the amount of effort I have to give to make this suit move adorably is ridiculous."

"Stop complaining, Larry," Baby scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. "You have potential fans to attract."

"Oi, mind you, this was your idea," Y/N spat as she walked towards the booth. "You should be thanking me, brat."

"Uh huh, whatever. We love you, Y/N."

The place was packed with curious people coming over to check on the booth. Some were already fans of a certain member from their solo careers, others were drawn in by the catchy song and their good looks.

"You're Mystery, right?" a fan beamed. "I'm so glad you're debuting in an idol group! I've always wanted to see you in one!"

"Oh, um... Thank you for your support," Mystery smiled nervously.

"Abby, I've been following you since you were in Scorpion!" another fan gushed. "I'm so happy you're in another group now!"

"Aw, thanks," Abby laughed, waving at the fan. "I hope you'll continue to support me and the rest of the boys here on out."

And in the middle, Larry Saja stood tall, the bright smile on his face contrasting the person inside the suit.

"You're doing great, Y/N," Baby snickered after signing a fan's flyer. "Real idol material here. maybe you're better off as the idol instead of the manager?"

"I'm going to boil your teeth, Baby," Y/N hissed.

"Now, now, don't be like that, Y/N," Romance chuckled before posing with a fan for a selfie. "Make sure you get the lion, darling. He's the real star of the show today!"

Y/N flipped him off from inside the suit, but it looked like a little wave instead.

"Hey, look! The lion's waving at you!" Romance teased the fan. "You should wave back. Looks like he's feeling friendly today."

Some children passing by with their parents noticed the giant lion and started waving at her enthusiastically.

"HI, LION!"

"I LOVE YOU, LION!"

Inside the suit, Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes as she waved at the children. Mystery started recording her as Baby snickered beside him.

"Look at that," Abby nudged Jinu's arm, "she just grabbed a kid who stole three balloons."

Jinu looked up from the flyer he was signing, smiling softly at the sight, "Well, she did say a balloon a person."

He approached Y/N as the kid ran away, probably to find his parents, "You okay in there?"

"Peachy," Y/N scoffed. "Your bandmates are bullying me."

"They love you."

"Still bullying."

Jinu chuckled at that, shaking his head, "the performance is soon. You should get out of that monstrosity."

"Right," Y/N nodded. "Distract the fans for me."

Jinu looked at her from head to toe, "pretty hard to do that considering how that thing sticks out like a sore thumb. Just do a dramatic exit, why don't you?"

"Dramatic—?"

"Everyone, Larry Saja has to go now!" Jinu called to the fans before waving at Y/N. "Say bye to Larry!"

Most of the fans laughed as they waved at Y/N, while the children cheered.

"BYE LARRY!"

"COME BACK SOON, LION!"

Y/N begrudgingly waved before shuffling off to get out of the suit.

"We're so happy to see all the support today," Jinu smiled as he and the boys waved at the cheering fans. "As a thank you, we'll be performing 'Soda Pop' for you."

The crowd cheered, most fans already whipping out their phones to record the performance.

Y/N sat at the booth, watching the boys get into position as she held Romance's fan close to her face. Once they were in position, she pressed 'play' on Mystery's laptop. The intro to Soda Pop started playing through the speakers, already making an impression from the catchy beat and whistling tune.

'Abby's practice really paid off,' Y/N thought, noting their synchronization. She glanced at the fans, trying to gauge their reactions. Most of them were happily cheering, clapping along to the song. Some were even doing the shoulder dance to the beat.

"Woah, they're good!"

"This song is so catchy! I'm sure it'll blow up on the internet!"

A fan's smile dropped when she spotted Y/N sitting at the booth. She quickly nudged her friends, eyes not leaving her, "that's Y/N sitting there right? The ex-Huntr/x member? She's the one running the group?"

Her friends turned to look at her.

"Yeah... And Jinu's in the group... You think that means they're still together?"

"Nah, they were never spotted together since they left the entertainment industry... Until now, at least. Would a group run by her really succeed?"

Y/N tensed, glancing back at the boys performing without a care in the world. She clenched her fist. Why were her skills being dragged just because of some months-old scandal? Maybe showing her face was a bad idea. It could damage the group's reputation, after all. Maybe she should have stayed in that stupid lion costume and—

"Does it matter?"

Huh?

She looked back at the fans, eyes widening slightly.

"If she really is the one running the group, then she was the one who brought these guys together, and they're doing a pretty good job," the fan defending her continued. "If nothing's wrong, why should we criticize her? If it weren't for her, the group wouldn't have been made."

The other fans nodded quietly at that, mumbling agreements. Y/N let out a sigh, turning back to the boys.

"They're doing so well," she muttered to herself. "It's working..."

As the boys finished the song, the cheers grew louder. The fans were clearly hyped, and even the group of fans talking about her earlier seemed to have ignored her for a second.

It was, no doubt, a great debut.

Y/N checked her phone. People were already posting videos and pictures in the internet. The group's social media accounts were being flooded with thousands of new followers, and Soda Pop was already starting to trend.

The last time she saw something like this was back when she was in Huntr/x.

'If we keep this up, we can definitely surpass them,' she thought to herself, watching the boys wave at the fans. Jinu glanced at her, holding up a thumbs up as if silently asking if they did good.

Y/N couldn't help but smile softly and return the gesture with two thumbs up.

The elevator doors opened, and Huntr/x stepped out. They walked into the meeting room, greeting Celine and Bobby.

"I'm sorry for calling you in so suddenly," Celine started as they sat down. "Especially since you're supposed to be on break after a successful tour... Which I'd like to congratulate you on as well."

"It's okay, really," Rumi smiled politely. "And thank you."

"Yeah! Looks like everyone loved the tour!" Zoey beamed. "My social media's been flooded with content on it!"

"Yes, about that," Celine cleared her throat. She turned to Bobby and nodded, signalling him to play the video on his laptop. "Your position at the top is... Possibly somewhat threatened. Have you girls heard this song?"

Bobby clicked 'play', and a refreshing, catchy tune filled the room, leaving the girls stunned.

"No...?" Mira trailed off, turning to her groupmates.

"It's kind of catchy, though," Zoey commented. "Whose song is that?"

Bobby turned his laptop screen to the girls, "a new indie boy group. They're called the Saja Boys."

"Wait, that's... Jinu," Rumi furrowed her brows, eyes zeroing in on the center of the group. "He's back? In a group this time?"

"It looks like it," Celine sighed. "The group has been rapidly gaining traction since their debut this noon... But that's not the only problem."

"There's more?" Mira raised a brow. "What could possibly be a bigger problem than a new group's popularity growing at that speed?"

"The boys are popular, yes, but we think there's someone else to be wary of," Bobby scrolled through his phone, then handed it to the girls. "Here."

Rumi took the phone, and looked at the headlines of the article on the screen.

'Former Huntr/x Member Y/N Confirmed to be the One Behind the Formation of Saja Boys'

"Y/N?" Rumi furrowed her brows, staring at the candid picture of Y/N sitting behind the booth during the Saja Boys' performance.

"It seems she's back as well," Celine heaved out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't know how or why... But she is."

"Woah... She really did it," Zoey mused. "I thought she was kidding since she just vanished after our reunion that day, but I guess everything she said was true— Ow!"

"Not. Another. Word," Mira mumbled pointedly after elbowing Zoey. Celine, however, seemed to have heard her.

"What did she say?" she furrowed her brows. The girls sat straighter, exchanging nervous glances with each other.

"Well, many things, that's for sure," Rumi started with a nervous laugh, "but the main thing she said was... She's coming for our charts?"

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09 OUT OF FRAME!! - Why Are We Called 'Saja BOYS'?

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word Count : 1,520

TW : mild language, mentions of death (figuratively, not actual death lol)

Romance and Baby gawked, their eyes flitting between Jinu and Y/N. Mystery, on the other hand, had this murderous look in his eyes.

"So... Jinu will be joining us as our final member and leader," Y/N announced awkwardly. "Um... Please treat him well."

"Holy shit," Romance mumbled, looking at Mystery, "you were serious?"

"Why would I joke about this stuff?" Mystery scoffed.

"Y/N, are you sure about this?" Baby turned to Y/N. "This guy ghosted you. Who's to say he won't ghost the group?"

"I'm right here," Jinu deadpanned, looking mildly offended at Baby's words.

"Shut up, ghost."

"Hi, I'm Romance," Romance stepped forward, looking Jinu from head to toe with a grin. "You're Y/N's ex? Interesting..."

"I'd rather be known as more than just her ex, thank you very much," Jinu furrowed his brows, shooting Romance a confused glare.

Mystery stayed where he was, gaze drilling holes into Jinu's soul.

"Mystery, stop staring at me."

"Mmm... No."

"This won't end well," Y/N grumbled to Abby. "Mystery's going to tear his head off."

"Then make sure you're there to avoid that," Abby shrugged.

A week passed. The guys grew closer, though there was still some skepticism with Jinu.

The debut preparations were going pretty well. Y/N and Mystery finished the song, so they started helping Romance with outfits, designs for the group's identity, and so on. Jinu and Baby started working on the lyrics, and Abby worked on choreography.

Everything was going pretty well.

"Saja Boys?" Baby raised a brow as Y/N presented their logo and group name.

"I think I did a good job on the logo," she grinned proudly.

"Yeah, the lion is cool," Jinu nodded slowly, "but Saja Boys...?"

"I told Romance it's giving Stray Kids." Mystery deadpanned. "He didn't listen."

"Way to go, bro," Abby shot Romance a glare.

"Hey, we have this fresh, happy, teenager-y concept! What was I supposed to call us?! Saja Men?!" Romance scoffed.

"Why not just Saja?" Baby wrinkled his nose.

"It's missing something!" Romance defended. "Like... Saja. Saja what?!"

"It's better than Saja Boys! Change it!"

"Yeah, about that," Y/N trailed off sheepishly, "Romance booked the venue under the name Saja Boys, so... You guys are stuck with this name."

Silence filled the room before the boys groaned loudly.

"I hate you, heart-head."

Romance responded to Baby with a wink and heart hands.

As they did the days before, the group was hard at work again.

"Guys, I'm hungry," Abby groaned, flopping onto the couch. Y/N glanced at her phone: 7 PM.

"It is past our usual dinner time," she mumbled, looking back at the poster design on her laptop screen. "I can't cook for you guys right now... We'll get takeout instead. Can anyone handle it?"

"Jinu will do it," Romance grinned, slapping a hand on Jinu's shoulder.

"Me?" Jinu furrowed his brows.

"You're the newest member," Mystery crossed his arms over his chest. "Now get the takeout, errand boy."

"Fine," Jinu groaned, fishing his phone from his pocket, "what do you guys want?"

"I'll have a double beef bulgogi bowl!" Abby called out. "Actually, make that triple. Side of fried chicken, and tell them no veggies."

"Cold soba noodles. Don't forget the dipping sauce," Mystery muttered, gaze glued to his laptop screen.

"Honey garlic chicken for me," Romance piped in, "and I want some bubble tea with that: normal sugar level, extra boba."

"Ramyeon and tteokbokki, level five spicy. Yes, the one with the skull warning," Baby deadpanned. "Tell them to add extra chili flakes and chili oil."

"I'll have—"

"Beef ramen, level two spicy, runny soft-boiled egg, no scallions, extra garlic oil, and barley tea," Jinu cut Y/N off before adding after a short silence, "and a side of kimchi dumplings."

Everyone froze, staring at him like he had two heads growing from his neck. Jinu looked up, meeting Y/N's gaze.

"Sorry, it's reflex," he muttered. "What did you want again?"

"Um... No, no... That... That's it..." Y/N looked away. "You got my order..."

Jinu held her gaze for a moment, then checked the list again, "right... I'll be back in... Less than an hour."

While Jinu was out, the group continued to work... Or at least that's what they claimed.

Y/N was the only one doing actual work while the rest were on their phones doing anything but their own work.

"Guys, can you at least look into things for grabbing fans' attention?" Y/N groaned.

"We are doing that," Abby replied, laughing at some video he was watching online.

"Uh huh, sure you are."

Baby peeked at the video Abby was watching: a sports team's tiger mascot dancing. He grinned as an idea popped in his head.

"You know what we need?" Baby looked up. "A lion mascot."

"No one would be dumb enough to wear that," Romance scoffed.

"But Baby has a point; people love a stupid mascot," Abby hummed.

"How much are they anyways?" Mystery mumbled, typing away on his laptop. Y/N leaned in, taking a peek at the screen.

'Giant Inflatable Lion Mascot Costume Animal Character Blow Up Suit: ON SALE'

"Wait, it's 30% off," Y/N grinned. "Mystery, add it to the cart."

"Huh?! You're serious?" Abby gawked.

"You're not gonna do it." Baby scoffed.

"Bet," Y/N smirked.

Two days later, a giant, wrinkled lion mascot costume sat on the couch like a horror movie prop no one asked for.

"Holy shit, she did it," Baby mumbled as the four boys stood there, staring at the costume.

"Right," Y/N turned to the boys, hands on her hips, "which one of you bastards is going to wear this abomination?"

"Uh..." The boys trailed off, exchanging panicked glances.

"I've been working a bit too hard on our choreography," Abby laughed nervously, taking a few steps back. "I think I... Injured my... Knee... A bit..."

Y/N raised a brow, looking at his legs, then at him, "you're walking just fine."

"No I'm not," Abby continued to step back, now adding a little limp. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue our choreography... From... A chair..."

Y/N rolled her eyes, then turned to the other two—

Wait, two?

"Where's Baby?" she deadpanned.

"Oh, he ran off," Romance answered helpfully, making Y/N groan.

"Cool," she huffed. "So, it's one of you two."

"Not me," Romance scoffed, gesturing to his face, "do you see this glass skin? That monstrosity will ruin it."

"Valid."

"Wait, really?"

"As much as I hate to admit it," Y/N grumbled, looking at Mystery who was silently walking away, slipping on his headphones. "Mystery, get your ass back here."

"I have to finish the brochures," he mumbled. "Don't worry, Y/N. You'll find someone."

"Seriously?!" Y/N groaned. She glared at the lion costume as if it had committed first degree murder.

"I mean," Romance spoke up, avoiding her gaze, "you being in the costume is another choice, right?"

"What?" Y/N turned to him, gritting her teeth.

"Am I wrong?"

Y/N thought about it. The boys have to be present to interact with the fans. And hiring someone to be in the costume is out of the budget. So...

"No. You're not," she begrudgingly admitted before groaning, "fine, I'll wear it."

"Really?!" the other three boys quickly came back to the living room. Mystery's headphones were off, Abby's alleged knee injury was gone, and Baby emerged from behind the bathroom door.

"Yes, I'll do it," she groaned. "There. Happy?"

"Very much," Romance grinned. "Thank you, Ms. Manager. You're very kind."

Jinu came back a few hours later after being assigned to takeout duty yet again, earbuds in, bags of food in his hands. He looked up—

There it was.

That stupid lion costume. Still sprawled on the couch like a manspreading husband waiting for his cheating wife to walk through the door.

"What the hell is that?" he looked to the group sitting on the floor as he took one earbud out.

"Promotion," Baby smirked smugly, lollipop stick hanging from between his lips.

"It's the face of our group," Abby grinned.

"No," Jinu deadpanned.

"His name is Larry," Mystery added helpfully.

"No," Jinu groaned.

"Y/N insisted on buying it two days ago because it was on sale," Romance explained.

"And you didn't tell me?" Jinu looked to Y/N, who was typing away on her laptop. "Do you even have someone to wear it?"

"Yes," Y/N looked up at him. "Me."

Silence.

"You're joking," Jinu mumbled.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Y/N deadpanned. Her gaze looked like she was already regretting every decision that led up to that moment.

"You... You're going to die in there," Jinu scoffed, expression a mix of amusement and horror. "You hate the heat. You're gonna pass out from heatstroke!"

"I'll survive," Y/N rolled her eyes, "somehow..."

"You can carry her back if she passes out," Romance winked.

"I most certainly will not," Jinu scoffed, though everyone knew the truth.

He would. He so definitely would.

Author's Note : So uhm... Hi, it's been half a year 😀

Merry christmas, happy new year, happy valentines, and everything else in between lol. College really got the best of me last semester (and this semester aha), so yeah 🫠

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08 OUT OF FRAME!! - The Ghost of Relationship Past

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Word count : 1720

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The plaza wasn't very crowded that night.

The glow of the streetlights stretched long shadows over the brick pavement, and a few performers could be seen in the plaza's corners: dancers, singers, stunt performers...

Snack stands were also open, their bright signs and loud vendors gaining the attention of passerby. It was the perfect place to have fun, or in Y/N's case, scout some talent.

It was also the same place where Y/N and Jinu used to hang out in secret.

Y/N glanced at a familiar hidden corner and much to her dismay, her heart clenched. The worn-out bench they used to sit on was still there, next to the broken vending machine. She could still remember how she would lean against him as he tuned his guitar and asked if he sounded better in A minor or G major... Or whatever key it was.

Not that it mattered to her. She always thought he sounded lovely.

"He's still hanging around this place?" Y/N whispered in disbelief. "Unbelievable. He really is a sentimental jerk..."

Abby glanced at her, noting the way her voice shook a bit.

"You don't have to talk to him," He offered. "I can scout him for you if you want."

"No, I'll do it," Y/N mumbled. "I'm the manager."

"If you say so," Abby sighed as they continued to look for Jinu. "He's usually in the more quiet spots. And he should be wrapping up his performance soon."

"Which means we have to hurry, or else he's going to disappear as usual," Y/N grumbled. "That is... If he hasn't changed."

"Nope, I assure you: he's like a ghost," Abby joked, trying to lift the mood a bit. Y/N merely shrugged as they weaved past the crowd. A part of her hoped they won't find him. Maybe he had already left, or wasn't there to busk at all.

However, the louder part wanted to see him again. Because she missed him. Or maybe just wanted to prove she didn't. She didn't know.

"Ah, there he is," Abby pointed to a figure sitting in a quieter part of the plaza, singing into a battered mic, fingers dancing over the strings of a familiar guitar.

"He's..." Y/N trailed off.

'Just as beautiful as the day I lost him.'

She recognized the song he was singing. Of cousrse she did. It was the one they wrote on a rainy starry night while curled up in his apartment.

'Asterlayna', they had titled it. Meaning 'pathway of stars'.

'Even if you're walking that path without me

The stars I sent will forever keep you company'

She didn't think he remembered this song, let alone would want to perform it in public after their seperation.

And here he was: singing it like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

She watched him intently. In her mind, she was taken back to those nights in his apartment spent cuddling and whispering sweet words of love and affirmations.

And oh, she missed it so badly.

She wanted to be held again. She wanted to cry and have someone kiss away her tears. She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted it all back.

She wanted to feel safe. She wanted to be weak.

When Y/N snapped back to reality, a tear had already ran down her cheek, and the final notes of Jinu's song had faded.

"Thank you, everyone," he said into the mic with a polite nod. A few scattered claps rang out before the plaza quieted again.

"C'mon, let's go talk to him," Abby told her, already walking forwards.

"No," she grabbed his hand, then slipped some money into his hold. "Go get something for yourself and wait for me near the fountain. I'll talk to him myself."

Abby was silent for a moment, "are you sure?"

Y/N nodded, "I don't want you getting caught between my past problems with him."

"Alright then," Abby sighed, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck."

"Thanks."

Once Abby left, she took a deep breath, then approached Jinu who was busy packing up his equipment. Her hands shook with every step. Her mind told her to go back, but her heart was already sprinting forwards.

For now, she'd just have to stay strong a bit longer.

"Hi," Y/N tried her best to keep her voice steady and guarded. "It's been a while. You were great."

Jinu froze. He slowly turned to face her, eyes wide.

"Y/N...?" he whispered, clearly in disbelief. "I... What are you—"

"I wanted to talk to you," Y/N answered, gaze flitting to his equipment. "If you're free, of course."

Jinu's eyes widened more, if that was even possible, "talk?"

"We don't have to if you're not up for it—"

"No, no— I mean yes. Yes, we can talk," he fumbled with his words. "I just... I didn't think you'd want to even see me again. I thought you hated me."

"I-I don't," Y/N looked away. "Or... I do? I don't even know."

Silence lingered between them, neither really knowing what to say.

"I... Still play the songs we used to work on," Jinu said softly. "Some of the chords and lyrics are yours."

"That's sweet," Y/N admitted, hating how he always knew how to make her feel warm inside, "but it's mostly your work."

"Don't sell yourself short," he said almost too quickly. "Your lyrics are beautiful."

"You have to admit it's mostly you, though," Y/N insisted. "And you know what? That's exactly why I'm here: I need your help."

Jinu kept quiet, and she took it as a sign to continue.

"To put it short; I'd like you to join my boy band."

"Boy band?" Jinu echoed, raising a brow. "I saw some viral news recently: you and a bunch of guys... Something about a rap battle and a brawl? Is this what that's about?"

"Sort of," she hummed. "The four of them agreed. I was going to debut just the four of them, but it felt incomplete."

She hesitated, then looked up to meet his eyes, "and then you came to mind."

Jinu's heart clenched. She thought of him? Even after everything?

"You have a great voice, you're good at making songs: lyrics especially," Y/N listed before a humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "Our rapper? He said he'd help write the lyrics, but he's so... Bratty, I'm worried he'll start writing about anarchy or something. So, we could use another lyricist. Plus, the guys are kind of unhinged, so we need someone who can act like a decent leader."

Jinu chuckled at that, "sounds like you've got yourself a handful."

"More than a handful," Y/N let herself smile. "You can call it a zoo."

For a second, she wanted to forget all the business talk, as well as the space that had grown between them. Talking like this was so easy.

But what happened had happened, and the truth still stands: he had left her behind when she needed him.

"Anyways," Y/N cleared her throat, "that's the offer."

"Is this a good idea?" Jinu asked. "Scouting me. I mean, We have history."

"I'm wiling to look past it," Y/N tried to assure him. "I don't want to dwell on the past. It won't do me any good. Same goes to you."

Jinu couldn't bring himself to look at her, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I never intended to leave you. But I was scared. And I regret it everyday."

For a moment, Y/N didn't answer. She looked down at the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever, "you should've said something..."

"I know."

"What exactly happened?"

Jinu thought for a moment, trying to find the words to answer her.

"After the news spread," he started, "I got an earful from my agency. They shelved me shortly after. I wasn't allowed to release anything, so I started sneaking out to busk like this."

"Because singing is all you know," Y/N muttered, making him nod. She almost hated how she still remembered these things about him.

"And after they caught me busking, we got into another argument," he sighed. "I left the agency shortly later, but no one else would scout me because they see me as problematic."

Y/N looked away, guilt gnawing her heart. Why did she think he was enjoying life after he disappeared? Of course he wouldn't be fine.

"I hated you," Jinu's heart almost cracked when he heard the slight tremor in her voice. "I hated you so much for disappearing... But I hated myself more for hoping you'd come back."

Jinu had to fight the urge to just hug her then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his tears at bay, "I wanted to. But I didn't know how."

And in a sad way, she wanted to believe him.

But she reminded herself why she looked for him in the first place: to topple Huntr/x. If they wanted to fix the mess between them, then they can do it as they run for the summit, but it isn't the main goal.

"I want to fix our relationship and be friends because if I want you in my group, I'd rather we can communicate well and be on good terms," Y/N explained, steadying her voice, "but I can't see us going back to what we were. For now, I just want to reach the top and trample Huntr/x. I hope you're okay with that."

"That's... Fair," Jinu croaked. "And honestly, for the best."

'Because you deserve better than a coward like me,' he wanted to add, but held himself back. Because this wasn't about him anymore.

She came with a mission and a burning flame, and he wants to be a part of it. He'll swallow the guilt and help her to make things right, even if things will never be the same again between them.

"I'd love to join you," his voice almost trembled as he gave her a nervous smile. "If you're willing to have me."

Y/N looked at him, then returned his smile, "then welcome to the group, Jinu. Looking forwards to working with you again."

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07 OUT OF FRAME!! - Four Idiots and A Missing Main Vocal

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Word count : 1405

TW : mild language

Four boys, one late manager, and not much patience left.

They had been waiting outside of Y/N's apartment for 20 minutes.

"Is a manager supposed to be late, or is it just her?" Baby scoffed.

"Give her a break," Mystery mumbled, eyes glued to his phone. "She's probably still on the way from Stillwater Café."

"It's been 20 minutes," Romance glanced at the time on his phone. "Maybe we should just reschedule?"

"I don't think rescheduling will stop her from being late," Mystery dialed her number. "I'll try to give her a call. You guys try texting her."

"If she's not here in 10, we're legally allowed to leave," Abby stated, fishing out his phone to text Y/N in the group chat.

"Don't those things only apply to school students?" Baby scoffed. "What are you? Five?"

"Inches taller than you? Yeah."

"Don't you dare—"

Cue Y/N walking towards them, still in her uniform, hair tied into a messy bun, looking like she just ran a marathon.

"Hi," she panted. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The stupid bus was late."

"Oh, no worries," Romance waved dismissively. "We were just getting to know each other better."

"You showed up in the end, so don't worry too much about it," Mystery smiled.

"Any later, and I woulda called quits," Baby deadpanned.

"Right," Y/N drawled out. "Good to know."

The four boys sat squished together on her couch while Y/N stood in front of them like a teacher about to lecture four problem children.

"So, I know the reason I formed this group is for revenge," she rubbed her neck, "but I think we should take a calmer approach for an opening."

"You mean... No dark concepts?" Mystery asked, making Y/N nod in response.

"Right. Plus, it's summer, so dropping a summer banger would be a good strategy. Especially considering most summer songs nowadays don't hit the right spot. So, any ideas or opinions?"

"I have one," Baby raised a hand, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "We debut with a song that calls out how bad the idol industry is."

"No," Y/N deadpanned.

"Ooh! We can drop a diss track!" Abby added enthusiastically.

"No."

"We'll have this hot concept and a song that clearly says we're taking over the industry," Romance snapped his fingers.

"No!" Y/N groaned. "For fuck's sake, are any of you even listening to me?! I said we need to appeal to the public, not scare them!"

The three groaned, slumping against the couch like disappointed toddlers.

"Haven't we scared them with the fight in CitySoul?" Baby huffed. "They know what we're like."

"Actually, it's because we already scared them that we need a welcoming concept," Y/N deadpanned. "So we need something catchy, energetic..."

"Colorful?"

"Yeah! You got it!"

The group sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather ideas.

"I'm thinking... Bright colors, casual styling," Romance glanced at Abby and smirked, "And a crop top. Something that will break the internet the second Muscles here lifts his arms."

Everyone stared at him like he had two heads growing from his neck.

"Love the enthusiasm," Y/N commented, "but... A crop top?"

"Like short, but not too short. Just trust me on this," Romance took out his phone, giving Y/N a knowing smirk. "You will leave the styling to me. I have a vision."

"Demanding. Cool," Y/N hummed.

"The two of us can make the track together," Mystery suggested.

"I'll help with the lyrics," Baby added.

"Somehow I don't trust you," Y/N deadpanned. "You might write about overthrowing the government."

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Baby scowled. "Besides, you don't have much of a choice right now since Chocolate Bar here is probably on choreography."

Y/N looked at Abby, who simply nodded as if to say 'he's right'.

"Fine," she scoffed. "But one word about overthrowing someone and I'm taking away your lyricist privileges."

"Marvelous. Down with capitalism."

Y/N and Mystery started working on the track together while Romance looked for clothes, styling ideas, and the vibe they want to use for their music video. Since they couldn't work on their parts yet, Baby and Abby ended up helping Romance with looking for concepts.

Y/N glanced at the group. Their skills and determination were exactly what she was looking for, and the group dynamic was interesting to say the least.

But something was missing.

"Y/N?" Mystery called out, slipping his headphones off.

"Sorry," Y/N sighed. "I just... Do you not feel like we're missing something?"

"Um... Sanity?"

"Yes, but no."

Silence.

"I think the four of you are perfect," Y/N muttered, "but I can't help but feel that something's missing. Like we need one more person to tie it all down."

"I think I know what you mean," Mystery glanced at the other three boys, watching Baby being held back by Abby from strangling Romance. "Like... A center? A main vocalist? Or... A leader?"

"Yeah," Y/N sighed. "I don't really know anyone, though. You?"

"Not anyone competent," Mystery hummed. Y/N looked at her laptop. The track file was quarter-way finished. The group was half-ready.

But it still didn't feel whole.

And for some annoying reason, the only person that she can think of is the one with the honey-like voice who used to sing for her as if he were a charming prince from a fairytale.

"I hate to say this," Y/N murmured softly, "but... Jinu comes to mind."

"No," Mystery quickly answered, eyes stern. "You need one more person to complete the picture, so you go running to the guy who broke your heart? Don't be ridiculous, Y/N. We don't have to choose him."

Y/N looked away, heart stinging more than she'd like to admit. She could picture Jinu as the center of the group, and she believed he would be a pretty good center and leader. Plus, he actually had skills.

"He's talented and you know it," she tried to reason, "We'd sound better with him."

"Maybe," Mystery mumbled, "but there's also surviving better."

A moment of silence. Y/N stared at her laptop screen.

"You think he'd ruin the group? Actually, would he even want to be in the group? Especially considering it's run by me?"

"I don't know if he'd join," Mystery answered, "but if he does, I do think you might get ruined again."

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, caught off-guard by the honesty, "that little faith in me, huh?"

Mystery stared at her. He didn't want to bring her down, and admittedly, she's right: Jinu would be a good fit in the group. But if Jinu ever hurt her again, then he'd never forgive himself if he let her get hurt a second time by the same person.

"I'm not saying don't ask. You're the manager," he spoke up. "But if he says yes... Don't forget what happened last time. You've come so far in bringing us together, I don't want to see you shatter."

"I won't," Y/N smiled softly. "I've learned."

"Good. 'Cause if he hurts you again, I'm dropping a diss track."

"Really?"

"I'll use a cowbell."

Y/N laughed at that. As if on cue, Abby approached them.

"Not to eavesdrop or anything," he began (clearly eavesdropping), "but I heard you talking about a missing member. What's up with that?"

"We think someone's missing," Y/N admitted. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the four of you are perfect, but... I feel like we're missing someone."

"And you think your ex is the right person...?"

"Something like that..."

"Then again," Mystery mumbled, "we don't really know how to find him, do we? He disappeared from the spotlight."

"I know where he is," Abby stated. "He still writes songs. And busks. I agree that he could be the final member we need, and I can take you to him if you want, but are you sure about scouting him?"

Y/N looked at Mystery, who simply shrugged, "I told you: it's your choice."

Y/N thought for a moment. She really didn't want to come running back to him, but they needed him.

And who knows? Maybe she can dig up some answers to old questions.

"I'm sure," she nodded at Abby. "Take me to him."

"Okay then. Be ready in fifteen," Abby gave her a small smile before walking away. Y/N took a deep breath.

"If he messes up again..." Mystery muttered softly.

"I know, I know," Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes. "You'll get the cowbell."

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06 OUT OF FRAME!! - Wow, Your Abs Can Really Dance

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CitySoul Collective's dance arena wasn't even a proper stage: just a big graffiti square splashed on the asphalt, surrounded by a crowd hungry for impressive dance moves and chaos.

Y/N pushed through the crowd, trying to trail after Baby.

"Seriously," she scoffed, adjusting her mask. "This place is worse than the rap stage! What's this crowd?"

"Looks like Scorpion's already on," Baby mumbled. On the stage, a dance crew was already in the midst of their routine. Flips, freezes, and ridiculously complicated footwork blurring together to the beat of the remix music. Y/N's gaze landed on the leader: a tall guy with red hair, and cockiness radiating off him like heatwaves.

"That's Abby?" she leaned closer to Baby, nudging her chin in the leader's direction.

"No, that's Jett," Baby grimaced. "His footwork's good, but... His personality is ass."

"That's wild coming from you," Romance jabbed. Baby rolled his eyes, then pointed to a guy at the side of the arena, hanging a metal bar, pulling his knees up sharply to his chest in controlled reps.

"That's Abby."

The group approached him. Noticing them, Abby hopped down, dusted his hands, then shot Baby a lazy smirk, "There you are. Took you long enough, brat."

"Shut up, I still came," Baby scowled. Abby noticed the group, and gave them a wave despite not really knowing them.

"Your friends?"

"Hardly."

"Damn, he's buff," Y/N gawked.

"He's beautiful," Romance mumbled.

"Um," Baby shot them a judgmental look, then turned back to Abby, "This is Y/N, and Mystery, and... Heart-head."

"Romance," Romance corrected with a sigh.

"Heart-head," Baby insisted. "And everyone, this is Abby."

"Hi," Y/N waved, "Baby said some good things about your dancing."

"I'd hope so," Abby laughed, "I was the one who taught him how to move.

"Anyways, you're that ex-Huntr/x member? I remember seeing some of your performances. You're a good dancer."

"I don't like my past being brought up," Y/N sighed, "but thanks."

"Ah, sorry. I know what you mean," Abby winced, eyes darting to Scorpion who were still in the midst of their performance. "Anyways, what's up?"

"Y/N's putting together an idol group to dethrone Huntr/x," Baby explained.

"Oh, cool! You're in?"

"No."

"What?"

"Yet," Romance added helpfully, making Baby roll his eyes.

"She's looking for someone who can move, and I suggested you."

"Well, it's sweet you thought of me," Abby grinned.

"Don't think too much of it," Baby scoffed, "I just thought you'd be interested... Especially after those Scorpion people ditched you."

"Wait... What?" Mystery perked up, looking back at Scorpion who were just wrapping up their performance.

"Long story," Abby sighed. "But it's—"

"Rookie!" an annoyingly gravely voice sounded. Behind them, Jett approached with the rest of Scorpion tailing behind him. "There you are! How are you, hm?"

"Jett," Abby's smile dropped, "I'm—"

"Performing alone again today?" Jett laughed, casually draping a hand over Abby's shoulders, then looked at the other Scorpion members with faux sweetness dripping from his smile. "Our rookie is so brave, isn't he?"

The other members snickered, nodding along.

"Hey, you're that infamous Y/N, aren't you?" Jett winked at her. "C'mon, you and your friends shouldn't be slumming it with Rookie over here."

"Well, you seem to be all buddy-buddy with him," Y/N pointed out, "so I don't see why we can't have a chat with him."

"And next up is Abby!" the MC announced, making the crowd cheer. "Let's see if he can top his old group's performance!"

"Gotta go," Abby mumbled, shoving Jett's arm off, then looking to Y/N with a smile. "I'd like to join you, but maybe you can judge my skills first."

"Sounds good," Y/N grinned. "Good luck out there."

Abby approached the center of the arena, confidence radiating from him in waves. The song played: heavy, gritty, with a siren-like synth over it.

"Oh, hell no!" one Scorpion member gasped. "He's using the song we used for our very first choreography!"

"Is he picking a fight with us?!" Jett hissed.

Despite being a former member of Scorpion, Abby moved differently from them. Scorpion had clean-cut choreography, but Abby danced like he was picking a fight with the music itself. Every move was sharp, powerful, and confident. It was the kind of choreography only people with absolute control could pull off.

Fast, clean footwork, a half-spin, then dropped into a one-armed freeze. His shirt slid off, revealing toned abs. Girls started to squeal, whipping out their phones to try to snap pictures.

"Damn," Y/N gasped, "he's good!"

"Him, or the abs?" Mystery asked.

"Yes."

Abby, not missing a single step, hit a floor move and flipped up, winking at a group in the front like he hadn't broken a sweat.

"He's still dancing like he's trying to fit every move he knows into one number," Jett scoffed. "He'll just mess up again."

For a moment, it felt like Abby had heard him... Probably because he did.

He shot a cocky smirk Jett's way, then hit a risky, show-off move Scorpion would never allow anyone to do.

"Oh, shit!" Baby gasped, giving Jett a hard slap on the back. "He just said 'fuck you' through dance!"

"So what do you think, Y/N?" Romance turned to Y/N.

"It's him. He's the one," Y/N grinned, pointing at Abby. "I need those abs in my group!"

"Well said."

Abby's final pose hit with the last beat, and the screams were deafening. Sweat-slicked, chest heaving, his smirk was so big and confident, it was clear what he was thinking: I own this stage.

"He's so good!"

"His footwork is so clean!"

"He was always the best! Even back in Scorpion!"

Hearing that clearly irked Jett. Abby jogged back to them, grabbing his towel and bottle from the benches, "well? Is that good enough for you, Y/N?"

"You're perfect," she smirked, holding out a hand to shake. "We'd love to have you on board—"

"You're not bad," Jett interrupted, swatting Y/N's hand away. "But you're still a usual show-off."

He then turned to Y/N, a smirk tugging on his lips, "you sure you want him in on... Whatever you're pulling together? I'll give you a real dancer. Heck, I might as well join you myself."

"You?" Baby furrowed his brows. "As if."

"This guy—" Jett nudged Abby with his shoulder— "is just problem upon problem. Too ambitious, hogs the spotlight... Trust me, sweetheart; he'll drag your team down and throw off the balance."

Baby's glare looked like it could pierce through Jett's head. Romance scrunched his nose in disgust. Mystery growled, probably ready to start barking.

"Okay, red stuff, listen up," Y/N stepped forward, having to crane her neck to look at Jett. She jabbed a finger at his chest, "you better step away. Nothing you say will change my mind in getting those abs in my group."

"Hey now, I'm just saving you the trouble," Jett laughed, glancing at Abby over his shoulder. "You don't really think a pompous prick will help you, hm?"

"Go on," Abby cracked his knuckles, "keep talking."

"Gonna throw a punch? Predictable. Always the first to throw hands," Jett mocked. "Go on. Bet you can't hit harder than you dance—"

WHAM!

A punch landed square on Jett's face, making him double back, grunting in pain. Everyone looked to Baby, who stood there, rubbing his fist.

"Oh, look at that... My hand slipped," he reasoned weakly. Jett growled, stalking up to him, ready to retaliate.

"You're dead, kid—!"

Abby stepped in, grabbing Jett by the collar and landing a sharp knee to his gut.

"Back off," he spat. The rest of Scorpion tensed, some stepping forward like they were ready to jump in. Romance and Mystery did as well.

"Come on, then," Romance's grin was cold while Mystery growled. "I haven't stretched my legs today."

"Wait," Y/N stammered, though she clearly wasn't putting much effort to calm anyone down. "We should calm down for a second, shouldn't we?"

They did not calm down for a second.

The group walked away from CitySoul Collective in silence, looking a bit disheveled.

"I can't believe we got kicked out," Y/N grumbled, looking at Baby and Abby who were fighting back smiles. "You two don't feel bad at all, do you?"

"Not really," Baby shrugged.

"They disqualified both of you from the awards just because you picked a fight," she added.

"Worth it," Abby grinned.

"We didn't really have to fight to put Jett in place, did we?" Mystery spoke up. "I mean, I think we could've talked it out."

"You barked. And bit someone's arm," Romance deadpanned before swinging an arm over Y/N's shoulder. "Only Y/N and I were cool. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

"You stomped on someone's foot... With your fucking high heel," Y/N brushed his hand off. "This is great. We needed to leave an impression for the public, right?"

"Not a bad one, I think," Mystery mumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock."

A moment of silence passed.

"So, Y/N," Abby spoke up, slipping his hands into his pockets, "you're serious about that group?"

Y/N looked up at him, her lips tugging into a smile, "of course I am. You in?"

"Totally," he laughed. "With these guys? Sounds fun."

"Wait, I said I'd think about it first," Baby protested.

"Oh, really?" Romance smirked. "I heard you say 'you don't mess with my idiots' to Jett earlier. I just assumed you chose to join when you said that."

"You must've misheard," Baby scoffed, looking away.

"It still doesn't hurt to join," Mystery mumbled.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Abby grinned, swinging a hand over Baby's shoulders. "C'mon!"

Baby scowled, then turned to Y/N, who merely shrugged.

"I can offer you the same deal I offered Mystery. One release, and if you're still not feeling it, you can leave."

Baby thought for a minute, then groaned, "fine! I've been seen with you guys anyways. Might as well make the most of it."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head.

"Well then," she sighed, "this was an eventful start."

She thought back to Scorpion, specifically how they treated Abby. She wondered if that was how Huntr/x saw her: as someone who ruined the group.

And Jinu...

'No,' she thought, pushing the thoughts away. She got the group she wanted together. She didn't need to look back at those people.

She'll shove them aside and bring her and the boys to the top.

Let them watch. She was done looking back.

HeroicHipPOWH added MicBrat and ChocolateBar to the group.

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As always, thank you for your support!! Lotsa love!! 🥹🫶

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I'm feeling rly down rn, so I think there will be a new OOF (out of frame) chapter posted tomorrow bcuz posting schedule, n these things always make me forget my problems for a while.

N idk who needs this, but to anyone else who's been struggling, misunderstood, exhausted, or have given their all but ended up broken out of pressure, it's okay. Things will get better.

Thank you for your support! N as usual, lotsa lovee! 🫶

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05 OUT OF FRAME!! - Who Taught the Baby How to Rap Battle?

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 2155

TW : mild language, verbal aggression (I think that's what it's called??)

The city streets were alive today.

Y/N looked up from the festival poster Romance had sent to the group chat the night before. CitySoul Collective was a yearly street festival celebrating the city's underground culture. Rap battles, dance-offs, graffiti showcases, and of course, street snacks.

Y/N pulled her mask over her nose and mouth. Even if it has been months, and the scandal had died down enough, some people still stared for a little too long.

But today, it's not about the past, but about finding a future.

And right now, the future involved a flirty model and a streamer with self doubt.

Y/N navigated her way through the festival and found the two leaning against a graffiti-splashed wall near the rap battle venue. Romance was impossible to miss with his silk shirt scandalously left unbuttoned, winking and greeting passerby girls. Mystery, on the other hand, was dressed like someone who clearly didn't want to be noticed: jacket hood up, earbuds in, tapping away on his phone.

Annoyingly enough, he still looked good.

"Y/N, there you are!" Romance grinned. "Enjoying the festival?"

"Hardly," Y/N scoffed, "A tteokbokki vendor recognized me and tried to give me some in exchange for promotion."

"Yikes," Mystery winced.

"Right? Plus, I doubt using me for promotions would work out," Y/N rolled her eyes before turning to Romance. "Anyways, this rapper you mentioned? Baby?"

"Oh, he's on his final match," Romance nudged his chin in the direction of the arena. "C'mon."

The group pushed through the crowd to get closer to the arena. There, two rappers were battling: one was a burly man who was backed up by his friends, and the other had a shorter build, and in all honesty, looked more like a teenager who just entered high school.

"Lookin' like a kid who just learned how to swear

Think your little tantrums can leave someone like me scared?

Ain't got talent, just a bad attitude to spare

Little boys like you shouldn't brawl in a grown man's lair."

The crowd went wild at the burly rapper's verse.

"A blow from Iron Jaw!" the MC hollered. "Can the infamous Baby top that verse?!"

"This is... Kind of comical, isn't it...?" Mystery muttered. "A burly rapper against a rapper who looks like a kid..."

Baby licked his lips, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips. He brought his mic closer, marching straight at Iron Jaw.

"Big frame, small bars, like a lion with no roar

Even when you bare your fangs, you're so easy to ignore

Go run back to the jungle, you've lost this lyrical war

'Cause when Baby's on the mic? Man, it's blood on the floor."

Baby's verse left the crowd cheering and hollering. His opponent merely crossed his arms and nodded, but it was clear the words had hit deep.

"And the kid is winning," Y/N added.

"Damn, this kid's lethal," a man told his friend. "He's got no chill!"

"He's the reigning champion for a reason," his friend laughed. "He's crazy."

"He's scary," Mystery mumbled.

"He's perfect," Y/N grinned.

Iron Jaw rolled his eyes and dropped his microphone on the arena, then quickly left, followed by his friends. Some whined and told him to go back and continue battling, while the others yelled slurs and threats at Baby, who simply waved them off.

"And Iron Jaw is down!" the MC announced, making the crowd clap. He came and grabbed Baby's hand, raising it up, "everyone give it up for the winner of CitySoul Collective's reigning rap champion: Baby!"

Baby smirked as he scanned the cheering crowd. The smug glint in his eyes vanished the moment they landed on Romance, replaced by a glare so sharp, it could cut the air. Noticing this, Y/N leaned closer to Romance.

"He doesn't look happy to see you," she pointed out.

"Oh, trust me," Romance smirked, "he's never happy."

"Especially when you're breathing?" Mystery arched a brow.

"Especially when I'm breathing."

Once the crowd dispersed, the group approached Baby, who was sitting on the side of the arena, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Baby!" Romance cooed almost obnoxiously, waving his hand. "There's my little mic brat! You did great—"

"Shut up, heart-head," Baby scowled, throwing his now empty bottle at him. "What're you doing here? I told you to leave me alone."

"Ouch, right in the feels," Romance placed a hand on his chest. "You could've at least read my messages. I even offered you candy."

"I might as well report you to the cops. Tell them you're trying to bribe and kidnap a kid with candy," Baby groaned. "Fine. You're already here. What do you want?"

Romance turned to Y/N, gesturing her to start talking.

"Baby, huh?" Y/N muttered. "I'm Y/N, and this is Mystery."

"Oh, the fallen Huntr/x member," Baby grinned mockingly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/N blinked. Twice. Then turned to Romance, "you never told me he was a brat."

"I thought it's written all over his face," Romance defended lamely, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm trying to make a boy group to topple Huntr/x over," Y/N explained, "and your friend here recommended you."

"A boy group?" Baby arched a brow. "Like, an idol boy group?"

"Something like that."

Baby pretended to think for a moment, then smirked.

"No thanks."

Y/N raised a brow. Mystery let out a small gasp. Romance shrugged, muttering a small "called it".

"I don't do sparkly choreography or fanservice," Baby continued. "And I sure as hell don't work with fallen idols trying to relive their glory days. Plus, you have heart-head over here in your group? All the more reason for me to stay away."

"Romance, what the hell did you do to this kid? Steal his snacks at a photoshoot?" Y/N hissed, glaring at Romance.

"I complimented his jawline," Romance sighed, rubbing his temples. "And... Yeah, I stole his snacks too."

"It was a limited edition pocky," Baby added. "And you said my jawline looks squishy, you smug bastard."

"It was a compliment!"

"You just met him and you stole his snacks?" Y/N scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"That's not the point here," Romance sighed sharply. "Anyways, I probably should've mentioned this, but when this guy was a trainee, he was forced into the idol mold. They tried to make him this... Cute rapper boy, and he hated it."

"So now he thinks every idol group doesn't get creative freedom?" Y/N muttered, looking back at Baby, who was halfway to sulking like a grumpy cat.

"I don't mind the cute act too much," Baby harrumphed. "But they wanted me to act like a literal clueless toddler. It's... Sickening."

"But Y/N is different," Mystery tried to defend her. "She's one of us. She's not demanding you to wink on cue. She knows what it feels like to be silenced, and she's fighting to make a place where people like us don't have to fake it: attitudes, flaws, and middle fingers and all..."

That cracked Baby's smug mask a bit. He almost felt hopeful for a second chance, but he didn't want to hope too much. Plus, he had too much pride bottling in him.

"Ah, so this one's your guard dog?" Baby chuckled. "So defensive, it's kinda cute."

"I... What—"

Y/N was cut off by Mystery full on barking at Baby, ready to tackle and brawl him.

"No, Mystery," Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking to Baby, a taunting smirk tugging on her lips. "You know what? I get it."

"You do?" Baby arched a brow.

"Yeah. One label didn't treat you right, and you're so pissed, you decided to throw a tantrum and make it every other idol's problem. And now, you're too much of a coward to try again."

The silence that came after was deafening. The boys stared at Y/N, eyes wide.

"Hey..." Romance muttered, "I don't think you should say stuff like that to him—"

"Interesting," Baby's smirk looked mocking, but there was a clear curious glint in his eyes. He grabbed a microphone and tossed it at Y/N, and she caught it with ease. "Rap battle me real quick."

"Why?" Y/N furrowed her brows, but followed him to the center of the arena anyways. A crowd started to gather, muttering about a 'bonus rap battle' between the reigning champion and a fallen superstar.

"Because if you're the one calling the shots in this little indie boy band," Baby smirked, "I need to see if you're worth listening to."

"Alright then," Y/N sighed. "Let's make this quick."

"Three verses each. Sounds good?"

"That's perfect. You can go first."

The crowd buzzed as some even whipped their phones out to record, already sensing something worth going viral.

"Sixshot!" Baby turned to the beatboxer lounging by a speaker, "Give us a beat!"

Sixshot brought his microphone to his lips, and the beat dropped. The crowd immediately reacted, most of them cheering for Baby.

"Let's see if you can keep up," he smirked before dropping his first verse.

"Ladies and gents, it's the queen who fell from grace

Lost charts, friends, and love, and now she's back to make a name

Ex-huntress turned to prey, better get on your knees and pray

I'll drink your tears once I've pummeled you back into your grave."

The crowd hollered. Y/N nodded, her body bouncing with the beat. She spun her microphone, then fired back her own verse.

"You think you're on top? Well, I gladly disagree

You're nothing but a kid flaunting average rap delivery

Honestly, the outcome's clear: It's gonna be my victory

'Cause you are nothing but a rumor while I'm making history."

"Oh, she's good," someone in the ground gasped.

"She still has that star aura," another muttered. Baby rolled his eyes at the commentary, then shot back.

"You say that, yet it's clear your skills fall way behind mine

Proof is Huntr/x is peaking without you and doing fine

And what about that guy who was your beloved lifeline?

I bet he's sitting back, drinking wine, enjoying your decline."

Y/N clicked her tongue, shaking her head. Of course he would attack her relationship. She brought her microphone to her lips again.

"Oh, you're mocking my relationship? A predictable diss

You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist

Keep my love life out your mouth, unless you don't wanna exist

'Cause just like toxic exes, when you're gone, you won't be missed."

'She's good,' Baby thought to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. This was the first time in a while since he actually had fun in a rap battle, and not because he's roasting his opponents like he'll be eating them for dinner.

"Big talk for a washed-out queen with not even a throne

Maybe you're chasing ghosts because you're scared of being alone?

A cautionary tale, a name on a gravestone

Your era's over, step down, your defeat's already known"

Y/N's laugh was almost mocking, drowned out by the crowd's cheers. She prepared her final verse, bringing an end to the battle.

"Losing to someone like you? That's hardly my fate

You're just a third-rate rapper, and your bars are like, fourth-rate

Next time, think again before you pick your fights, deadweight

You can never beat the queen who paved the way. Checkmate."

Sixshot ended the beat cleanly, and the crowd went wild. Y/N panted from the adrenaline, wiping off the sweat forming on her brow.

"Not bad," Baby nodded. "Not bad at all."

"So that means...?" Y/N lit up.

"I'm still not joining your little group," Baby picked at his nails, making Y/N visibly deflate. "Yet."

Y/N raised a brow, "yet?"

"I'll admit: you're really good. I don't know too much on why you had to be thrown off from grace, but something about the way you rapped tells me you're not just some ghost chasing lost fame," Baby shrugged, then glanced at Mystery and Romance. "so... I'll think about it."

Y/N blinked, but then smiled, "okay. That's good enough for me."

Baby nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, and heart-head," he called over his shoulder.

"What?" Romance sighed.

"Next time you steal my snacks, it's your jaw that's gonna be squishy."

The crowd began to disperse, murmuring about the rap battle. Some had even posted the recordings online.

"Actually, while you think of joining the group, we could use your help," Y/N told Baby. "See, we need another member or two. Do you have anyone who might be interested?"

"Maybe," Baby muttered. "Do you want another rapper or someone who knows how to dance without looking like a fool?"

"Ideally someone who can do both," Y/N sighed, "preferably is not half bad at singing too."

A grin tugged at Baby's lips, "check the dance-off. There's this hunk named Abby. He's kind of a jerk, but at least he's not as bad as heart-head over here. Plus, he can move."

"Friend of yours?" Romance teased.

"I prefer 'mutual respect'," Baby deadpanned before turning on his heel. "I promised I'd watch him, so I'm going there right now. You can come with me. Or not. Do whatever."

Y/N exchanged a glance with Mystery, "well, I guess we're going to the dance-off."

'Ex-Huntr/x Member Y/N Spotted Rap Battling Street Rapper Baby at CitySoul Collective'

The freshly-posted article had appeared in Jinu's feed, and upon seeing her name, he quickly clicked on the news. A recording was even included to support the article's analysis on Y/N and Baby's exchange.

"You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist."

Oh. She moved on.

Jinu's hands started to shake a bit as he forced himself to watch the recording. She was stunning, she always had been.

The cheers in the crowd made his chest tighten. The fire in her eyes wasn't anger, but survival. It was her walking away from her downfall.

And to him, she deserves to walk away and reach greater heights. Watching her do so while he watches a shaky recording of her like a desperate fanboy might as well be his punishment.

"Damn it, Y/N," he laughed humorlessly, eyes glossing over with tears. "You're perfect... You're absolutely perfect..."

He replayed the video. The comments had started to pile up: some bashing her for daring to show her face like this again, while others praised her for never losing her touch. He imagined what could have been if he never left her like he did. Perhaps he could have been there in the sides, being the one she runs up to after the battle, wide grin and sparkling eyes. And perhaps he could have pulled her into his arms, praising her for doing such a good job.

Once the video ended, Jinu locked his phone and tossed it away. He swallowed the lump in his throat, letting a tear roll down his cheek.

She had moved on, yet he's still sitting here in the ruins of her— No, their downfall.

And if this is punishment for what he had done, he'll gladly shoulder it all.

Author's Note : So... That was long lol

I was supposed to post on saturday but the night b4 (when I usually start writing) I ended up doomscrolling, and then saturday night I wrote the raps... N then I started writing the chapter on sunday, n I coulda posted this a couple hours earlier but I got into some conflict with my roommate n... Yea...

Anyways, here's the chapter lol 🤡

I hopefully will update again on tuesday (might b a bit late if not)

Anyways, thanks for ur support as always!! Lotsa lovee 🥹🫶

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04 OUT OF FRAME!! - He's Better at Walking in Heels Than I Am

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1605

TW : slightlty mild language, implied bullying

PhantomNote: r u free tomorrow

PhantomNote: i recommended u 2 a friend

PhantomNote: she wants 2 to take over the entertainment world

RomCom: You recommended me w/o telling me??

RomCom: Wow 😔

PhantomNote: suck it up

PhantomNote: free or not

PhantomNote: at like 12

RomCom: You can come to Studio Lunaire tomorrow. I have a shoot until 2?? I'll let the staff know abt your visit b4hand

RomCom: We can even eat dinner together after

RomCom: N maybe you can even let me n your friend get to know each other better

RomCom: Iyk what I mean 😏

PhantomNote: don't do that

PhantomNote: trust me

RomCom: 😔💔

"Tell me a bit about this Romance guy."

"I trained with him back then. For quite a while," Mystery explained to Y/N as they walked to Studio Lunaire. "I think he has a good voice... But..."

"But...?" Y/N raised a brow.

"He flirts with everyone."

"Ah..."

"It's not that bad, don't worry," Mystery assured her as they entered Studio Lunaire. "Fortunately, he knows what boundaries are."

Inside the studio, the receptionist flashed them a smile, though her gaze felt off when it landed on Y/N, "good afternoon. You must be Romance's guests."

"Yes, we are," Mystery nodded, "has his break not started?"

"It will start soon, but I'll let you come in first," she answered, placing two visitor tags on the table for them. "Follow me, please."

They were led into the studio where amongst the lights, camera, and crew was a man posing elegantly as the cameras snapped pictures of him. His styling perfectly highlighted his elegance, but only one part of the look caught Y/N's eye.

"Damn, he's better at wearing heels than I am," she marveled, brows furrowing.

The cameraman snapped a few pictures and gave them a quick glance before raising a thumbs up, "Okay! Five minute break!"

"Romance, your guests are here!" the receptionist announced. Romance turned around, grinning at the sight of his friend, and made his way towards him. The sound of his heels clicking against the floor was professional to say the least, and it almost intimidated Y/N how good he looked strutting their way.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite singing phantom," Romance greeted. "It's always lovely to see you."

"Likewise," a small smile tugged on Mystery's lips.

"And who might you be, dearie?" Romance chuckled, looking straight into Y/N's eyes. "My heart tells me I've seen those pretty eyes of yours before."

"Because you probably have... Unless you've been living under a rock," Mystery rolled his eyes. "Romance, Y/N. Y/N, Romance."

That made Romance's eyes widen, "Y/N? As in ex-Huntr/x member Y/N?"

"I prefer just 'Y/N'," Y/N deadpanned.

"Hm, feisty. I like it," he winked. "I assumed Mystery already told you we're having dinner together later?"

"I didn't even say yes," Mystery tried to protest.

"Sounds lovely, but I have work," Y/N plastered a sweet smile on her face. "You two enjoy your date."

"Shame. I'd love to get to know you."

"You'd love to get to know everyone."

"Shut up, Mystery." Romance scoffed. "Anyways, what can I do for you, just Y/N?"

"I'm looking for people to form a boy band," Y/N answered. "Mystery recommended you."

Romance froze. He heaved out a sigh, then turned to Mystery, a small humorless smile on his lips, "So, this was the position you recommended me for? A pretty face for another group?"

"I recommended you because you're good, not because you're pretty," Mystery scowled. "Your face is just a bonus."

Romance glanced at Y/N, as if she was going to start confirming that yes, she was just looking for a pretty face.

"He's right: your face is just a bonus," Y/N shrugged. "Sure, pretty faces sell well, but if that's all you got, then I wouldn't have bothered with you. Plus, I bet Mystery knows that if he dared recommend someone who's 'just a pretty face', I would've pulled his bangs so far back, he wouldn't need a forehead reveal stream."

"Uh... Huh..."

"But, yeah. I think you're a good fit," Y/N smiled.

"How do you know that?" Romance smirked. "You've never seen me sing or dance before."

"Darling, I'm recruiting people to topple South Korea's biggest girl group. I'd be an idiot to not do my research," Y/N whipped out her phone and opened one of the links Mystery had sent her the previous night. A video popped up, showing Romance a few years back, singing in a studio. "This is you, right?"

"You sent her my trainee days clips?" Romance frowned at Mystery.

"For evaluation purposes..." Mystery mumbled, looking away.

"You can sing, and you can dance," Y/N continued, turning off her phone. "I'd love to have you in my group."

"I'm honored, dear," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his chest. "Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure about this."

"You don't have to decide now," Y/N grabbed a tissue and pen from a nearby table, then jotted down her contact number, "and you don't have to join if you're not up for it. But I'd love to have you in the group. Or maybe if you want to help us find members or know someone who might be interested, you can let me know."

She handed the tissue to Romance.

"Alright, I'll think about it," Romance nodded, taking the tissue.

"Okay then," Y/N turned towards the door. "I have work, so I'll be going now—"

"Of course, I'd be more willing if you go out with me, though."

That made Y/N stop in her tracks, then stare at him with an arched brow.

"Mystery, this guy's pissing me off. You can bark at him if you want to."

"Y/N, I'm not barking at Romance."

After Romance's photoshoot wrapped up, he and Mystery went to a noodle shop they often went to together during their trainee days. The faint clatter of chopsticks paired with the sound of the TV in the corner took them back to the night they agreed to leave the trainee life behind.

"Why did you agree to help her anyways?" Romance raised a brow, resting his chin on his hand. "I thought you were done with idol life. Didn't think you'd come crawling back."

"Didn't think you were still bitter about it either." Mystery jabbed. "For a guy who goes around trying to be chill, you're kind of failing."

"Ouch, so cold," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his heart. "But I suppose it's expected for a streamer called PhantomNote."

They were quiet for a moment.

"Y/N is different," Mystery mumbled. "She always fights for what's right. Someone like her wouldn't mistreat people like us, and I highly doubt she'd see you as nothing but a pretty face... Especially after what happened to her."

"People like us? As in turned away idiots?"

"You can say that..."

"And how do you know the group she'll make ends up successful?" Romance asked again. "She doesn't have the best reputation right now. You know her plan will definitely work?"

"I don't. But I didn't join for success," Mystery answered. "I thought this was a second chance for me. Maybe she can prove me wrong... That I can actually shine on stage..."

That made Romance think for a moment. He looked down at the tissue Y/N gave him in between his fingers, "second chance, huh..."

He stared at the number, lost in his own thoughts. Back then, he started off as a model, and was offered a chance to be an idol. He accepted, but was met by the harsh way people saw him.

'You'd sell thousands of albums just by standing there!'

'Him? In our evaluation group?'

'Can he even sing? Or dance?'

'He's only here because he looks good.'

'Stop stealing spots from people who actually have talent!'

He had left shortly after, begrudgingly accepting the fact that the world only saw him as someone with nothing but a pretty face.

But if even Mystery was chasing a second chance? Maybe he could too.

Maybe Y/N can prove him wrong too.

Him, and perhaps this other brat who she'd definitely be interested in.

At 4 AM, just as Y/N was finishing up a demo track and her fifth cup of coffee, her phone lit up with an unknown number.

"Do you know what time it is?!" she scolded the person on the other line. "No, I'm not interested in an office job—!"

"Ah, sorry," Romance's familiar voice chuckled through the line. "Sounds like you're not getting any beauty sleep either."

"Oh, it's you," Y/N calmed down. "Did you decide to join my quest in world domination? Or are you just here to recommend people?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Both," he hummed. "I'll join your group. And I know someone you can try to scout. I'm not sure if he'll accept, but I think you'll be blown away by his talent."

"That's great!" Y/N cheered, sitting up so fast she almost fell off her chair. "So, who is he?"

"A former trainee like me and Mystery, but he's a street rapper now," Romance explained. "There's a street festival tomorrow. He'll be participating in the rap event. The three of us can go check it out together."

"Sounds good. I'll clear my schedule," Y/N hummed. "It'll be a good way to scout other people too."

"Great, I'll send you the time and address after this. See you tomorrow then."

"Okay, see you—"

"Also, if I get a breakout from lack of sleep tomorrow, I'm blaming you."

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