His conversations with Daeyeol so far had been quite minimal– they’d talk about work or something weird like that. Sparkle songs were pretty easy to write lyrics for. Even the B-Sides were mind-numbingly simple, so it never felt like a great topic to bring up. Which left Hojung at a real loss.
He liked Daya. A lot. And how were you supposed to talk to someone you liked if you couldn’t even figure out a solid topic of conversation.
So he’d started leaving her anonymous little notes where he knew she’d see them– in her locker at the company (he’d enlisted Hyunjin to put them there. He wasn’t about to go in the girl’s changeroom), in her bag while she was training……things like that. Nice little notes encouraging her, shitty drawings, and song lyrics he wanted to use but had to scrap for one reason or another.
It was nice. Sometimes she’d write back, leaving little notes near the hook where she hung her bag for training, where it was certain he’d find it. She’d thank him. Ask him questions. It was like having an anonymous penpal, except Hojung knew exactly who she was, and had a huge fucking crush on her.
That’s when the next note came– ‘what is your name?’ When he’d read it, his heart dropped. He had no idea what to say– standing near her bag with a piece of paper and a pencil for nearly half an hour, debating on whether or not he should reveal himself, when he heard footsteps. Girls laughing. Some of them humming the new Sparkle song. They were coming back, and he was about to get caught red handed. Muttering a curse word under his breath, Hojung scrambled away without leaving anything, flying around a corner and staying there, holding his breath and hoping to god he wasn’t seen. // @lrvescenario
She wasn’t sure when the messages started coming in-- a month ago, maybe. And while she’d thought they were weird and stupid at first, she began looking forward to them. Daeyeol had such a hard time as it was-- she felt out of her element all the time, and it took a lot out of her to perform and be in the public eye. The messages were always so complimentary. So positive. Cheering her on. Telling her she was doing okay. Making her happy.
She felt like she had a guardian angel looking out for her.
It was a stupid thought and she knew it. She’d cringed as soon as she’d thought the dumb thought. It was like a line from a bad cliche drama, but wasn’t this whole situation a plot from a drama? The anonymous messenger was protecting her from herself. Whenever she wanted to give up, she’d get a message telling her that she was working so hard and that they were proud of her.
She’d started writing back the week before. Thanking the messenger. Asking them questions about what he liked (once it was clear he was a he). What he looked like. He always wrote back too, telling her about himself and drawing pictures. She wanted to know who he was so she could thank him in person. Daeyeol was too timid to admit that she had a crush to him, especially to his face if she ever got to talk to him. It was so weird to think that she’d fallen for a guy she’d never even talked to in person or seen before. But she had-- he was so nice to her for no reason, and she at the very least wanted to thank him.
She’d been rehearsing for the next Sparkle comeback-- they were rehearsing a couple songs (One More Time and Likey, but Daeyeol like Likey better. She didn’t usually like having more lines but they were fun lines and it was a fun song), but she just wanted it to be over so she could get her note. Find out who her angel was.
She was the first one out of the practice room, speedwalking over to her hook and.......nothing was there. She looked around for a moment, seeing if it had fallen anywhere, but there was no note. Daeyeol waited until the other girls left, making extra sure it wasn’t by their hooks instead, but when it was clear there was no note, she hung her head.
She’d scared him away. She hadn’t meant to push him away, but she had. Of course he didn’t want to tell her his name-- things were anonymous for a reason-- but Daya had pushed too hard because she was too curious, and she’d pushed him away from her. Biting her lip to keep herself from beginning to cry, she slowly began to go through the motions, putting her coat and backpack on before staring at her hook a little longer.
She’d just ruined the best part of the last few months of her life.