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Congratulations - Bogum

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You hold the award between both of your hands, bowing to the other actors around you. You brush your hair away from your face, taking your seat next to your co-star, Seo Kangjoon.

"Congratulations, you deserve it," Seojoon smiles, gesturing towards the trophy in your hands.

"I thought Song Hyekyo would win," you admit, "Encounter was really popular."

Kangjoon nods in agreement. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as the show continues. By the time the show is over both you and him are ready to leave. You are stopped in the hall of the auditorium by another actor. You recognize him, anyone could, Park Bogum the "nation's boyfriend" titleholder. You are younger than him despite your earlier start in the industry.

"Congratulations on your award," he blurts, you smile gently humming.

"Thank you, I'm surprised you didn't get one yourself," you admit.

You look around realizing that Kangjoon had left you when you stopped to talk to Bogum. You let out a sigh, not that you expected your friend to wait, he had been complaining about wanting to leave for around an hour. He still could have at least mentioned that he was going to leave first.

"Something wrong?" Bogum asks looking around himself.

You shake your head: "Kangjoon isn't here, I was looking for him."

Bogum hums nodding his head, continuing to look around, in an attempt to find the odd-eyed actor. You pull your phone out of your bag laughing at the text Kangjoon sent you.

"He left, he said he'll take mt to lunch tomorrow to make up for not celebrating with me tonight," you laugh, turning your phone towards Bogum to show him the message.

"Sorry, did he leave because I stopped you?" Bogum murmurs, you shake your head.

"No, he's been ready to leave for hours now," you explain, brushing off his worries, "he doesn't like sitting in one place for a long time."

You can tell that there is another question on the tip of Bogum's tongue that he is pushing away. You can already guess what it is and why it is hard for him to ask. Both of you are actors, both of you get the questions of whether you are dating a co-star are not every time you film a new show. You let out a small laugh, hanging your bag on your shoulder once more.

"You don't have to be afraid to ask, we're not seeing each other, Kangjoon is friends with my older brother," you explain.

"I stopped you because I have been a fan of yours for a long time," Bogum admits, "I still feel starstruck speaking with you right now," the formality in his words feels foreign since he is older than you.

"You don't have to speak so formally, if anything I should be speaking with more formality to you," you trail off, "you're older than me," you remind, "I only started acting two years before you."

Bogum lets out a shy laugh covering his mouth with the back of his hand while he laughs. You hate eating alone and Kangjoon is not going with you anymore, it is awkward to ask Bogum. The words sit at the forefront of your mind, but it takes you longer to ask than you would like to admit.

"Since Kangjoon left me, do you want to get dinner with me?"

"Of course," Bogum rushes, "it would be an honor."

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2 & 32 with ATEEZ Yeosang & Yunho

Yeosang:

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2: They confess their feelings for you.

32: Love notes.

You blink your eyes open, rubbing the sleep from them, the lecture is over, so is your nap. You could have kept sleeping if not for your friend San running up and shaking you.

"Who wrote you a love letter?" He teases.

You shrug, stretching your arms out in front of yourself. You pull the sticky note from the canned coffee, holding it up to read it.

"I don't know who left it," you trail off, "did you see anyone sit back here with me?"

San shakes his head, hand holding the strap of his bag while he things.

"Kang Yeosang?"

"Yeosang," you parrot, "he doesn't seem like the type to do something like this."

San snatches the note from your hand reading it aloud: "You always fall asleep in class, how will you pass the exam? If you figure out who I am, I'll give you my notes."

"You're lucky if it is him, he's the top of this class," San laughs.

You let out a heavy sigh, allowing your friend to drag you to the library, which is where Yeosang spends his time between lectures, according to San, at least. Yeosang waves at the two of you once you get near to his table. San is quick to split off from you, absentmindedly wandering the aisles of the university library.

"Were you the one who left this?" You rush out, holding the sticky note towards him, he hums.

"How did you know?"

You sigh, lowering the note to your side: "San."

"San?"

"Yeah."

"How did he know?"

You shrug sitting in the chair across from his: "it's San."

"Did you drink the coffee I left?" Yeosang asks, leaning his head on the back of his hand.

"Not yet."

"It's my favorite," he trails off, "I don't give it away to just anyone, only someone I like."

Yunho:

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"You got another one?" Yunho whines, "who is it?"

You shrug handing the unopened letter to him: "read it if you want."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not really, it happens a lot," you sigh, "they're not from the person I like so it doesn't matter."

Yunho nods, your words not properly registering in his head while he is reading the note. He leans against the lockers, his lips pressed together, in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait," he turns towards you, "who do you want one from?"

"You."

You step closer to him, taking the note from his hand: "that's not going to happen though, is it?"

"It can."

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3 & 9 with Dongmyeong please

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3: They play piano for you

9: Your ex calls and they answer.

"What do you want me to play?" Dongmyeong asks softly, turning his head towards you

 "Anything's fine it's been so long since I've heard you play piano," you say with a light laugh, "hey, I'll go get you a bottle of water," 

 He hums, nodding softly, his fingers ghosting over the keys of the grand piano. It has been a long time since he has been inside the old music academy's piano room. Dongmyeong plays through a simple piece that he learned when he was younger, waiting for you to come back as well as warming up his hands.

"Here," you say softly, handing him a bottle of water, "something bothering you?"

Dongmyeong nods: "Don't get mad at me."

You nod, shifting in your seat, waiting for him to continue.

"Your ex-boyfriend called when we were out earlier," he trails off, "so I answered the call, I told him we were dating."

Dongmyeong trails off, his fingers lightly resting, on the keys of the piano, not hard enough to press them down. You nod your head softly, resting your hands on your lap.

"It's fine you should've just told me, why would I be mad," You laugh softly, "can you play something for me? I thought of something I want to hear."

He hums: "What song?"

"Do you remember Yiruma's First Love album?" You inquire, he hums, "can you play Dream A Little?"

"Yeah, I can try at least," Dongmyeong laughs.

"Thank you," you muse.

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#16 & #20 with VERIVERY Dongheon

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16: There’s a younger girl who likes them, but they like you.

20: Back hugs.

You are done, it is too much, seeing him with her is too much. No matter how many times he tells you there is nothing between them, it does not feel like nothing. There is nothing between the two of you either; why does it feel like you caught your lover cheating?

“Y’N, wait.”

Dongheon grabs your wrist, but you quickly break out of his grip. He grabs onto your forearm this time, wrapping his other around your middle.

“Listen to me, please,” he pleads with you.

“Thirty seconds.”

“I only need fifteen,” he murmurs.

You brush your hair away from your face, turning around to face him, his arms dropping to his sides.

“I like you, a lot, Y’N,” he rushes, pausing to scan over your face, “go out with me?”

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Escapism - Jinyoung

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You shut the door to the rooftop before turning back around. You nearly jump out of your skin bringing your hand to your chest when you see a person that definitely was not there when you first opened the door. You calm down realizing that it is just Bae Jinyoung. He is mostly a quiet student, sometimes he just disappears, you guess you found out where he is during those times, albeit unintentionally. You decide to just walk to the spot you usually go leaning against the half wall of the roof pulling the orange you brought for break out of your lunchbox.

“Jinyoung,” you call out to him, turning away from the wall and back towards him, “do you want half of my orange?” You decide to offer, finding it awkward for both of you to be on the roof in complete silence.

He stays quiet taking slow steps over to you, you relax knowing that he just does not talk a lot in general. At least around people, he does not know well, you have seen him a couple of times talking on the phone excitedly with friends of his that are graduates or in different schools.

“Did you know I was here?” Jinyoung mumbles softly leaning against the wall.

“No,” you say softly, you grab his arm turning the palm of his hand up placing the half of the orange into it, “I’m usually here during break,” you explain.

He mumbles a small thank you staring off from the roof. The silence is comfortable this time.

“We’re in the same class aren’t we?” Jinyoung hesitates with each word, turning slightly in your direction.

You hum mirroring his posture: “I’ve always thought you were kinda stuck up,” you admit.

He laughs softly at your words smiling to himself, turning down to look at the floor.

“I just don’t like attention,” he admits, “that’s why I come up here any chance I get,” he explains, “I’ve never run into anyone else here, besides today.”

“Yeah, you are pretty popular,” you admit, “my friends from class two talk about you they asked me to seek pictures of you,” you tease, “I never have, because that’s weird,” you add when you notice his expression.

The two of you continue the conversation for a while before you check your phone for the time.

“We should probably head back, break ends soon,” you sigh, he hums following behind you away from the rooftop.

“Thank you,” Jinyoung says softly, “it was nice, talking with you.”

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Praise - Seunghun

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You wanted to cry when you first saw Seunghun announced in a debuting group. You had seen him suffer under his former company of YG, never receiving the praise he deserved from the one person he desperately wanted it from. The now-former CEO. Being able to see him at his comeback stage is probably one of the happiest moments in your two years as a debuted artist.

Byunggon recognized you first, calling out to you which caused Seunghun to turn quickly smiling brightly. You greet the five members of CIX, Byunggon introducing you as a former trainee from YG.

“I’m so happy to see you two debut,” You coo, “first, Woong, now you.” You smile towards the two of them.

“We should catch up,” Byunggon says gesturing between the three of you, “Seunghun was really happy when you debuted,” he laughs gesturing towards the younger.

You return the laugh: “I’ll see you around, I’ll get in trouble if I’m gone too long.”

“Seunghun,” you call, he hums, “I’m proud of you, I’m glad you finally got your chance to debut.” You smile softly taking a step towards them to ruffle his hair, “I’m going now.”

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Grading - Kyuhyun

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The end of the grading period is always hectic, but it just feels like the senior teachers are making things difficult for you and your husband on purpose. The two of you had joined as teachers at a similar time, you are the homeroom teacher for one of the classes he teaches music theory too. He also happens to be the homeroom teacher of a lot of the kids that are part of the concert band program at the school, which you teach. Everyone in the school system is aware that the two of you are married and that you are also the only two music education teachers throughout the school.

“I hate writing evaluations so much,” Kyuhyun groans stretching backward in his seat across from you, “at least it’s the last thing I have left,” he mumbles to himself.

“Why did we become teachers?” You put your papers down dramatically turning towards him, “why did I decide to follow you around for the rest of my life,” Kyuhyun bursts into a fit of laughter at your words.

“Do you want a latte?” Kyuhyun asks pushing his chair back, “I’m going to get another coffee,” you nod your head turning back to your reports.

You sigh typing up an obviously sugarcoated report about a student in your homeroom that usually picks on one of the quieter kids. You use the notes Kyuhyun took on them to make something that will keep her parents happy and not cause a parent conference. Kyuhyun silently sits a vanilla latte down in the clear space next to your laptop. You murmur a mindless “thank you” not bothering to look up towards him.

“Why did they wait so long to tell us we had to do these?” Kyuhyun murmurs picking his work back up, “the headteacher really hates us doesn’t she?” He laughs dryly.

“Hates me,” you correct, “you’re just married to me, which makes you a target,” you sigh.

“Yeah,” Kyuhyun agrees.

You kick him under the table letting out a small laugh shaking your head at his response.

“Didn’t she say some bullshit about lovers not being able to work together,” Kyuhyun inquires you hum in response, “she never said anything to me,” he murmurs.

“Yeah your a man,” you remind him flatly, “she hits on you constantly too, in front of me,” you grumble.

Kyuhyun lets out another laugh: “I love that my wife gets jealous,” he teases, “where do you want to eat when we get done? It’s a bit late to cook.”

“Anywhere’s fine,” you mumble leaning back in your seat, “I don’t really know what I want, so you can decide,” you mumble continuing to shuffle through your papers.

“Okay, I’ll order Tangsuyuk and Jajamyeong when we get home,” he says shutting his laptop, you hum in response.

“Sounds good.”

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More Than - Gunmin

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“Do you like Gunmin?” Your younger brother, Jinseok asks nonchalantly, “it doesn’t matter if you do, I’ve just been curious,” he murmurs.

You want to deny, but you are aware that your younger brother has always been able to see through any lie you make. You hum shifting back in your seat to where you are against the backrest.

“Are you going to confess?” Jinseok sits next to you on the couch leaning back in a similar posture to your own.

“Why would I,” you sigh, “he’s an idol, you’re in his group now,” you lull your head towards him, “it would make things weird for you.”

“Don’t act so self-sacrificing,” Jinseok trails off, “if you like him you like him, it has nothing to do with me,” he shrugs, “plus, I’m pretty sure if you confess he’ll accept it.”

He stands from his seat, you quickly following behind him once you process his previous comment: “What do you mean?” You quickly throw out.

“Heedo asked what he thought of you,” Jinseok explains, “I didn’t hear everything so I can only assume that he has feelings for you too from the way he acts.” He shrugs.

“I’m not going to be uncomfortable if you date him, I doubt the two of you will get to the point you have a shitty breakup, you’re not those type of people,” Jinseok sighs, “stop using me as an excuse because you’re afraid.”