đ€đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : Glam Rock!Wumuti [Umut Tursun] x GN!Roadie!Reader | đđđđ§đ«đ: Fluff, Romantic, Eventual Boss x Employee, 2nd Person | đïžđđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 480 Words | âïžđđ§đ§đšđđđđąđšđ§đŹ: This is also not edited! | âđđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: None...I don't think!
đđđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: Meeting the vocalist from your favorite Glam Rock band!
đ»đđĄđšđŹđ đđ«đąđđđ«'đŹ đđđđŹ: This is like gonna be a series of lil "previews" for a bigger fic I have in mind.
"That wanderer-wooing summer night." â Charlotte BrontĂ«, 'Villette (1853)'
Your foot bounced as you waited for your name to be called. You were waiting forâŠyou didnât even know what to call it. It wasnât necessarily an interview. You didnât apply for a job or internship. You wanted to become a roadie for your favorite band âThe Blossom Whispsâ. They were an amazing glam rock band that you looked up to greatly. Somehow your friend had managed to pull some strings for you and you were going to be talking to their singer and leader, Wumuti.
It was strange waiting and fidgeting outside their dressing room but you didnât really expect anything fancy. This wasnât some job after all. Eventually you get let in by some woman who you assumed was the bandâs stylist. You walk in thanking her when she motions to a chair. âMuti, someone is here for you.â She called out walking behind some racks of clothes. You sat down patiently waiting for her to step out.Â
âSorry, I was about to get dressed.â Out steps Wumuti, you make eye contact with her, feeling your ears burn and butterflies flutter in your stomach. She was a goddess walking on Earth. You melt seeing her, not expecting one of your icons to be even more gorgeous in person. When you looked down you noticed that she was partially naked. Your blush moved to your cheeks, darkening to red. She had a pair of white lacey panties on with a matching bra. You tried to not stare at her long legs or exposed navel for too long. You ducked your head looking away shyly. She noticed your sudden embarrassment and cooed at you with an amused smirk. âI hope you donât mind me getting dressed while we talk.â
âOf course not!â You blurted out, your blush spreading to your neck. Wumuti smirked but didn't say anything, just looked at you with eyes swimming with something you couldnât pin point. She looked away from you and started to get ready, fingers combing through her hair as she looked at herself in a full length mirror.
âLetâs chat.â And from there you both talked about their tours and what they tended to do when together on said tours. Sometimes going off topic before coming back to the main point. By the time that she was fully dressed she turned to you. Conversation long ended, she was fully dressed, and turned to you. Once she stepped in front of you she held your chin in her hand and looked over your face before smiling.
âYouâre in.~â She simply stated before turning to her stylist, bowing a little, grabbing her bag and leaving without another word. You blinked processing the words before smiling big and cheering. Quickly calming down when you remembered the stylist was still there.
if you could suggest five albums that are important to you, you relate to, or just really really like, what albums would you go with?
@woahdudecoolboat thank you for tagging me love đ«! sorry for technically doing 6 i just can't separate sunrise and moonrise... they're like one big album to me :')
Aim and Ignite - fun.
Christine and the Queens - Christine and the Queens
TALKING IS HARD (Expanded Edition) - WALK THE MOON
Sunrise - Day6, MOONRISE - Day6
SNOW ANGEL - JUSTB
i'm tagging @moon0fairy @martinmynster @lauranodin @vixl0ucent @dogwalkoclock @topp-dogg no pressure as always!!! <3
if you could suggest five albums that are important to you, you relate to, or just really really like, what albums would you go with?
@duangwithqin tysm for tagging me!! It's low-key kinda funny how you immediately tagged me in on another tag game after I apologized for skipping your last two games đââïžđââïžđââïž and even funnier the fact that I don't typically listen to full albums đ but 1) you always know Xlov is the exception and 2) here are some albums that I genuinely think are unskippable!!
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
previous chap. / masterlist / next chap.
Part Twelve - Lavenderz K-BBQ Mukbang Date (ft. Kato Haru) (wc: 1.5k)
Hyun, Haru and Rui pile out of the cab into everyoneâs favourite Korean fried chicken branch, âKyochonâ.Â
The three spun into the restaurant with one leg bent, foot resting on their knees and their arms raised over their heads like ballerinas.
A grandiose granny no taller than a hundred and forty-five centimeters walks past five other tables with two full trays in her hands like she had been serving via rollerskating.
âMy Baddies!â She yelled, âCome sit down my children! Whereâs the alpha in command?â
Rui randomly picks up a basket of chicken wings and blindly serves it to the nearest table.
Which was empty.
âAhhh auntie, Muti-noona is at the office.â Rui leans in closer, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted. âBut donât worry about it auntie, you know as long as Iâm still here, weâll be ordering lots!â
The Kyochon auntie screamed, yelped, gurgled, all at the same time.Â
She raises up her trays to do a half-committed leg-work exclusive version of the 1&Only choreography, bust bumping and all. Where Kyochon auntie lacked in details and handwork, Rui makes up for it with insane precise choreography whilst Hyun enabled their behaviour and sang along the lyrics of the chorus, all while Haru proudly threw it back in a circle.
The Lavenderz ainât playing these games no more.
Hyun spoke first. âGive it up, HaruâŠâ
Haru, mid-chew, surrendered his soy garlic chicken wing to Hyun. âHere you go.â
âNot the chicken, silly boy.â Rui sipped her ice lemon tea in between speaking like how a detective in a murder mystery would blow his pipe before dropping his next grand-revealing sentence. âI mean your secretssss. Your feeeelingsssss.â
âYou mean lover boy.â Hyun corrected, looking at his seatmate, and then Haru from across the table, still on the same chicken wing. âWe know something is up girl, we can smell it.â
âIâm a cool boy, first of all, and you both are just smelling chicken.â
Hyun does a quick google search of a not-so-random small business social media page with his one clean hand. âNothing going on withââ Hyun flips his phone over for Haru on the other side of the table to see. ââher?â
âNope!â Haru states ever-so-confidently before it clicks in his head whose business page Hyun had shown him. â... Nope⊠okay maybe a little. Itâs not like weâve talked or anythingâŠâ
âBut you did though!â Rui butted in, leaning closer to the table. âYou were the first to talk to her, donât you remember?â
Hyun furrowed his eyebrows. âI donât know what youâre talking about either, Rui.â
âThe University. Three seats to the right, one slot on the leftââ
âOH YEAH YEAH YEAH I KNOW!â Hyun went from staring at Rui all confused to looking at Haru with a âbackstabbedâ expression. âHaru! You didnât even spare us a glance! You were just talking to your seatmate and looking her up and down and all of that!â
âWhoâs looking at who now???âÂ
Kyochon auntie spawned out of nowhere with two baskets of honey-glazed chicken wings.
âHaru and Y/n!â Yelped the Lavenderz.
âHAH?! Thereâs no other âY/nâ in this universe other than me!â
âCLOCK IT QUEEN!â
Haru not-so-discreetly steals two whole bags of honey chicken from Kyochon auntieâs mind-bogglingly massive tray. âIâm hungry.â Which, as the certified fried chicken loving guy himself, translated to: I think Iâm not that hungry but I actually probably am and this tea spilling session will only make me hungrier so if we all want to survive through the brunt of my emotional crisis we might as well order ourselves plenty.
Rui nodded, turning towards neither of the maknaes. âAuntieâŠâ
âYes Rui?â
âFour more honey glazed chicken baskets please.â Rui pleaded with her hands together as if in prayer. âAnd an extra bowl of butter rice, just for me.â
Kyochon Auntie didnât have to be told twice.
Haru was on his third honey wing (not basket) when he finally processed everything he felt and wanted to say to his hyungs.
âI feel like after her speech at the University, I felt so moved, as did everybody else in that auditorium. Similar to when we showcase our songs and comebacks, we tend to feel excited knowing that by putting ourselves out there, weâll at least affect one evol positively. And in the same light, I hope that by us seeking interest in her craft, she can feel that way about herself too, from us. I just⊠donât know how to approach her.â
Hyun inquired. âYou donât know how to tell her you think sheâs cool without it being awkward or striking the wrong first impression?â
Haru nods, seemingly indifferent to the situation, at least on the outside.
At least until he started speaking  again. âI donât even know if I like her that way. But I want to approach her, but itâs kind of difficult when it seems like sheâs taken more of an interest in everybody else in the group except me.â
Upon hearing that⊠Hyun and Rui look intensely at each other for a moment before Hyun decides to talk first. âWell, she never said that. She never told you word for word âI donât like youâ, girl.âÂ
Rui spoke next, âIf she never told you that, then you cannot assume her thoughts for her, Haru. That is unfair to Y/n. It is true that the other members have coincidentally met her or interacted with her more on a whim, or maybe she initially has eyes on other members before you, but that does not distinguish the fact that youâre any less of a lovable, interesting person.â
âEven then,â Haru says after going for his fifth wing of the basket. âIt still feels unfair to approach a person when you yourself donât know how you feel about them. Is it that I really like her or do I simply like the version she presented herself in during that seminar? Or through her business socials? Or because everyone in the group has also taken a decent liking towards her so Iâm obliged to do so, too? I genuinely do not know.â
âBecause you havenât even talked to the damn girl!â Hyun clocked Haru. âWhen you say you donât know if you like her that way, that thought also doesnât matter in my opinion, because regardless of waiting around to see how much or in what way you like a person, that shouldnât allow you to sink into this inertia.â
âHyunâs right, Haru, thereâs no point in dwelling over it. If you want, we can shoot her a text right now, tell her weâll meet up andââ
Hyun immediately, once again, bursts someone elseâs bubble, and that isnât Haruâs. âRui, thatâs not a good idea babe...â
âWhat? Why?â
âYeah man, why?â Kyochon auntie respawns with another basket of chicken no one asked for, sliding it next to Haruâs hefty stash of chicken wings. âHere Haru, have more chicken.â
Haru politely bows his head towards the Kyochon auntie while reading her name tag over because he had forgotten her name. âThank you, Auntie Joo.â
Hyun replies⊠by placing his hands on either side of his chest, palms facing upwards, and moving his chest from side to side like a corkscrew in a bottle.Â
A lightbulb explodes over Ruiâs head. âAh rightâŠâ And Haru gets it too, so he quickly saves Ruiâs face.
âItâs okay, Iâll text on my own terms.â
Haru stands up from his seat, scooting over to Rui and Hyunâs side of the table, âThank you girls so much for the advice.â In Haruâs hand, he plops down a handful of honey glazed chicken wings onto the soy garlic chicken wings. âI canât hug you guys right now because my hands are dirty so Iâll introduce to you this underrated chicken wing combo.â
The Lavenderz looked at the chicken wing combo like Haru had just offered them a kilogramâs worth of real gold.
when people talk about the "most underrated kpop songs" and it's just a bunch of bsides by the top 10 most popular groups of all time my eye twitches a little i have to be honest
'Aura' - And2ble... To name a few đ¶ââïžđ¶ââïžđ¶ââïž
@duangwithqin if you have other underrated kpop song recs plsplspls send me some AND ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT DOING THE TAG GAMES I SWEAR I'LL DO THEM AND IF ANYTHING, PLZ TAG ME FOR MORE FUTURE GAMES đđđ how's Netflix dwy btw... I heard the captions are a lil goofy đ¶ââïžđ¶ââïžđ¶ââïž
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
previous chap. / masterlist / next chap.
Part Eleven - Summer Hits Different In The Spring (wc: 155)
On their way out of the Hotel Lobby, the three members manage to pass by the Lagoona Bar, Rui immediately pointing towards the red seats.
"That's where I met her!"
Hyun, who was standing in-between Haru and Rui, peered over to eye the seats. "Exactly right there?"
"Yes! Exactly over there."
Haru walks beside Rui on the furthest end of their line up, furthest away from the bar area. He scans the seats envisioning that instead of spending his time fixing the settings on his curling iron or picking the best playlist to listen to while getting ready, he could've strutted down right here with Rui and get to see the woman for himself.
Haru snaps his gaze away from the seats, for if he stared a little too long... He might in envision other things that do not directly replicate the way he truly feels.
Then again, what did he feel for this person?
A/n: I don't know if you guys can tell but this chapter was unprompted and I sort of let the story guide me as I go instead of the other way around + I needed to write more Xlov content so <33 New chap coming up on Friday that's directly connected to this one :33
Content: elaborated dirty joke for Kim's part (literally that's it and nothing else is inheritedly NSFW but still... This entire HCs is about lace undies so minors, go watch Ishowspeed x Kai Cenat kpop ship edits đđ€)
A/n: Celebratory fic for the Netflix release of DWY đ«¶đ«¶
Duang
- *giggles*
- Ayo.
- this goofy would probably wear it to surprise Qin or something
- And then when he's serious he'll look absolutely STUNNING in those lace designs
- 2/10 because if Jamie and Pae find out it's over for him.
Qin
- I am foaming at the mouth rn
- I mean!...
- 10/10!
- *remembers that I'm rating based off the CHANCES they're wearing lace panties* oh...
Jamie
- 0/10
- This dude uses a Calvin Klein boxers no matter the occasion (in and out of bed if yk what I mean)
- probably wore those boxers once to a beach when he lost his swimming trunks...
Pae
- Cherry mode activated
- -8/10
Tong
- it's in the name guys âïž
- -1800/10
Kim
- Accidentally wore a pair of deep purple accented lace underwear when 'Cherry' had accidentally left hers in the dorm room after having a 'good night' with Tong because he couldn't find his glasses so therefore:
- 1/20
Marvis
- GUYS.....
- DO WE EVEN NEED TOâ GUYS...
- â1,000âž/aÂČ+bÂČ+cÂČ+eÂČ...zÂČ Ă· thy waist that is sinching OUT OF 10
Auntie Joo (fried rice auntie)
- YES AUNTIE GET IT đ
- FRIED RICE AUNTIE IN THE STREETS, 5-IN-1 DISCOUNTED LACE PANTIES IN THE SHEETS
Would I Shave This Xlov Member's Head? đȘ (Rating + Headcannons)
Synopsis: Um... Xlov đ«°
Content: unintentional dirty joke at Hyun's part, literally nothing else to warn y'all ab but if you guys don't like the sight of (tw) razors/shavers then maybe skip this fic, I spam a lot of these shaver emojis through out this one!!
A/n: FOLKS I accidentally deleted this fic so I had to rewrite it đđ I TRIED TO REWRITE MOST OF WHAT I REMEMBERED, HOPE THESE NONSENSICAL HCS STILL EAT đđđ
[âš Insert cool ahh divider đȘœ]
Wumuti
âą I mean
âą If that's what mama wants, then that's what mama gets!! Who am I to say no? đââïžđȘđ
âą Like let's actually be so fr for a second: If Wumuti walked into a salon and told me to make their hair hairless
âą ... and I'M the hairdresser?...
âą immediate "Ma'am yes ma'am" from me followed by a military-level extreme-japanese-apology-level salute and bow đââïžđ§ââïžđââïžđââïžđââïžđââïžđââïž
âą 3/10
Rui
âą *plays 'I Bet On Losing Dogs' by Mitski low quality bass boosted version at 0.25x speed and -75% speed while sitting next to a rain-splattered window in the back of a communal bus*
âą I'd rather eat raw eggshells than see Rui's glorious extensions natural long hair be pulled out from their scalp đ„
âą And if there was EVER a situation in which Rui is bald then 1) it's a wig cap or 2) their hairdresser mistakened the words "Turn me into a baddie" to "Turn me into a baldie" đđđđđđđđ
âą -70/10
Hyun
âą Okay now would Hyun want to have a bald head? Probably not! đ€·ââïž
âą But would he overreact to having a polished orb for a head that he absolutely did not want or consent to? Absolutely âïžâŒïž
âą Also if Hyun did want to become a baldie I could imagine them walking into a salon trying to act all non-chalant and divalicious (like Wumuti) and say, "I want a head."
âą "... a head full of hair?" đ§ââïž
âą "Nope, just head!" đ
âą Don't go scrolling through the replies, this ain't a YouTube short comment section
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
previous chap. / masterlist / next chap.
Part #3 - Lagoona Bar Baddies (wc: 1,927)
After seating along the shore with your toes in the sand in the foam, you ushered Lexi to go have a proper tanning session with Camila, laying back flat on one of those long white-wooden beach chairs with no book, but a friend to keep her company.
Whilst the two divas lay to tan, you told the girls bluntly to not bother you while you seek for inspiration around Lagoonaâs lounge knowing full well that if you uttered an excuse like âI want to use the bathroomâ, the next thing you know itâs a three girl group talk session in that bathroom with nobody at the benches claiming their tanning spots.Â
Lagoonaâs lounge area mimicked an opened restaurant with the design of a hotel lobby where floors were ceramic, the space only accessible after climbing up a wide but steep stair rail with a grand total of five steps, lined with rows of white frangipani flower plants.
Given that the lounge had no doors nor walls, and the fact that it expands to the size of a five star quality restaurant, it was indeed quite a public area. Not necessarily crowded since, again, it is the spring season so everyone is probably either in a botanical garden or a park or a zoo or something, but filled with enough people that it felt somewhat⊠lively.
Walking deeper into the lounge, plucking off a handful of frangipanis you thought would make the most adorable design on your handsewn bags and pocketing them in your shorts, you took notice of a previously zoomed out bar area with adjustable red cushioned seats and a bartender at the ready, menus over his head displaying multitudes of available food items and drinks.
You did that thing where, when youâre in a public restaurant area that you werenât so sure of whether to purchase an item off the menu or not, you just awkwardly tilt your eyes up and down each menu section, peering over for anything âinterestingâ without getting the attention of the bartender.
Except you didnât have to bother doing that anymore from your far position of a five meter radius because that one singular working bartender was being called over by another customerâ the only other customerâ at one of the adjustable red chairs.
âBartender, an iced lemon tea with a decorative cherry on the side, please!â
The voice wasnât the loudest, wasnât the âscreamiestâ out there, but it certainly was high.
You looked over towards the only seated customer there, gaze gently resting on one of the most gorgeous human beings Godâs good Earth has to offer.
The first thing that caught your attention, obviously, was the bright blonde hair, lusciously long and needle-straight, draping against their exposed shoulder over their translucent sequin cowl top emitting crystal blues and pale whites. Shimmering, effervescent, they were, in that douyin-styled makeup with pink eyeshadow and darker pink eyeliner that matched their hot pink leather above-the-knees skirt poked with silver grommets, then, pink-and-orange romantic sunset themed flip flops at the base of their feet. Youâve read from somewhere, perhaps an instagram reel, the types of hairstyles suitable for a perfectly framed face. Long, sharp faces shouldnâtâve suited barbie-like long blonde bangs and hair, but they fitted that style perfectly.
The customer had their hand resting on their chin, elbow resting on the counter, flipping through the charcoal-black pages of plastic covered paper, bound together via binder rings.
You gulped. Thickly.
Meekly.
You walked closer to the bar area, reaching the counter⊠five seats away from the Lagoona Bar Baddie.
And how odd was it that instead of the bartender reaching out to you first, it was the Lagoona Bar Baddie, looking up from their menu, and then back at the pages, and then looking up again for a double-take with this unbelievably surprised look on their face.
âAh! I know you! Weâve met before, at the University! Right?â
No, you did not in fact meet such a glorious diva at theâ wait a bloody minuteâŠ
â... Iâm not so sure about âmeeting youâ but⊠if Iâm not mistaken, are you Rui? Because I remember last time one of the members of your group had blonde hair but it was short and they were tall and you areâŠâ
You held your breath, pressing your lips into the thinnest of thin lines.
Suspected-baddie by the name of Rui cackled like there was no tomorrow. âYou are sooooo adorable! Come here, have a seat with me! Iâll get us something to drink.â
Us?
Your fragile heart wanted to snap like a spindle of cheap whitemarket threads.
Quickly, like a baby duck waddling from land to pond, you made it to the next seat over fromâŠÂ
âMy name is Rui, the other blonde haired member is named âHyunâ.â Rui holds up a few strands of their hair, âThis? This is just a wig.â
âAhhh, I see⊠My name is Y/n!â
âOh! I already know that. Haru wonât stop yabbering about you.â
âDo you mean Wumuti?â
âNo, Haru.â Rui corrected. They spoke in a way that reminded you of those kind girls from high school that knew how to comfort an anxious peerâ open and inviting, but also, potentially dramatized at times. âHaru and I are roommates currently, so late at night heâd just lay with his arms spread on his bed like thisââ Rui stretches their arms far and wide. ââ And look up at the ceiling before eeeeeeeverything comes spilling out of his mouth.â
âAh⊠I didnât know Haru was the chatterbox type.â You voice out, mentally referring back to earlier this month when you had a spot next to Haru, the way heâd talk in hushed tones, but certainly not to the extent Rui was explaining at this very moment.
âI meannn, no? Haruâs never a chatterbox, but when heâs passionate about something, he can say a few things⊠hereââ Rui bobs their head to the side, and then the other way, ââand there⊠and here⊠and there, but nevermind that.â Rui passes the menu to you. âWhat would you like to drink, Y/n? Sooo many options here, right?â
You nod your head, peering over the plastic-covered menu. âMhm! Theyâre all kind of basic though, and, actually, I want to order some drinks for my friends too, so you donât have to pay on their behalf.â
âYou came here with your friends?â
âYes, I did, but theyâre tanning right now and I want to give them some space so I donât mind staying indoors when itâs still scorching outside.â
Perhaps Rui was reading too into it. You werenât the only one checking out Ruiâs outfit, anyway. Rui took note of your outfit, the baggy shorts and airy bolero, the H&M mofusand t-shirt that Gen Z seems to be obsessed with these days. It wasnât a shabby outfit by any means, but he wouldnât imagine somebody dressed so casually would want to go out for a tan. âHmm, I get you, not everyone likes a tanned look, right?â
âI⊠guess so, yeah. I did promise them Iâll be back nonetheless though.â
âYesss of course you can go back to hang with your friends, girl, this isnât a hostage situation being set up here. Speaking of which⊠I actually came with my friends too.â
âOh really?â
âMhm! With my groupmates.â
You raised a brow. â... Did they also come in lavishly beautiful wigs or just you?â
Another gastronomic laughter booms from Rui. âJust me, dear. Though, they definitely did not come along in cameo shorts or speedos if thatâs what youâre thinking of.â
âIâm not picturing anything.â
âReally? I saw how pink you were back there.â
You internally screeched upon the realization that Rui must've noticed your blush while performing infront of everyone during Spring Fest... winking at you. âHow could I not turn pink? You guys are gorgeous.â
âSo are you, my dear! And your business too. Neopolithreads⊠so aesthetic and cutesy, just like the owner.â
There was always something about the way new people said your business name aloud that felt unreal, merely nerve-wrecking without you meaning for it to be interpreted that way. However, that wasnât the reason your face fell flat at the mention of your businessâŠÂ
âRight, Iâm sorry I havenât completed a single order yet.â
Itâs almost been two whole weeks now, and the pressure put on you ever since Wumuti had texted you last weighed on you more than you thought it admittedly could. And during that timeframe, sure, the designs were finalized, the materials were bought online and received in good condition, you just hadnât mustered up the will to start the project.
And Rui could sense a part of this feeling, be it a fraction or point percentageâs worth of it.
âHey, itâs okay, we all get into a rut every now and then, here and there, every other day of the week.â Rui, in all of their blondette gorgeousness, scoots closer to you, leaving the red seat half vacant. âDid Wumuti tell you to make the bags by a certain deadline?â
âWould that be in character for him?â
âYes to most, but not to you, because Muti-hyung has a heart for slay small businesses.â
âAhhh, well, Wumuti didnât give me a deadline, but⊠I just have this feeling in me telling me to rush my work even when a customer tells me to take my time, you know what I mean? And itâs not because you guys are all idols, itâs a persistent feeling I get with every custom order, except this one is by far the most customized custom order Iâve received ever. Iâm sorry for the yaping, I just⊠felt like it was appropriate on my part as the seller to explain myself.â
âGirlâŠâ
â...â
âGirl⊠look at you. Look at yourself, how much youâve grown in the past year? Two years?â
âTwo years.â
âAhhh yes, two years. You said it yourself during your part of the seminar how tough your late-adolescence had been, maybe even seeping in until now. If youâre not here at the beach for a tan, you must be here for some rest at least, right?â
You nod once. Slowly
Acknowledgingly.
Rui responds, âExactly! So, donât even worry about the bags, you have the whole summer and rest of the year to give us those bags.â
âRight⊠my apologies. I actually came here for inspiration, because Iâm planning on launching a shop drop this summer. I havenât found anything profoundly inspirational, letâs say, like a lightning strike to the head, but, while I walked up here to the bar, I passed by a row of plants andâŠâ Reaching for the bottom of your short pocket, you take out a small white flower. It had a total of five big petals along with an orangish-yellow hue in its center, blooming outwards like silky blush. âI found these. I did a quick google search on these flowers, and apparently, theyâre called frangipanis. I think they look gorgeous.â
Rui looks over at the flower in your hands, an eager smile blooming on their face. âThey do. What are you planning to make based off of them?â
You shrugged your shoulders. âNot sure yet⊠though I certainly wouldnât mind giving you one.â Pinching the short stem of the frangipani, you tucked the flower between your head and ear. Then, you went into your pocket to fetch another fresh bloom. âWe can match together, if you want.â
âIn a heartbeat.â Rui, oh gorgeous gorgeous Rui, takes the flower and plots it between their head and ear. There, the frangipani sits in Ruiâs long blonde hair, and another in your straight dark hair. The flowers suited you both perfectly.
A/n: not part of the official FTS playlist but girllll writing that description scene for Rui was so fun and I had Kehlani's 'Folded' on repeat for the majority of the chapter UGH, MY QUEEN.
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
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Part Ten - Douyin Baddies Phor Lyfe
A/n: I wonder how my audience feels going from smau to written content back to smau-dominant chapters again. I'll be going back to posting twice a week hopefully for the rest of July at the very least. Am TREMENDOUSLY EXCITED for the next chapters but I shouldn't spoil anything so I'll be cheeringon backstage like a manic little fangirl *thumbs up*
Synopsis: Y/n's dream of attending University comes to a halt when her father goes bankrupt. With little to no financial aid from her family, Y/n finds comfort in her newfound hobby and opens a small online business, all while the situation at her home only worsens as the days go by.
Coincidentally, during these past two years, Haru, goes from doing passionate Kpop dance covers to becoming a member of the popularizing Kpop group, Xlov. Through unexpected connections, and with the love and acceptance from their respective friends, the two form a bond through shared beliefs and perspectives on the quiet rebellion beneath their art and fashion.
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Part Nine #5 - Only, Only đ¶ (wc: 1,232)
Sunset came in a flash⊠Literal cameras flashing, because Camila and Lexi wanted to pose for the cameras, the day theyâd get their hot girl summer tans during literal spring.
Later that evening, at the Lagoona Bar, you, Camila and Lexi ordered gelato in petite little cups and wooden spoons, already discussing where to go for dinner on a whim, not wanting the day to end⊠even though technically it just did.
âGuys, itâs getting darker and darker outside yo!â Lexi points to the shore, its horizon all black and blurred. âWhat should we eat? What are we feeling for right now?â
Camila takes a scoop of her taro gelato sprinkled in mini mint-colored marshmallows. âHonestly? Whenever I donât know what to eat but have to make a last minute decision, A&W is my go to Heaven but at night when everyone probably has the same ideaâŠâÂ
So you suggested. âK-Barbeque, anyone?â
Camila and Lexi eye you like youâve just won the golden button in Americaâs Got Talent.
âYou genius.â
And as if on cue, the speakers at the bar roared arguably the best riff-based music phenomenon song of the year that is âFoldedâ by Kehlani.
Literally just seats away from you three, another group of young people had microphones in hand, blessing the ears of everyone at the Lagoona Bar that night with their astounding vocal riffs that could send nightingales to sleep.
A little further away from them was⊠not a DJ, given the lack of equipment and CDs, but some chill hippie who had the aura of a DJ (headsets and sunglasses on and everything) with Youtube opened on his laptop screen.
Lexi took notice of this, and so did Camila, and eventually so did you.
Lexi elbowed Camila gently. âCami, we should dance.â
âGirl, let me finish my gelato first. And anyway, I donât know that many choreos.â
âNeither do IâŠ!â You attempted to save yourself from getting dragged into Lexiâs antics but with you being Lexiâs spiritual twin, that label in it of itself already dug you way too deep into a pit you could no longer climb out of.
So Lexiâs attention goes to you for a second, and then she goes all sixth-grade-hunger-games-role-playing mode in the next. âOkay okay okay so Camila and I are going to dance, right. Y/n, youâre going to sing.â
âNot after the bombshell professional riffer I am not!â
Camila chuckles, and what Lexi says after that makes her chuckle even harder.Â
âWho needs to feel insecure over a professional riffer when we have Shakiraâs long long sister in our trio!â
âLex, if the girl doesnât want to, she doesnât have to.â
You didnât know at the moment if this had been reverse psychology coming from Camila or not⊠probably not⊠but follow-up from the K-BBQ idea, another Einstein level genius idea came to mind. âIâll only sing a full song if itâs 1&Only by Xlov.â
Camila and Lexi eye you like youâve won three golden buttons in Americaâs Got Talent.
âYou genius!â
The group had initially planned to take whatever hotel was nearest to the interview site for their idol activities, and with a little bit of bribing and convincing, they ended up choosing Lagoona Beach.
Wumuti had insisted to the group before leaving the hotel the following day that theyâd at least have some time off later in the evening to fully explore said beach.Â
Upon returning to their hotel after a busy day and getting themselves unready, the group dressed into comfortable hoodies and took a walk together around the moon-risen shore.
Haru walks right behind Wumuti along the shorelines where light was limited, and no one was really in the waters or by the shore during these hours. Rui and Hyun had been chattering behind him. Haru didnât join in this time around.
He just continued eating a club sandwich he snatched on during breakfast buffet hours earlier in the day.
Otherwise, out here with the company of the moon and his friends, he didnât hear anything other than muttered voices and the chewing sounds of his own closed mouth.Â
And then.
Music.
Xlov music.
â⊠Do you hear that?â
Everybody whipped their heads around to Haru, Wumuti stopping in his tracks, Rui and Hyun abruptly stopping their conversation.
They did hear their own song coming from⊠the bar.
Wumuti was the first to walk away from the shore, closer to the bar, her members following just behind her like little ducklings, first Haru, then Rui, and the tallest member, Hyun, at the back.
Climbing the first three to four steps, Wumuti sees a small crowd form, watching as the girl sings between her two friends, singing her heart out to Wumutiâs lines.
This very familiar girl⊠who just so happens to be Wumutiâs personal bag maker  the owner of Neopolithreads with her respective seatmate and Spring Fest MC buddy.
Rui and the maknae line noticed, too. âOh my gosh sheâs still here with her friends!â
Hyun raised a brow at Rui, Haru turns his head abruptly towards Rui.
Both of them turn their heads around at the same time.
But Hyun was the only one to speak. âYou met this diva before? Without me?âÂ
âYou guys were still getting your makeup done so I went down for a drink and coincidentally bumped into her!â Rui turns back to watch the small business owner turned stage singer. âGood job, Kylie! Youâre doing amazing, sweetheart!â
Wumuti repeatedly does the clock it gesture.
âOoh! *ëê»Žì ž heart beat 'Cause I know you're the one, So let me know what you wanna doâŠ~â the singer pauses for a moment, taking a breath before letting her voice glaze the hazey night air like honey in a jar, âFloat away, so high up in the clouds, We're in the clo-o-ouds now, mm-mm~â
âOh my gosh I am so gagged.â Wumuti stated, hand over his chest as if offended but clearly itâs the opposite emotion heâs feeling right now.
âPre-chorus ateeee!â Rui too does repeated clock it finger gestures.
âOh my gosh the two girls are in position.â Hyun sounded like he was screaming in excitement, but this was just level two Hyun anticipation right here. With a hand over each of his hyungâs shoulders, he announces, âTheyâre getting ready to dance!â
âGive me energy, Energy, What you say? Bombs and away, Burning in your heart **ë¶ìĄì ëŹë € ë, No lies, I'ma give it to you straight~â
But all Haru could get his vision to focus on was the singer in the middle.
As backhanded as it was, he did not stare silently, undisruptedly, because of her singing voice alone, more so the whiplash from hearing her bold voice strum through the bar while, in his head, he pictures a shyer woman with shoulders more slouched than these ones, voice far more timid than this one, giving a proudly calm speech of her life story for those potential students who had felt seen from her.
That day, she wore casual but neat clothes and had her hair slightly wavy and put down.
That day, she looked neat and proper even with the quieter demeanor.
Today, she seemed.
Lively. Haru finishes his train of thoughts in his mind. She looks lively, and⊠like a whole other person.
*neukkyeojyeo (heartbeat) = I feel the (heartbeat)
**butjaba dallyeo nan= I run as you hold me
A/n: I've translated the same korean words so many times now it's permanently transcipted in my brain. On a more sentimental note, this is the last part for this little 'anime beach episode' segment of the story and the end of spring/ summer in spring era as a whole!! Good news is that, hopefully for the rest of July, I'll be back to posting twice a week. Hopefully the next era of this story progresses well, too!
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