prompt: dabin revealed that he really wanted to share a love theme, a love sound and that he always wanted to do that with the team. In shorter words, HER was inspired by a girl, one girl in specific.
idol: hong dabin (dpr live) [ft. dpr crew]
warnings: really badly written (my apologies), swearing, too much fluff, mentions of mature stuff ;)
“Dabin.” someone speaks up as my hands brush against my ears. The vibrations of the tune fade away as the earphones fall out of my ear. I scrunch my eyebrows as my head turns over my shoulder to locate the sound of the voice. Scott looks at me as if waiting for me to do something. My feet are still on the floor anticipating for what Scott was about to say. “Let’s go.” he finally insists as the crew walks out of the airport doors. I pull along my luggage and the bag is dangling off my shoulders.
We finally arrive in the one and only, Australia. Christian never hesitates to tell us stories about his home and how Australia is very special to him. If Christian says that this place is special, it is certain that this place really means a lot to him. He even informs us that the people here are congenial.
As soon as I step out of the airport doors the weather feels immediately different. It is early in the morning but the weather is warm and there’s a light wind. Christian looks left and right trying to find our van. A silver van drives up to the airport pickup and Christian waves his hand, maybe it’s one of his friends.
A figure steps out of the van and approaches Christian engulfing him into a big hug. Really good friends. Little whispers could be heard between the two of the before Christian turns his head and whole body around to face the whole group. His smile radiates although super early in the morning as he takes a breath in, “Guys, so this is my one of my friends who will be taking us around these next few weeks.” he enthusiastically introduces as she waves and bows. Everyone greets themselves as she tries her best not to hide behind Christian.
“So, hand me or just put your bags down and I’ll put it in the trunk.” she replies waiting for everyone to follow her at the rear end of the van. Cream pushes me towards her as she unlocks the trunk. I hand her my bag as she looks up. Her smile beams even at 12am. “Hi.” she says trying to start a conversation.
“Hey.” I utter as I roll the luggage over to her. With all her strength she attempts to lift up the luggage to put in the trunk. Watching her struggle, a giggle escapes my lips. I press my lips together as I see her try her best.
She chuckles underneath her breath understanding the reason for my chuckle, “Can you please help?” she asks a bit red. I nod in agreement. “How was the flight here?” she continues trying to make more of the conversation.
“It was quite the flight. 10 hours on a plane isn’t something I’d like to do on a regular basis but it’s something I’ll have to get used to.” I honestly declare as I assist her with the bags.
Although I wasn’t looking at her, I feel her eyes travel to me as she takes something into realisation, “Go rest! I know 10 hours is already too much on a plane. I’ll be alright by myself.” she suddenly responds as her smiles slowly curves downward, her eyes fell and she picks up the bag. Her eyes focus on the luggage whilst she stacks them and as her eyes land on me she smiles brightly. I start feeling bad. I sit myself down in the seat while waiting for her to finish. Maybe I could have helped her. She never told me her name.
The van arrives at the destination at around 2am. Before Christian could ask me a question about who knows what, I jump out of the van and immediately to the trunk waiting for her. She slowly makes her way to the back of the car yawning as she covers her mouth. She’s tired. Her feet halt in place as she eyes me, “Oh, Dabin. Go inside, I’ll just be a bit. You can go explore inside. It’s actually really pretty.” she admits opening the trunk as she takes some bags into her hands.
“No, it’s okay.” I reassure helping her with the baggage. “I was a bit tired but I realise that I was being irrational. I’m also stressed because I have no muse at the moment and it’s hard to come up with something especially in one week.” I complain as she guides me to the beach house we’re staying at.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. I guess I’ll just have to make this a week you won’t forget.” she reasons as a laugh escapes her lips. We carefully walk up the stairs into the number 9 block and put the luggage in the house just by the front so the others can help themselves while we collect the rest of the bags.
After placing the bags down we stroll towards the car to collect the remaining stuff. “How did you find the Coming To You Live album?” I ask curiously waiting for her response. She froze and stutters as we take the bags out of the car.
“I’m not a big fan of it.” she instantly responds while she hands me a bag. I pretend to be super offended, hand over my heart shaking my head as I look down. “No no no! Not like that.” she voices, “I really like your voice. You should try experimenting with a new genre, I think that would be good. I like your music too, it’s just I didn’t want to seem like I’m only here cause of your music.” she defends as she looks defeated.
My eyes travel to her, “You don’t have to like my music.” I chuckle as I swing the duffel bag strap over my shoulder.
“You’re making me feel bad.” she pouts as her hands slam the trunk close, locking the car door. Her feet saunter forward and I follow close behind. “I can’t argue that I love your music, I just didn’t want you to think I was a just some groupie or follower.” she gabs as I nod observing her reaction.
“No, you don’t seem like that at all. I’m glad you’re being honest. Many people say they like my music but can’t name a song.” I explain as I lift up the bags to bring into the house. She sighs as she drops the bag onto the floor, everyone is gathered into the living room waiting for the both of us.
She sluggishly walks towards the living room where everyone sits. “So there are 3 bedrooms and I couldn’t afford a bigger place because I can’t afford it, sorry. There’s two bathrooms one here and to the left by the exit.” she explains.
“What about the rooms? Like how they’re gonna be sorted?” Scott asks while the rest of us nod along, thinking the exact same thing.
“The first room has a bunk bed and a single bed, the second room has three twin beds and the third room is a king size. Because I know how tired you all are, I already sorted out rooms.”
Murmurs can be heard as she takes out her phone looking at her notes, “Jaean, John and Cream in the first room. Christian, Scott and Cline in the second room and Dabin in the third room.” she proudly smiles.
“Why does Dabin get that room?” Christian whined.
“I’m in the same room as Christian.” Scott groans.
The whining and groaning continues as Jaean, Cream and John stay unbothered. “Please guys, it’s nearly 3am in the morning and I just want to sleep so can you please cooperate?” she pleads. Not another sound. Everything goes silent. “Another ground rule, don’t trash the place and especially don’t bring home a girl, or a guy.” she clarifies, “Well enjoy the night. Tomorrow we have lots of plans, wake up at 10.” she lets everyone know as they make their ways to the rooms.
Everyone heads off into their rooms and she stays behind. I carefully walk into the room as I hear the sound of commotion going on in the room next to mine. I’m so grateful that I have my own room. I bring my bags inside and set them aside changing into my sleeping clothes. During that time I try my best not to check the phone. If I went on I’d never go off, I take out my appliances, about to head to the toilet to brush my teeth. As I walk out, I see that both bathrooms are being used so I go to the fridge and find some water. I see her fixing up the cushions and blankets on the couch as she rubs her eyes yawning, once again. “Rough day?” I ask leaning on the kitchen counter.
“Tell me about it.” she rolls her eyes laying down onto the couch. “So tired.”
“You should go sleep.” I encourage as I take a sip of my water.
“I have to wait till everyone else sleeps. Make sure everyone is safe and comfortable.” she nods reasoning as she turns on the TV. The bathroom door opens as I head towards it.
After using the bathroom, I quickly head to my bedroom. It’s 3am and I feel extremely drained out from the flight and the jetlag. It was a two hours difference but I still feel a bit fatigue. I get on my phone checking any important messages before I head to bed. Luckily there was none meaning I could enjoy the peacefulness of this place. Of Australia. The door opens a little and my head turns to the sound of the creak. “Hey. Sorry, just checking in to see if everything’s okay.” she smiles at me.
I return the smile and nod, “Yeah, everything’s okay.”
“Well if you need anything I’ll be outside.” she suggests.
“Is there another room outside?” she shakes her head no, “Do you have a place to sleep?” I question biting my bottom lip.
“Yeah, I sleep on the couch outside.” she explains a little too happily. I didn’t catch on before but she was setting up her own little spot outside. I should have figured it out sooner, she shouldn’t be sleeping out there.
“No sleep in here. I’ll sleep outside.” I argue trying to convince her that she should sleep inside and not in the living room. I move towards the door holding the handle.
“No, no, no! It’s alright you’re the guest.” she yells a little too loudly also trying to keep me inside the room.
“You rented this place with your money, the least I can do is let you have a comfortable sleeping area.” I retaliate. She’s nice. Too nice.
“If I sleep here, where will you sleep?” she asks.
“That’s not fair. Just sleep here. I’ll be alright.” There’s that line again. “Goodnight. Sleep well.” she giggles.
Just as she is about to close the door behind her, I call, “Wait.” Her body turns to face me as she raises both eyebrows pausing to hear what I was about to say. “So what’s your name again?” I ask.
She looks down with a bright smile on her face, “It’s Y/N.” she mentions as she closes the door.
Y/N. I finally know your name.
note: hi, it’s gonna be written in dabins pov and i added action! bc it was originally apart of “her” but eh. i’m adding a bonus + can u guess what song? ;) thank u for reading, im currently trying my best to write some quality stories bc mine currently suck a lot,, im sorry. hope everyone is having a good day~ love u<3
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