Fandayne's Notebook

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SIX

The first Han River day out, or the “tradition” you and Jaebeom used to call it, was full of awkward silent moments but as unexpected as it was, Jaebeom smoothly slide back into your life after that evening. There were no adjustments made to accommodate him in your daily routine.

You learned that Jaebeom usually starts working in the afternoon but he made it a habit to get up early around six in the morning or else he will feel half of his day gone to waste. Which you find absurd because he could use the time to sleep since he works until midnight.

You also discovered that he is gifted just like his mom when it comes to cooking. He once surprised you at your office by sending some food, when you thought that his mom is back in the country and the one who prepared the bento for you but it was actually him who did all the stuff.

He promised to you that he will make up for the lost time. Every morning, he makes sure that he sends you a text message that would brighten up your day, which you find really effective. Jaebeom really knows how to put you in a good mood. Though you are pretty snobby when you answer his messages and he annoyingly loves to sulk, that is when you knew you two are back into your old bickering selves.

As you and Jaebeom, on one hand, got back to your old selves, you and Jinyoung, on the other hand, also get to be reacquainted with each other.

Just like Jaebeom, Jinyoung is another person that keeps your non-work inbox alive, but it’s on your Instagram.

Right after Jinyoung’s initial response to your DM, he immediately expressed how interested he is to get to know you. He told you that he never thought that you two could find each other in the situation. He was not even expecting for you to remember him.

He wished that you would not find the situation awkward. He asked you to keep the line open: to chat casually, ask about how your day went by, or wish each other good luck. He wants to befriend you. You told him you don’t mind it as long as it would not get him to any kind of trouble. 

He is very chatty as Jaebeom. Not to compare, but Jinyoung sometimes feels like an old friend when he tells you about his day and not a day goes by without him asking you how your day went.

Jinyoung is a meal time alarm. He tirelessly reminds you to eat on time.

He has already shared a little about his friendship with his boss Jackson Wang and told you about how his family made him do the dishes on Chuseok holiday.

…

Just two weeks after your first official exchange of messages, he asked if the two of you could meet.

With high hopes that you will be finally seeing each other again, you arrived at the spot earlier than the time you two agreed upon.

Behind those floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the café’s second floor is a nice view of the photoshoot. The distance was about 15 meters but you have a clear image of him.

Jinyoung was in a grey turtleneck-longsleeves under a darker shade of grey pinstriped-suit. He also wears a cap and his hair is in the lighter shade of brown compared to the last time you saw him on tv. 

Watching him pose and glance for the camera, you still can’t believe that this is the same guy from five years ago who saved you.

Maybe it is the silence in the café that made you reminisce or maybe it is really him who made you feel things about the past. You stirred your iced tea using the paper straw which has started to get soggy.

Jinyoung, despite being busy, keeps you posted. He sends you messages in between takes or every time he disappears into those tents. His last chat advised you that the shoot got extended for another 30 minutes.

It has turned dark and the street lights were already turned on when he changed into a new outfit. Jinyoung is now in a more relax set of clothing: a longer light grey coat over a denim pair of pants, a denim jacket, and a white shirt.

About fifteen more minutes in the second outfit, you received another message from Jinyoung.

“Sorry. Can I still cancel this? There was a sudden change in the location and I don’t think I’ll still be able to meet you after this. Sorry. I hope I did not disappoint you. Perhaps we can reschedule this to another time.”

“Oh,” was the only thing you got to reply and while typing you received another message from him.

“I’ll send some food to your place instead. Can I do that?” he asked.

“Oh! No need,” you replied.

“I insist. Just to pay for your time I’ve made you wait. Send me your address,” his message says.

…

Since it is Friday and you will be spending the night at Irene’s place, you gave Jinyoung her address.

Irene was beaming with a smile when she opened the door for you. She was excited to hear your stories.

“How was it? What did you talk about? What did you tell him?” Here she goes again being non-stop with questions.

“We did not talk,” you dropped it immediately.

“What?” a question of disappointment.

You explained to her what happened. Irene turned out to be more disappointed than you were. You were not really feeling bad about the failed meet up.  It is confusing but you are more relieved.

“Maybe I was not yet ready to talk to him,” you tell Irene. “What could I have told him if he started a conversation?”

“I was too excited to see him to think about those things. But seeing him earlier made me happy, Irene.”

“Really? You’re happy to see him? I’m glad to hear that,” Irene said. “I can see it in your face.”

“I’m sure he didn’t see me earlier but I’ve witnessed how he greets every person in the set; how well-mannered he is; how passionate he is at work,” you continue while Irene is pleased to listen to you. “Irene, I honestly want to get to know him more after this day!”

“Oh my God, YN! Never thought this could happen. YN, simping? No. Shall I call this, YN was enchanted by Jin-“

“Stop!” you laughed. “I don’t like the sound of it.”

You talking about the one-and-a-half hour show you saw in front of the café continued even after the food delivery arrived.

…

Last thing you did before sleeping was list down the fundamental things you want to ask him ㅡ matters that are left unsaid in the chat.

One, why it has to be YN. Two, how did the note end at his hands. And three, why did leave without introducing his self.

But lastly, you need to thank him for what he have done five years ago.

It is better to take note of these at the moment that you are confuse about what your heart feels about seeing him in person earlier. You admit, admiration is there but you have to remember your questions.  Just like what Irene said, you have to grab the opportunity.

You know nothing about what could happen when the questions are answered and things have been said but at the end of the day, you know your best friend Irene will be on your side no matter what.

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𝗔/𝗡: YN refers to “your name,” you / YN refers to the song titled after you

Trigger warning: implied mention of character death and suicide attempt

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THREE

“How ya doin’, noona? How’s your day?”

You received a message from Bambam.

Perhaps he knows what happened earlier. Of course, Irene will tell your “brother” that you suddenly broke down around six in the morning then stormed away from her apartment leaving her confused.

But you do hope that Irene leave the part that it was caused by a guy. Never ever did it happened in your four years of being best friends that you cried over a guy. And you cannot accept the fact that he’s just acquaintance from five years ago and yet he made cry.

Bambam added that he learned from Yugyeom that you took the day off from work and that made him worry.

Yeah, they are actually friends and you think that they exchange rants about work with each other. They might even be together partying last night.

You told him that you just felt a little weird and took the day for rest, without mentioning the crying incident and why it happened.

The conversation was short and ended as soon as you told him you are already fine.

You felt a little guilty that you did not honestly answer Bambam’s innocent and purely concerned question about your day.

What happened was you cried all the way home from Irene’s apartment with a head full of questions. You wanted to sleep but the thoughts did not leave you. So, you opened your computer and plugged in the hard drive that contains the photos from the trip you took five years ago.

You browsed on the photos and realized that not a single photo of him exists in your collection. Why? Because your meeting was unexpected but a serendipitous one.

That might be the case but you remember everything about that night; you remember everything he said and how he looked.

He was sporting a short-cropped hair that frames his face very well. You remember those eye whiskers that appear whenever he smiles. The dimple on his right cheek that gets deeper when talked about a serious topic full of passion.

YN fitted the mood of reliving that night.

There is a hole in your heart and YN has found it. This hole has been there all along and you just keep trying to fill that with the memory in your mind but it was not how it should be.

The only way to fix it is to replace that memory with answers; answers to why a lost girl made it into someone’s debut song. It would be the perfect bandage for your healing.

The train of inquiries is mixed with hate. How could someone use your weakest to make himself famous? You trusted him.

You trusted him with your story.

You trusted him with your story because he was a stranger.

That was the irony. You met a stranger and you find comfort to tell him your life story.

Ironic too that this stranger helped you begin a new life. Someone made you realized that you are more to what people have judged you as. “You are somebody else,” you remembered his words.

You were only 22 then. Your life was in a mess when you met him – that’s when he found you; that’s when you found a new start.

You only want his answers and nothing more.

But your mind was quick to change in the afternoon. After a good three-hour sleep, you decided not to entertain the idea of reconnecting with your “J” anymore.

He had his own fair share of pain when you met. Perhaps there’s another YN out there that deserves better credit than you.

You played the song for the last time and that was the end of it.

You concluded that you were just two ships at that night; just two souls whose lives crossed once but never meant to meet again.

…

Sunday came and you hope it would be another day for rest but shortly after your last night’s conversation with Bambam ended, Irene nagged on having a day out.

Irene was up for shopping and end up buying five dresses. You, on the other hand, bought a pair of shoes and two new books but you end up carrying three bags because of Irene’s unnecessary gift.

There’s no celebration that calls for a gift. But when you’re about to leave the shopping center, you were surprised when Irene handed you a craft paper bag when she came out of a record store – her final stop for the day. “It’s for you. My gift. Open it once you’re at home,” that was she said.

Upon arriving home, you did your final review of the proposal and told the team your approval for submitting it tomorrow.

However, during your entire conversation with the team, you were pretty bothered of Irene texting you if she can talk with you over the phone. You felt bugged that you two were together all day long and yet she still wants to call you at night. But you read her text message as something serious.

She asked you if you have already seen her gift, which you have left sitting on your dining table when you arrived. But what bothered you more was her next lines of saying sorry for not thinking.

You are completely clueless of what she was telling you through text and the next thing you knew, she told you that she will come in your place tonight.

Irene answered right on the first ring when you called her while you are opening the gift.

“I’m driving right now to your place. I’m sorry about the gift. I’m really sorry, YN. I think he’s looking for you… I shouldn’t have given you that. I really think you’re the YN in YN. Again, I’m sorry. With your yesterday’s reaction about him, I regret surprising you with that,” she was rambling words when you realized what is inside the bag.

“Stop! Wait! Did you just get me a Park Jinyoung album!?” you said and that put her rambling in a halt.

“Yes! And YN, it’s called ‘Hear, Here!’ It has a title! But I’m really, really sorry.” She sounded apologetic but she’s still the fangirl Irene.

“What are you sorry for then? You’re getting weird, ‘rene,” you said.

“Seeing how you reacted about him, I don’t think you’re fine to hear that he’s looking for a YN. Okay. I don’t know how to say this… you have there the album in your hands, right?”

An “uh huh” was the only sound she got from you.

“I’m just a few blocks away from your place. Please be strong. I don’t want to see you cry again. I know you have gone to a solo trip at a young age but this is something that would either make or break you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you with something that could surprise me too. Are you listening?”

You were browsing ㅡ no, you’re paying attention to everything that is printed on the book the whole time Irene was apologizing. It’s not the usual photobook that comes in a KPOP album; it also has poems that you believe Jinyoung had written .

You did a quick scan of the poems without pondering on what they want to express but the ninth and final poem is a different topic. You find it uncomfortably familiar.

You know the poem. Your brain gives you the next word ahead of your eyes.

𝗔/𝗡: Sorry for being gone for too long. I hope you missed TOFV as much as I do. Here is chapter four!

YN refers to “your name,” you / YN refers to the song titled after you

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FOUR

When you asked Irene about a nice gift idea, she immediately thought it was for Park Jinyoung, however, you were beyond clueless that it was his birthday the other day. 

You haven’t received any reply from him after that impulsive decision of sending him the message on the second win, when the plan was you were supposed to send him a message on the third win of YN. The third win happened but it’s you who did not wait for the sign. 

Today is the 24th of September and it has been weeks. Thoughts about Jinyoung were set aside because you have to face another challenge today. 

At first, you hesitated to attend your aunt Hyo Jin’s birthday party because you will surely be meeting your aunt Ye Jin and her presence annoys the hell out of you. But it’s your Papa Ji who handed you the invitation from your aunt Hyo Jin and asked you to come with him. 

The party was held in one of the famous hotels in town. You arrived with your Papa Ji and was welcomed by Hyo Jin herself. At 41, she could still pass as one of those models for the skin care products ads under the business she owns with her sister Ye Jin. 

You like Hyo Jin and she loves you as her “niece” but Ye Jin, on the other hand, seems jealous of the relationship you have with his brother. 

Ji Sung, or Papa Ji as you call him, was your biological father’s best friend. When your father died in an accident a couple of months before you were born, your Papa Ji became a constant figure with you and your mom. He was basically your dad growing up.

Even when your mom got sick and after she died, he was always there beside you – a real family member, indeed.

A month after your mom died, he wrote and signed his death will, having you as his sole heir. This was of course not likened by her sister, Ye Jin. When Ye Jin started the rumor that your mom and his brother had an affair, she planted the bane in your peaceful relationship with their family.

The truth was your Papa Ji loved your mom but did not pursue to push further being more than a friend as respect to his late best friend. 

 ...

You were anxious while waiting for the program to start. Thinking about how Ye Jin could make you feel miserable tonight as she was for you for the last five years. But she was out of sight, so you asked Ji Sung about her, only to find out that she went to an overseas trip. Sad for her she missed her younger sister’s party, you thought finding it funny that you were worrying the whole time for nothing.

A staff approach you and told you that your aunt Hyo Jin wants you to join her at the waiting room. 

She was having her makeup retouch when you got in the room. You have also noticed that she had a changed of dress for the third time now. The first one was a beige sheer long-sleeved dress, then a black cocktail dress, and now she is wearing a white puff sleeve dress.

“You called for me?” you asked.

“I just want to have a quick catch up with my darling niece,” she said while delicately holding your hand and one of your cheeks with her other hand. She was smiling like she really missed you. “It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, YN.”

“How have you been?” she asked.

If you were the talkative type, you could have told her about the Jackson Wang feature that your team slayed. Having this big feature, altogether with the photoshoots, done in less than two weeks. The initial prints for the next issue being made are set for proofreading. All of that went smoothly. 

But you just answered her question vaguely in eight words. 

“Well, there’s nothing exciting going on except my job,” you said unsure if she would take that for an answer.

“I think we should do a spa day next time so we could catch up longer,” she was really eager to know more things.

“That’s a great idea!” you quickly replied. “Hope our schedules meet. We’re both busy. But you really need a day to relax. You should not be overworking yourself, auntie.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one to tell you that?” Hyo Jin said. “You work even on weekends!”

“But my job calls for that and I love my job,” you said.

“I believe you,” she replied looking at you smiling like you bring so much joy to her.

"Send your Papa Ji a message to come here. I want to take photos with you two,” she requested. “It’s a special day for me, I want my family to join me in pictures.” 

You belong to the family that was what she meant and that warmly touched your heart. You felt being loved.

 ...

After a good 10 minutes of having your photos taken, Ji Sung found an excuse for Hyo Jin to let the two of you go.

“Excuse us, Hyo Jin! But I want to introduce YN to someone from your guests while the party hasn’t started. If you don’t mind?” Ji Sung said.

“I would say you’re interrupting our aunt-niece time but I don’t mind at all. You can take her. Introduce her to people!” You thought she is crazy for saying that. 

“See you later, auntie. By the way, you look so pretty,” you told her.

“Thank you! I’m almost done here but we’re still waiting for a few guests. Enjoy the party!” Hyo Jin said.

As soon as Ji Sung close the door of Hyo Jin’s waiting room, you immediately asked him who is this someone he wants you to meet.

“I’m not sure if you have already met this son of a friend of mine,“ he said. “He’s of the same age as you and if my memory serves me right, he finished his studies in China and has worked with an entertainment company there.” 

“And why do you want me to get acquainted with this guy?” you asked as a follow-up question.

“Both of you kind of play in the same field and you know, he’s quite charming.” Your Papa Ji is grinning like there is something more to what he meant. You gave him that sarcastic look and he just snorts at you.

“We sort of ran into each other earlier by the bar and I immediately recognized him. How disrespectful of this kid to ask about you right away when I’m the one in front of him?” he kids. 

You knew who he was talking about. “What’s. With. The. Hair?” You whispered to Ji Sung being slightly taken a back by this guy.

The guy in a black blazer and dark washed denim pants with a long and pretty messy hairstyle turned around, flashed you a smile, and greeted you “YN! It’s nice to see you again!”

𝗔/𝗡: YN refers to “your name,” you / YN refers to the song titled after you

Trigger warning: implied mention of character death and suicide attempt

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THREE

“How ya doin’, noona? How’s your day?”

You received a message from Bambam.

Perhaps he knows what happened earlier. Of course, Irene will tell your “brother” that you suddenly broke down around six in the morning then stormed away from her apartment leaving her confused.

But you do hope that Irene leave the part that it was caused by a guy. Never ever did it happened in your four years of being best friends that you cried over a guy. And you cannot accept the fact that he’s just acquaintance from five years ago and yet he made cry.

Bambam added that he learned from Yugyeom that you took the day off from work and that made him worry.

Yeah, they are actually friends and you think that they exchange rants about work with each other. They might even be together partying last night.

You told him that you just felt a little weird and took the day for rest, without mentioning the crying incident and why it happened.

The conversation was short and ended as soon as you told him you are already fine.

You felt a little guilty that you did not honestly answer Bambam’s innocent and purely concerned question about your day.

What happened was you cried all the way home from Irene’s apartment with a head full of questions. You wanted to sleep but the thoughts did not leave you. So, you opened your computer and plugged in the hard drive that contains the photos from the trip you took five years ago.

You browsed on the photos and realized that not a single photo of him exists in your collection. Why? Because your meeting was unexpected but a serendipitous one.

That might be the case but you remember everything about that night; you remember everything he said and how he looked.

He was sporting a short-cropped hair that frames his face very well. You remember those eye whiskers that appear whenever he smiles. The dimple on his right cheek that gets deeper when talked about a serious topic full of passion.

YN fitted the mood of reliving that night.

There is a hole in your heart and YN has found it. This hole has been there all along and you just keep trying to fill that with the memory in your mind but it was not how it should be.

The only way to fix it is to replace that memory with answers; answers to why a lost girl made it into someone’s debut song. It would be the perfect bandage for your healing.

The train of inquiries is mixed with hate. How could someone use your weakest to make himself famous? You trusted him.

You trusted him with your story.

You trusted him with your story because he was a stranger.

That was the irony. You met a stranger and you find comfort to tell him your life story.

Ironic too that this stranger helped you begin a new life. Someone made you realized that you are more to what people have judged you as. “You are somebody else,” you remembered his words.

You were only 22 then. Your life was in a mess when you met him – that’s when he found you; that’s when you found a new start.

You only want his answers and nothing more.

But your mind was quick to change in the afternoon. After a good three-hour sleep, you decided not to entertain the idea of reconnecting with your “J” anymore.

He had his own fair share of pain when you met. Perhaps there’s another YN out there that deserves better credit than you.

You played the song for the last time and that was the end of it.

You concluded that you were just two ships at that night; just two souls whose lives crossed once but never meant to meet again.

…

Sunday came and you hope it would be another day for rest but shortly after your last night’s conversation with Bambam ended, Irene nagged on having a day out.

Irene was up for shopping and end up buying five dresses. You, on the other hand, bought a pair of shoes and two new books but you end up carrying three bags because of Irene’s unnecessary gift.

There’s no celebration that calls for a gift. But when you’re about to leave the shopping center, you were surprised when Irene handed you a craft paper bag when she came out of a record store – her final stop for the day. “It’s for you. My gift. Open it once you’re at home,” that was she said.

Upon arriving home, you did your final review of the proposal and told the team your approval for submitting it tomorrow.

However, during your entire conversation with the team, you were pretty bothered of Irene texting you if she can talk with you over the phone. You felt bugged that you two were together all day long and yet she still wants to call you at night. But you read her text message as something serious.

She asked you if you have already seen her gift, which you have left sitting on your dining table when you arrived. But what bothered you more was her next lines of saying sorry for not thinking.

You are completely clueless of what she was telling you through text and the next thing you knew, she told you that she will come in your place tonight.

Irene answered right on the first ring when you called her while you are opening the gift.

“I’m driving right now to your place. I’m sorry about the gift. I’m really sorry, YN. I think he’s looking for you… I shouldn’t have given you that. I really think you’re the YN in YN. Again, I’m sorry. With your yesterday’s reaction about him, I regret surprising you with that,” she was rambling words when you realized what is inside the bag.

“Stop! Wait! Did you just get me a Park Jinyoung album!?” you said and that put her rambling in a halt.

“Yes! And YN, it’s called ‘Hear, Here!’ It has a title! But I’m really, really sorry.” She sounded apologetic but she’s still the fangirl Irene.

“What are you sorry for then? You’re getting weird, ‘rene,” you said.

“Seeing how you reacted about him, I don’t think you’re fine to hear that he’s looking for a YN. Okay. I don’t know how to say this… you have there the album in your hands, right?”

An “uh huh” was the only sound she got from you.

“I’m just a few blocks away from your place. Please be strong. I don’t want to see you cry again. I know you have gone to a solo trip at a young age but this is something that would either make or break you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you with something that could surprise me too. Are you listening?”

You were browsing ㅡ no, you’re paying attention to everything that is printed on the book the whole time Irene was apologizing. It’s not the usual photobook that comes in a KPOP album; it also has poems that you believe Jinyoung had written .

You did a quick scan of the poems without pondering on what they want to express but the ninth and final poem is a different topic. You find it uncomfortably familiar.

You know the poem. Your brain gives you the next word ahead of your eyes.

Plot: The guy you met five years ago stole your name and made money out of it. You asked for a meeting to settle things between you and him, but he stole another thing from you.

He took your heart with him.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Park Jinyoung x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: A good mix of fluff and angst

𝗔/𝗡: This is my first full-length fic so please bear with me.

I intended to write this narrative in complementary with the socmed AU version posted on my twitter account, @/fandayneNotes. The two versions can stand alone from each other though.

Enjoy! Happy reading!

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TWO

For the first time, you asked Irene to play a song twice. This is very foreign to your nature.

The second time “Y/N” was played, you became sure that this song will be the subject of your scrutiny for the rest of the week.

You want to break down its lyrics. You want to understand each stanza. You want to find the meaning of every line. And you want to know where every word came from.

Plot: The guy you met five years ago stole your name and made money out of it. You asked for a meeting to settle things between you and him, but he stole another thing from you.

He took your heart with him.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Park Jinyoung x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: A good mix of fluff and angst

𝗔/𝗡: This is my first full-length fic so please bear with me.

I intended to write this narrative in complementary with the socmed AU version posted on my twitter account, @/fandayneNotes. The two versions can stand alone from each other though.

Enjoy! Happy reading!

One | Two | Three | Four

𝗢𝗡𝗘

Ten minutes before your workday finally come to an end, you received a message from your best friend of four years.

Irene sent you a picture of a signed polaroid of Jackson Wang.

Irene is a closeted fangirl. It is just you and one of her employees who know that she is crazy over this famous multi-talented idol Jackson Wang. People often mistaken her as someone who is stern, maybe because of her natural resting bitch face, but the truth is she is a lovable bubbly soul. Her beautiful personality matches her beautiful face.

Running a coffeeshop in the business district is challenging, but Irene unbelievably manages to greet and serve every customer with a smile.

-

You met her five years ago at the airport. You had no choice but to get a coffee from the airport’s third-rate coffeeshop because you were left with only a few coins. You just wanted to go home and have got no time to queue for the ATM. But you bumped into this pretty lady and accidentally spilled your coffee on her white knitted sweater.

You were expecting that this lady will scream at you. By her looks, you could say that she was someone who is a clean freak diva born in a rich family. You were surprised when she just smiled at you, but what she told you made you even more surprised. “Yeah, I know bad coffee deserved to be spilled. It’s alright.”

That coffee disaster started the beautiful friendship you share.

-

“Have you forgotten that I’ll be seeing you tonight? Can’t you wait?” you replied through text.

For the last two years, you and Irene traditionally spend Friday nights together at her apartment which include at least a movie while eating greasy food but for the most part, it is you watching Irene fangirl over these idols. A thing she cannot do while manning her labor of love. She does her job very professionally.

“This Jackson Wang-signed polaroid cannot wait!” That was her instant reply which made you ask “where did you get that?”

“Jackson Wang came here in my coffeeshop,” her text reads.

“Oh, you must be hallucinating! Don’t tell me you spent another hell of a price over that piece of photo,” you kidding her as if Irene’s show-off of her latest merch acquisition surprises you.

“Of course not! Try to ask Bam!” You can feel Irene’s friendly death glare just by reading her message.

She then sent you a candid shot of Jackson drinking coffee at a spot you recognized from her café.

Bambam then joined your group chat, sending you a screenshot of Jackson Wang’s Instagram Story. A photo of the coffee he obviously bought from Café Bae, Irene’s coffeeshop.

“Okay. Okay. Your evidence has been acknowledged. I’ll be there in thirty mins. See you!” you replied, not wanting to get further in the story thru text.

“Full story of Jackson’s visit to follow,” Irene replied.

When you arrive at Café Bae, you were greeted by Bambam, Irene’s most trusted employee.

Don’t underestimate Bambam for working as a barista. He came from a well-off family but he chose to work for Irene.

Bambam is more like a little brother to the two of you. You share that kind of friendship where you consider yourselves as siblings and that maybe because the three of you share the same perspective in life. You all came from privileged families but you define your success only if it came from your own sweat. You all try to make names for yourselves — in your own — away from the shadow of your parents.

You waited for Irene to gather her stuff and as she left few instructions to Bambam and the rest of her employees, you head back to your car.

On your way to Irene’s place, while driving she fed you with this story of Jackson’s visit in her café.

“You know what?” she started

You kept your focus on the road and only gave her “Hmm?”

“I knew this day is something special the moment I flipped that open door sign this morning. Everything went smooth throughout the day,” Irene goes on. “That slacker intern, I kept talking about, did not come to work today so I was in the good mood all-day.”

“Then this afternoon was a bit rainy so, only a few came in the café. It’s fine because it’s Friday, I understand, business people are going home after the tiring week. But the moment was like a perfect moment for Jackson to meet me,” she was giggling like a little girl. This is the Irene you cannot see while working at the counter, serving drinks and pastries to her customers. She is a true femme fatale at work but a secret total fangirl to Jackson Wang.

“How did you contain yourself?” you asked.

“Wait, I’m not yet done with the prologue,” Irene said

“Okay, you continue with the story,” you replied.

“A guy in a blue cap took a peek inside the coffeeshop, he was like checking if the café was crowded then he gave me a nod. The next thing I knew is he was escorting the most beautiful creation among us all,” Irene said.

“So. this is Jackson now?” you tried to add enthusiasm to your tone.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she is totally grinning now.

“You did not scream at all?” you said.

“Not at the top of my lungs but my heart forgot to do its job for like a minute. You know I have seen him in all his concerts and fan meetings here in South Korea and Japan but this encounter is unlike any other,” she was like rapping, excited as she is, telling the encounter.

“I gave my usual greetings to customers but as he came near to the counter, I asked Bambam to do the work. I hid in my office but kept peeping on the window. Little did I know Bambam told him that I am a fan while he was tending them,” she can’t hide her giddiness while talking.

“How many were they?” you asked.

“Oh, it’s just him and the guy in the blue cap,” she replied.

“Bambam then entered my office and handed me this signed polaroid. I wanted to scream! I want to thank Jackson personally!” You’re used to this kind of conversations with Irene where you just have to listen to her accounts of being a lucky fangirl.

“When I was looking for them, Bambam told me that they chose to seat outside because their raincoats were dripping. Oh, I forgot to tell you that! Jackson Wang wears raincoats! Can you believe that?” Words just keep on coming out from her mouth.

Irene has been a Jackson Wang fan since his trainee days at JXP Ent. and that was more than 10 years ago. She was already a fan way before your friendship has started and now that Jackson has his own company, Team Wang Ent., it is not just him who Irene supports but also the rest of the artists in his label. You, on the other hand, are a little proud that she has not influenced you a bit in becoming a fangirl.

Maybe that is what you call professionalism. With your line of work, you deal with many celebrities may it be in the entertainment, politics, or business scene.

At 27, you made your way to become the associate editor of ELITE, a monthly features magazine in Seoul.

When you arrive at Irene’s apartment unit, you ordered for food delivery and started to get ready for your long night in front of her Smart TV.

The two of you were not in the mood for a movie tonight and end up watching Jackson Wang’s reality shows, and of course, his music videos, and that includes his latest collaboration with Galantis, “Pretty Please.”

You seemed to be tired already and wanted to retire to bed earlier than usual when Irene came across this song while browsing on her suggested videos list. The song was titled “y/n” and this piqued your curiosity. She put it on play.

𝘖𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯

’𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?

𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐

𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

To say that you were touched by the song’s lyrics is an understatement because you were moved. The song was beautiful. It was just a lyric video but it really helped you to connect with the song.

Irene noticed you were a bit taken aback by the song but she didn’t mind at all and told you that the song was from Team Wang’s newly debuted artist. This guy got a bright future ahead, you told yourself.

“What’s his name? Such a user of my name!” you asked Irene.

“Park Jinyoung,” she answered you.

“What a common name,” you snorted, but in your head, you are cursing this Park Jinyoung for reminding you of the guy you met five years ago.

A/N: The lyrics used was originally from “Sweet Night” sung by V. Full credits to the singer, songwriters, and producers.