pairing: yan!enhypen!ot7 x poc!reader
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The cool metal of her water bottle grounded her as she walked through the train looking for an empty compartment, while the drizzle outside slowly turned into a downpour, droplets loudly splattering against the window. Her steps slowed down, finally stoping in front of a compartment. She only looked through the translucent glass of the door before sliding it open, a small satisfied smile breaking through at the emptiness of the compartment.
She shut the door behind her and kept her bag on the seat, falling down on it, exhausted from having walked for so long. She took out her phone from her bag while humming to My i by Seventeen. Hundreds of notifications flew in. She scrolled through each rant of her friends, while occasionally seeing a Domino's or Swiggy's notification.
Outside, the area could not be seen anymore, just a blend of blues and grays visible and only a slight smell of petrichor in the air. She leaned against the window, cool to the touch, while her eyes remained on the phone, the only source of the light in the dimness of the compartment.
Suddenly, her phone lit up.
The instrumental of XO(Only if you say yes) rang out loud in the quiet of the train, drowning out all other noises. She sighed and swiped the screen.
"Ami toke bolechilam na, je train e dhukei tui call korbi?!"
(Didn't I tell you to call me as soon as you got in the train?!)
Her younger sister, Disha. Well, only sometimes. Like for example right now, she's acting like she's the older sister. Her age decreases and increases by convenience. But nonetheless, she cares and that's more than enough.
"Arre, shobe Kuri minute hoyeche, amake ekhono shanti te thakte dish na."
(It's just been 20 minutes, and you still can't let me stay in peace. *Arre is just an expression.*)
"Chere de, tui phone khulei shudhu chat korte bosh jash, tor choto bon mone ashe na", she huffed, faking a pretense of anger.
(Leave it, as soon as you open your phone you start to chat, your younger sister does not come to mind.)
Pressing the phone closer to her ear, she grinned. Disha was at a family event. She knew that because through the call, she could hear the sounds of children carelessly laughing, adults chatting with loud, drunk voices and annoying sound of metal and ceramic cutlery clacking against the plate. No wonder she was so prickly.
"Tui ki karor biye te acchis? Kon anushthan?"
(Are you at someone's wedding? What function?)
She could basically hear the pout through the screen. "No, it's just a family gathering. Still, Ma forced me to come." (Ma-mother)
Snickering to herself, she replied, "Now you finally know the pain I go through. Besh hoyeche."
They talked a little bit more, Disha complaining about the event and the infuriating relatives that appeared from God knows where, and Yume complaining about the old train that seems to move at 1 meter per hour. But soon, the conversation steered somewhere else.
"So...now, you'll finally be in the country where your favourite boys and girls are."
Yume groaned, already feeling the teasing coming. "First of all, don't say that because I'll technically sound like pedophile since I'm older than quite a majority of 4th gen. Second, getting a single concert ticket but k-netz are my opponents? Nah, I don't hold a chance."
More sounds of children laughing and curtains moving against the metal rod. "Arre, atleast you're in korea, you even have the possibility of having chance to a concert ticket. In India, almost no idol ever comes here. Some 2nd gen idols have come here before but that's here and there."
Suddenly, all distracting noises disappeared and the sounds of instruments slowly started. "I just wish some idols visited other parts of Asia too, not the same old ones every world tour."
Their mother's voice floated through the screen, "Phone ta rakh, dekh shuru hoye jacche."
(Cut the phone, see it's starting now.)
Disha's huff of annoyance came afterwards, before saying bye in a very annoying tone of voice and cutting the call.
Silence immediately filled the empty train compartment, save for the rain falling against the window. The landscape could be seen clearer now, lush green passing by and fading into the busy greys of office buildings and cement roads, the skies seeming farther away the closer the train gets to it's stoppage. Hundreds of people were out in the morning with umbrellas overhead. Many people with tired long faces, with sleep barely out of their body, walked towards indescript buildings that already looked like a long term death sentence to her.
She apparently talked to her sister for so long, she reached Seoul.
The train had finally reached the station. Seoul. The city knows for it's sleek contrast between futuristic skylines and beautifully preserved culture. Tall skyscrapers stand adjacent to preserved royal palaces and hanok villages. Birthplace of some of the biggest institutes and ivy leagues.
But that is not the only reason why it is so devastatingly popular, no.
The world of K-pop and K-dramas began from here, the industry and it's popularity skyrocketing. The complex choreography, captivating visuals, and the hybrid and diverse form of music quickly caught the public's eye, the industry growing bit by bit. K-dramas, on the other hand, went popular for their emotional depth and realism, but also the multiple genres and satisfying stretch of the script. These are both the strongholds of entertainment industry today.
People look at actors and idols online and assume, how perfect life must be for them, right? Fame, beauty, money, and love handed on a silver platter, whereas the average person suffers through what not just to survive in this world. How could they possibly have any difficulties..?
The industry is a vision of perfection and beauty. But be careful, once you venture in, you'll have no choice but to open the curtains and be swallowed by the darkness within, and ruin yourself for once and for all...
As Yume stepped off the train, the door hissing to a close behind her, she took a moment to look around her. This was the city everyone admired, the paragon of perfection and living standards. It used to be a subject of her admiration too, when she was younger. Now, she doesn't bother with all this bullshit.
As she took her first steps off the platform and onto the ground, the land beneath her feet hummed with an excited and welcoming energy, each step brought on a new sight. Everyone around her remained uncaring of their surroundings, not bothering to take in the fresh sight after the first rain of the year, too busy in work. But for Yume..? This place had been a huge inspiration for her art throughout her teenage years (among other pieces of media, ofcourse).
She came here for work, but she'll dam sure make her money worth and replenish her creativity that's been blocked under lock and key for two years.
However, lost in thought and sight, she did not see the man walking in front of her. As she was still staring at the sky wondering, she tripped over his open shoelaces (can confirm this does happen) and fell in a definitely not k-drama poor aesthetic female lead way...
The man, who also fell because of his own inability to tie his shoelaces, laughed under his breath at her fall but immediately choked it down at the look she sent him.
"Ah, sorry sorry. Did not see."
She grumbled but eventually gave in to the hand he offered with a sigh. Just as she went to take her hand back, his grip suddenly tightened, his entire posture going rigid. In confusion and suspicion, she ripped her hand away and asked, "Are you ok?"
He hummed nervously, stepping back a little, and replied, "ha...yeah." Nervous eyes flitted around but landed on one place, and following his line of sight, she could see he was looking at her enhypen dimension: dilemma keychain. But before she could say anything, he'd already turned, speedily walking away from the scene and leaving her with a sense of confusion and...familiarity?
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Finally! It's out. I've lowkey been procrastinating real hard on ts💔 but then I found the fic I was looking for and got the strength to atleast start on this
