BTS Trash Pad

I'll be accepting anything from GOT7 - they're my OG bias group!

You're more than welcome to send them through!

I just posted a little update letting everyone know i won't be able to post proper submission requests until the first week or two of June though!

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Jaebeom

He’d already be halfway to pick you up when your text came in. Pulling over, he’d exhale deeply, gripping the wheel before calling you. “Did something happen, or are you just not feeling it today?” His voice would be calm, no anger—just concern. He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but you’d hear the subtle disappointment in his tone. “Alright, just take care of yourself, okay? We’ll reschedule.” Later that night, you’d get a picture of his cat with a caption: "I'm not the only one who misses you."

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Mark

Instead of texting back, he’d quietly drop by your place and leave your favorite snack with a handwritten note: "I know you need space, but don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay?" He wouldn’t knock or call—just a silent gesture to let you know he was thinking of you. Later, he’d text something simple: "Next time, yeah?" No pressure, just warmth.

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Jackson

Within minutes of your cancellation, you’d get a call. “Wait, hold up—are you okay? What happened?” If you reassured him it was nothing serious, he’d pivot smoothly. “Alright, fine, I won’t bug you… but I’m already in the area. What if we just grab coffee for five minutes? No pressure, no big deal.” He’d find a way to turn the disappointment into something easy and lighthearted, just so he could still see you for a bit.

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Jinyoung

His reply would come almost instantly, laced with playful pettiness. "Oh wow, plans canceled? Love that for me. Totally not sitting here all dressed up or anything." He wouldn’t actually be mad, just mildly dramatic for effect. Later, he’d call you with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can forgive you… but only if you make it up to me. I expect prime treatment next time.” His voice would be teasing, but you’d hear the small hint of disappointment—he really had been looking forward to it.

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Youngjae

He’d try to sound okay, but his initial response would immediately make you feel bad. “Oh… that’s fine! I was just really looking forward to it.” He wouldn’t guilt-trip you, but the softness in his voice would linger. A few hours later, you’d get a follow-up text: "I hope you’re doing alright. Let’s try again soon, okay? No pressure, just whenever you’re ready!" He’d never hold it against you, but he’d definitely be missing you.

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Bambam

He’d immediately fire off a playful, dramatic text. "WHAAAT? I just got dressed up for NOTHING?! My fit is WASTED. TRAGIC." But later, he’d send a selfie of himself pouting, captioned: "Sad but still cute. You better make it up to me, PLEASE." He wouldn’t be mad, but he’d definitely remind you of what you were missing.

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Yugyeom

His first response would be a single sad emoji. 😞 Then radio silence. But a little while later, you’d get a Spotify playlist link with the message: "Listen to this and think of me. You owe me." The playlist title? “For When You Break My Heart 💔”—full of moody, emotional R&B songs. When you’d call him and chew him out for being dramatic, he’d just laugh, "I gotta make you feel a little guilty, right?"

On your first date

Planning a surprise vacation

Having a crush on you

Reacting to you eating all their food

Reacting to you cancelling last minute

Heyyyy! Thank you for the welcome back!! <3

Hey everyone! I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a BTS x Reader interactive story, something that will grow over time on my page, it'll allow you all to shape the story through choices, branches, and different endings.

I'm still deciding on whether or not each BTS member would have their own route or if I would continue to include you all in a potential poll vote each update to help decide on which next potential route to take, leading to good, bad, and even secret endings based on the choices made. But right now, this idea is still in the brainstorming phase—which means everything is still up in the air!

Before I dive into anything, I’d love to hear your thoughts and get your input on which direction you’d love to see this go!

Here are a few foundation ideas I’ve been considering:

1️⃣ Behind the Spotlight – The reader works at BigHit (as a photographer, stylist, PR staff, etc.), giving a behind-the-scenes look into their world. Balancing professionalism with personal connections becomes a challenge.

2️⃣ Serendipity – A more casual setting where the reader meets BTS by chance (coffee shop, bookstore, neighbor, etc.), leading to unexpected friendships (or more).

3️⃣ Colliding Worlds – The reader is an artist, dancer, or songwriter collaborating with BTS on a project. Creative passion, tension, and deep conversations ensue.

4️⃣ The Spotlight Test – The reader is a contestant in a reality show or competition, where BTS are judges, mentors, or fellow contestants. The pressure is on, but so are new connections.

✨ But nothing is set in stone yet! ✨

This is still very much in the idea stage, so I’d love to know what excites you the most or if you have a unique twist or idea you'd love to see in an interactive BTS story. Any and all input is appreciated!

My requests are open for Reactions and Drabbles.

At the moment I write for: Enhypen, BTS and GOT7

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HEESEUNG: Scenario - You’re being friendly with a new male friend in the group chat.

You're both sat on the couch scrolling on your phones, relaxing and chatting on a group chat with other friends. Amongst those friends was a fairly new guy, during the conversation Heeseung began to notice the fact you and him seemed to chat the most within the group chat. He begins to silently sit there and side eye you on the couch before suddenly bombarding the group chat with messages and texting you privately more constant than usual. If you mentioned the guy again later, he'd casually shrug and mumble. "Yeah... he's cool, i guess."

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JAY: Scenario - You’re too impressed with another guy’s cooking skills.

You show Jay a photo your male friend sends you of the pasta he made for dinner, making a comment about how delicious it looked. He snorts and immediately heads over to the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans. "Oh, he made pasta? That's cute." He sarcastically remarks, next thing you know he's showing off in the kitchen - preparing a five-star meal just to prove he's way more impressive.

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JAKE: Scenario - You’re laughing way too much at another guy’s jokes.

He'd stand there beside you laughing along with you awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he would lowkey be sulking silently. Later, once you'd finish talking with him he'd wrap an arm around your waist and murmur sweetly beside your ear. "I love your laugh... but I love it best when I'm the reason for it."

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SUNGHOON: Scenario - Someone flirts with you during a fan event.

He would notice the guy trying to flirt with you during a fan event and even though he tries to save face and keep energetic for the fans he'd make a point to shoot glances in your direction every now and again, eyeing off the guy. He'd keep his expression blank, but you swear, if looks could kill... Later, after the event, he'd make a point to say, "You looked real happy talking to him," before casually holding your hand tighter than usual.

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SUNOO: Scenario - You keep complimenting another guy’s fashion sense.

He'd overhear you making a comment about another guys fashion sense, turns immediately and gives you a bewildered look - putting his hands on his hips. Immediately he begins to sass you, "You're not serious? You're impressed by his style?!" He'd then dramaticlly pose for you and say, "How could you possibly be impressed with anyone else when you get to see this everyday?"

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JUNGWON: Scenario - You’re being really nice to one of his members.

He'd watch you from afar as you converse and laugh comfortably with another member. He'd stay quiet and observe the two of you not wanting to come across as jealous because he knew he shouldn't feel that way, he trusted the two of you, but later after practice he'd nudge you and say pllayfully. "You're being extra nice to the boys today... should I be jealous?"

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NI-KI: Scenario - You keep watching another idol’s dance videos and saying how good they are.

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SEOKJIN: Scenario - You’re hanging out with someone who’s been flirting with you subtly.

He'd stand there silently as he eyed up the guy speaking to you, trying to seem unbothered, but his sass level would sky rocket if you begin laughing at the guys jokes. "HAH! Wow! You're so funny!" "Oh! Where'd you learn that joke, you must teach me!" His sarcasm would grow and his voice would get louder, his expressions would get more excessive and dramatic until you pull him away. He'd sigh and roll his eyes later, looking at you with a raised eyebrow and an expectant loook. "No way you actually think that guys funny, that was all fake right?"

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YOONGI: Scenario - Someone at an event keeps leaning in too close to you.

He wouldn't say a word, he wouldn't feel the need to. He'd just lean closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him in a protective manner. He'd glare at the man trying to get close to you, standing stoic, tall and confident. His death glare alone would send the man running. Later, he'd lean close and murmur into your ear. "Stay close to me, don't go too far."

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NAMJOON: Scenario - Someone is being too touchy while helping you with something.

He'd tense up slightly at the sight and politely, yet firmly let the guy know he'd step in to help. Later, he'd casually mention, "You don't need anyone else to help you - i'll do it." Before smiling and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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HOSEOK: Scenario - You’re too focused on another guy’s performance and praising him too much.

He'd force a smile, making positive comments alongside you about the performer all the while slyly side eyeing you. Later his energy would seem off, he'd be alot more quiet and then dragging you out to dance with him, making sure to have your attention solely on him.

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JIMIN: Scenario - You’re giggling a little too much at someone else’s texts.

He would sit silently at first, side eyeing you not too worried at first. But as it goes on he gradually gets more agitated and suspicious, becoming more and more expressive in his annoyance, trying to get your attention. Not long after that he'd begin pouting and crossing his arms exaggeratively, "Your phone seems to be very entertaining today... who're you texting?" He lean over your arm, spying on your texts and would snort to himself. "That's not even funny, let me show you this..." He'd grab out his own phone and begin drawing your attention back to him.

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TAEHYUNG: Scenario - Someone is obviously flirting with you, and you don’t notice.

He'd be glaring silently, his attitude cold and bitter, waiting for you to notice. Then without saying anything, he'd interrupt and pull you away from the guy, going out of his way to openly show you off as his partner - playing with your hands, talking sweetly to you, openly flirting with you. He wouldn't have to say a word - his message would be received loud and clear.

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JUNGKOOK: Scenario - You’re too excited about another guy’s talent.

He would not take kindly to you taking notice in another mans talents, even if it was understandably impressive. He would immediately begin to try one up the guy that caught your attention, he would do anything to receive your praise and attention. "Oh? Yeah... I guess his skills on the guitar is pretty cool... if you're into that kind of thing... Watch this though!" Then he'd do something wild and unnecessary, like take off his shirt and flex, or do a literal backflip.

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JAEBEOM: Scenario - You're laughing a little too much at another guys joke.

He'd pretend to be unbothered, but his jaw would clench slightly as he casually spoke to whoever had his attention at the time, keeping his eye on you and casually crossing his arms. Later, he'd come over and drape an arm around your shoulder or wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Having fun?" he'd whisper coolly, his grip tightening slightly on you as if to silently signalise to you he was annoyed.

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MARK: Scenario: Someone keeps texting you, and you’re laughing while replying.

He'd go really silent beside you, but every now and again you'd notice him glancing over at your phone biting his lip a little anxiously. He wouldn't be up front and ask you directly, but later he'd reach his limit and steal your phone off of you playfully and tease. "Nah, who's got you smiling like that?!"

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JINYOUNG: Scenario: You keep mentioning how cool someone else is.

He'd raise an eyebrow and give a fake dead-panned laugh. "Oh yeah, he really is so cool." He'd try to act unbothered but be unable to stop his sarcastic remarks. Later, he'd pull you aside to whisper into your ear, "You act a little too interested in him." He'd pull back and give you a warning look before pulling you in for a kiss.

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JACKSON: Scenario: A random guy puts his arm around your shoulder while talking to you.

"Hell, no. No. Nope!" Jackson would physically insert himself almost immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist. He'd give the guy the biggest (and fakest) smile he could manage, not wanting to start an argument, but his eyes would be a dead give away to his annoyance. "Hey man! Whats up?" The guy would be gone in seconds.

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YOUNGJAE: Scenario: You’re playfully chatting with a guy friend in front of him.

He'd laugh along with the both of you, seemingly unphased by the interaction. But the moment you look away he'd stand there and give the guy a long, unreadable stare. Once the guy leaves he'd act a little out of it for a while until you pick up on his change in attitude, only then would he timidly ask, "You're not into him or anything, right? He seemed a little too playful."

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BAMBAM: Scenario: Someone compliments your outfit and lingers too long in conversation.

He'd screw up his face and fake laugh as his hand tightens on yours, he dramatically pulls you away. "Haha! Woah! So cool!" Later, he'd whine at you, making a point to comment on the guys fashion sense. "He had no idea what he was talking about, did you see the shoes he was wearing, gross. Surely you think I'm more stylish than him? Right?"

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YUGYEOM: Scenario: You’re fangirling over another male idol in front of him.

Pairing: Idol! Jay x Fem Dancer! Reader Genre: Fluff x Drabble ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

This was it. The moment I'd worked so hard for.

For years, I had been nothing more than a shadow on stage - just another background dancer in all black, moving seamlessly behind idols who shined like stars. But this time was different, this time I wasn't just another faceless figure blending into the performance. I was part of the choreography, part of the story being told.

This was my first real break, an opportunity to really show off the skills I'd learnt and fine-tuned after years of training. An opportunity that led me to be one of the dance partners heavily focused in 'Enhypens' new music video, 'Bite Me.'

This was a huge step in my career, I spent hours in costume and makeup, ensuring that every detail was flawless, I knew the choreography inside and out, having had practiced relentlessly to perfect each move. This was my chance - a defining moment that could propel me forwards, opening doors I had once thought impossible to reach.

I couldn't afford any distractions. That included the members themselves.

I knew a few of them - having seen them in passing during my trainee days. But back then, I was barely a blip on the radar. I hadn't made it far enough to become someone they'd remember. Why would they? They had all debuted while I had been pushed into a different path entirely.

So, when I was paired with Sunoo for the shoot, I barely thought twice about it. He did seem quite friendly and easy to work with, having a polite and youthful air about him. Then the routine began, it was intense, the chemistry had to be there, and I was determined to give everything I had.

Then Jay started messing up.

At first, I hadn't noticed, too caught up in my own dancing, too focused on making sure my movements were precise to worry about anyone else's mistakes.

Then came the insistent murmurs.

It began with just a few quiet comments from the director, before long the choreographer began berating Jay on his missteps, then the other dancers began chiming in, alongside his members.

"What's Jay doing?" "He keeps missing the beat." "Thats the third time you've stepped out of sync!"

I furrowed my brows but didn't turn to look. It wasn't my problem, he wasn't my partner.

But it kept happening.

Take after take, Jay's dancer grew visibly frustrated as he botched the steps, hesitated, or turned too early. His members were growing more and more weary with each take, their own frustrations brewing. What confused me was I knew Jay, I'd seen him dance before, back in our trainee days. He'd always been sharp, smooth, and naturally in sync with the beat.

This... wasn't that. It was almost like he was forcing his mistakes.

My focus wavered, I find myself glancing at him between takes, wondering what the hell was going on. Was he having an off day? But no - his expression wasn't one of frustration or annoyance. If anything, it was smug, calculated.

The more mistakes he made, the more obvious it became that he wasn't trying to fix them. The tension on set grew heavier and heavier with each failed take.

I tried to ignore it, but my own frustration and exhaustion simmered beneath the surface. This was important to me. To everyone here. And yet, here he was, throwing off the entire production.

The final straw came when Jay accidentally stepped hard on his partner's foot, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain.

"That's it!" the dancer exploded, shaking her head in exasperation. "I refuse to keep doing this! I demand a new partner."

The set fell into silence.

The director pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting the urge to yell. "Jay," he sighed, tired. "What on earth is going on with you today?"

Jay, completely unbothered, simply shrugged. "Maybe I need a new partner too."

Murmurs rippled through the set. The other dances exchange worried glances, while some of the members - Sunghoon, Jake, Heeseung - let out quiet groans of 'you have to be kidding me.'

The director looked moments away from snapping. "We don't have time for this-"

Jay lifted a hand, casual, smug. "It'll be alot smoother if I pick my own partner."

The frustration was palpable, but at this point, everyone was too tired to argue. The director let out a slow, controlled exhale before gesturing vaguely amongst us all. "Fine. Who do you want?"

Jay didn't even hesitate.

He turned, eyes scanning the dancers for half a second before landing- straight on me.

His expression barely changed, savve for the tiniest smirk. "Her."

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The entire room seemed to shift its attention to me all at once, suddenly it felt like a spotlight had beenn thrown onto me. I had no idea what to say.

I hadn't interacted with Jay at all during this shoot, hadn't even looked at him until his mistakes had become unavoidable to ignore. Why was he suddenly choosing me?

Sunoo glanced at me with a small shrug, as if to say 'well, up to you.'

The director just rubbed his temple, clearly at the end of his temper and not willing to argue any further. "Fine, just get it right this time."

The moment the director called for a reset, everything shifted. Jay's previous dance partner quickly stepped away, shaking off her frustration as she moved to Sunoo's side. Meanwhile, Sunoo gave me a friendly smile before offering me a small wave. "Guess we're switching."

I nod, exhaling softly before turning my attention to Jay, who stood across from me, rolling his shoulders like he had just won a silent battle.

Just like that, I was standing face to face with Jay.

He gave me a knowing look. "Good to see you again, looks like we're partners now." My fingers tighten slightly at my side. "You planned this, didn't you?"

Jay's lips curled into an easy, boyish grin. "Maybe," he said. I let out a slow breath, trying to push down the exasperation clawing at me. This was not how I wanted today to go.

But if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that Jay never did anythinng without a reason. And that realization made my heart beat just a little faster.

I wasn't sure why he had gone through so much trouble just to dance with me, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. The cameras were on, the choreography was about to start, and I couldn't afford to lose my focus.

The moment the music started, I fell into a rhythm and suddenly everything... clicked.

Whereas before, the routine had felt slightly stiff and forced, now it felt natural - fluid. The give and take of movement between Jay and I was effortless, like muscle memory that had been lying dormant all this time, just waiting to be reactivated.

He seemed to notice it too.

I could feel his gaze lingering - not in a way that was distracting, but in a way that was observing. Assessing. Curious.

His footwork was sharp, precise, as if he had never missed a step to begin with. Gone were the calculated stumbles and misplaced turns. His hands found their place along my waist and wrist at just the right moments, keeping time with the music, guiding me seamlessly into the intricate motions of the choreography.

It was easy. It felt right.

And in the midst of it all, something stirred within me. Not just the rush of dancing or the satisfaction of nailing the routine. Something deeper, something familiar.

The years were suddenly melting away, and before I knew it-

I was back in the BigHit training rooms. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

FLASHBACK: Trainee Days

The first time I met Jay, I was hunched over my workbook, my forehead practically pressed against the page as I struggled to write out Hangul characters with shaky precision.

"Uh, you okay?"

I jumped at the voice, my pen slipping from my fingers. Looking up, I was met with a boy slightly older than me, his dark brows raised in mild amusement. His presence was casual - hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, his head tilted in curiosity.

I knew who he was. Even back then, Jay had stood out amongst the trainees, to me anyway - his sharp skills, his strong stage presence, his confidence.

I, on the other hand, was an outsider. A foreigner who barely spoke the language, struggling to keep up with everything thrown my way.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, pressing my lips together.

Jay's gaze flickered to the paper in front of me, scanning over my writing.

"Trying to learn Korean?" he asked, moving to lean against the table beside me.

"Obviously."

He smirked at my flat tone. "You're pretty bad at it."

I glared at him. "Gee, thanks."

He laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't mean it like that. You're just... struggling. You should ask for help."

My pride kept me from answering immediately. I had always wanted to figure things out on my own, but the exhaustion of trying (and failing) was starting to weigh on me.

Jay must have sensed it, because he slid into the chair across from me, pulling my workbook toward him. "Alright," he said, tapping the edge of the page. "What are you stuck on?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

"You heard me. Come on, let's go through what you've got so far."

"You don't have to-"

"I know I dont have to," he interrupted, grinning. "But if you keep frowning at that page any longer you're gonna give yourself wrinkles."

Despite myself, I snorted.

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Training was brutal.

The days were long, the hours seemed endless. But the worst were the nights when I couldn't sleep - when the doubt began to creep in, making me feel like I was running behind everyone else.

On one such night, I had crept into the dance studio long after curfew, determined to get one last practice in before the next grueling day.

What I didn't expect was to find someone else already there.

Jay stood in front of the mirror, sweat clinging to his skin as he repeated a routine over and over, finetuning each movement.

At first, I hesitated, debating whether I should turn around and leave him to his concentration. But before I could, Jay caught sight of me in the mirror.

"You planning to just stand there and watch?" he asked, breathless but amused.

I sighed, stepping further inside, realising I'd been caught. "I didn't think anyone else would be here."

He shrugged, turning back to the mirror. "Can't afford to fall behind."

I bit my lip before hesitantly murmuring. "Me neither."

That must have been the right answer he wanted to hear, because Jay smiled and gestured toward the floor beside himself.

"Then let's practice together."

And so we did.

What started as an awkward routine of side-by-side dancing eventually became something more. Jay took notice of the areas I struggled with and helped guide me through them, offering corrections without making me feel inadequate.

"You think too much," he commented one night as I fumbled over a step.

I huffed. "That's not helpful."

Jay chuckled before stepping behind me, his hands gently adjusting my posture. "Relax," he said, his voice softer than usual. "Don't focus so much on the mechanics. Just... feel it."

It was one of the first times someone had ever encouraged me like that. ____________________________________________________________

Not everyone had been as encouraging as Jay, though.

One afternoon, after a particularly draining dance practice, I sat in the cafeteria picking at my food.

"You might as well quit now," a voice sneered from across my table.

I looked up to see one of the other trainees - someone who had made it clear from day one that they didn't think I belonged.

"You can't even speak Korean? And your dancing? You don't belong here," they continued, smirking. "You'll be gone before the month is over."

Before I could even muster up the courage to retort, another tray slammed down onto the table beside me.

Jay.

He shot the trainee a sharp glare before casually leaning forward. "Funny," he said, tone cool. "Didn't realize you were the one making the debut decisions around here."

The trainee scoffed. "I'm being honest-"

"Nah," Jay cut in, tilting his head. "You're being an asshole."

The trainee glared at Jay after being called out but ultimately backed off, mumbling under their breath before leaving.

I exhaled slowly, turning to Jay. "You didn't have to do that," I muttered.

He shrugged, stabbing a piece of food with his chopsticks, visibly frustrated. "You deserve to be here just as much as anyone else."

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One morning, Jay arrived at the training studio, expecting to see me there in my usually spot. But I wasn't there.

At first, he didn't think too much of it. Maybe I was late, or perhaps I was sick.

But then a few days passed, they turned into weeks, and still I wasn't turning up.

Finally, he asked someone about it.

"Oh? You didn't hear?" another trainee said. "I think she got transferred somewhere else?"

Jay froze.

"She's not training as an idol anymore."

His chest tightened, I hadn't told him, no one had. I had just... disappeared.

And now, years later, here I was - back in front of him, but something was different.

I was grown, I seemed stronger.

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"You disappeared."

Jay's voice was quiet, just loud enough for me to hear over the music, but it still made my heart stutter in my chest. The words pulled me back to the present, away from the memories that had crept into my mind as I danced alongside him once again.

But there was no time to respond. The choreography was still in motion, the cameras still rolling, and I had a job to do.

The two of us moved in perfect sync, following the intricate footwork and fluid transitions that made the Music Video so visually captivating. Hands brushed, steps aligned, and the natural rhythm between Jay and I felt as if no time had passed at all.

Even when the director called for a cut - adjusting camera angles, fiixing lighting - it wasn't long before I was back at it again, repeating the same sequence until everything was flawless.

There was no room for personal conversations, no time for lingering words. But every now and then, I felt his gaze.

Not distracting, not overbearing - just... watching.

Curious. Searching.

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The studio buzzed with quiet chatter as the crew adjusted their equipment and the members gathered around the refreshment table, hydrating and catching their breath in between takes.

I sighed, rolling out my shoulders as I grabbed my water bottle, only to realize, quite quickly, that Jay was already there, standing just beside me. He was a little closer than necessary, watching me with an unreadable expression on his face.

I hesitate for a moment. "What?"

His lips quirked, but his gaze didn't waver.

"I just..." He exhaled through his nose, his eyes flickering over my face like he was trying to make sense of something. "You disappeared. One day you were there, and then... you weren't."

I swallowed, gripping the bottle a little tighter. I knew this conversation would come eventually, I just hadn't expected it right at this moment.

I glance around quickly - the other members were nearby, engaged in their own conversations, stretching or checking their phones. The break wouldn't last long.

Keeping my voice low, I finally answered, "I didn't disappear, not really, they just moved me."

Jay's brows furrowed.

"They didn't tell me," he muttered, almost to himself.

I gave him a small shrug. "It really wasn't a big deal."

Jay shot me a look, as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard.

I sigh. "I was fine, Jay. I knew I wasn't going to debut, we both did. But I still had a shot at something else. I just... I didn't want to drrag you into it - you were focused on training, and I didn't want to be a distraction."

He was quiet for a moment. "You could've still told me."

I hesitate, chewing my lip before giving him a sheepish smile. "I thouught about it, really, I did. But by the time I decided to... I saw you on I-Land."

His expression shifted slightly, his lips parting like the realization was just now settling inn.

"You were already doing so well," I continued. "You had so much going on, and I didn't think you'd-" I stopped myself, shaking my head. "I didn't think it really mattered at that point."

Jay blinked. "Didn't matter?"

"Not in a bad way," I clarified quickly. "Just... you were on a different path. You were about to debut, and I just figured you had more important things to focus on than some girl from your trainee days."

For a brief second, Jay didn't say anything.

Then he huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You really think I wouldn't have cared?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Would you have?"

Jay opened his mouth - only for the director's voice to cut through the room.

"Alright, let's reset! Back to positions!"

Just like that, the moment was gone.

We both exchange a quick look before the members started moving, getting back into place. There was no time for more questions, no timme for any real response.

So, without another word, I turn and walk back onto set, joining the other members and dancers.

Jay watched me go, his lips pressed into a thin line. And though he didn't say it out loud, there was a very particular look in his eyes, one that made my heart thunder within my chest. As if he were trying to say, without words.

'Yeah. I would have cared.' ____________________________________________________________

By the time filming wrapped for the day, exhaustion settled deep within my bones.

Everyone gathered around the monitors, listening as the director and choreographer ran throughh their notes. Adjustments needed to be made, movements needed to be sharpened, it seemed that tomorrow would be just as grueling as today - if not more.

The reality of it all sank in as I stood there, nodding along. This wasn't any other situation I'd been in before - I wasn't just some anonymous background dancer in this choreography, this wasn't just any other music video. This was far more serious, it was a process - a meticulous, painstaking effort to bring the artistic vision to life.

And yet... none of that was what occupied my mind the most. Instead, I found myself stealing glances toward the group of boys standing a few feet away, close to the director. More specifically - toward Jay.

He stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze focused on the screen as the director spoke. But every so often, his eyes would shift, flickering toward me - just briefly, just enough for my breath to hitch.

Something unfinished hung between the two of us.

Before I could dwell on it further, the director let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. "Alright, that's it for today. Be back early tomorrow - we've still got a lot to do."

With that, everyone was dismissed.

I took the opportunity to duck into the bathroom, hoping to freshen up before heading home. It had only been a few minutes - barely anything at all - but when I returned, the set had already began to empty.

My stomach sank slightly as I scanned the room.

The crew was still packing up equipment, but most of the dancers had left already. And the members of Enhypen?

Gone.

Jay was gone.

A strange sense of disappointment settled in my chest, even though I knew it was stupid to expect otherwise. He had his own schedule, his own responsibilities - of course he wouldn't stick around.

But still... I couldn't shake the feeling that I hadn't said all I needed to say. And that maybe... he hadn't, either. With a small sigh, I grab my things and head toward the dressing room to change. ____________________________________________________________

The car ride back to my apartment was long, the city lights passing in a blur as my mind replayed the events of the day.

It still didn't feel real - that Jay had recognised me, that he had chosen to dance with me, that he had asked questions I thought had been buried for years. For the longest tiime, I had convinced myself that I was just another face from his past. Someone he had met in passing, trained with for a short while, and then forgotten as he moved forward with his career.

But today had proven otherwise.

He hadn't forgotten.

And somehow, that made everything feel even more complicated. ____________________________________________________________

By the time I stepped into my apartment, exhaustionn clung to me like a second skin.

With a weary sigh, I made my way to my room, tossing my bag onto the bed before reaching for inside to grab my water bottle to prepare for tomorrow.

But as I unzipped the side pocket - something caught my eye. Something small.

Frowning, I pull it out, unfolding the piece of paper carefully. When I saw the handwriting on the page, my breath caught.

Jay. ____________________________________________________________

Hey you, I dont know if you'll actually read this, but I wanted to say it anyway. Seeing you again today was... unexpected. But in the best way. I remember the quiet, nervous trainee who used to stumble over herself (in both Korean and in dancing if I remember correctly). I remember the late night practices, lunch breaks where I made sure you actually ate, and all the times I had to convince you to keep going and never give up. Now? You've changed. You're confident, strong, and honestly, kind of mesmerising when you dance. I guess I shouldn't be surprised - you always had it in you. It's just a shame I had to sabotage an entire shoot just to get to dance with you again. (Don't tell the director, please). Honestly, I meant what I said. You should have told me. You were always important to me. You still are. I think there's still so much more to say, good thing we've got tomorrow.

-Jay P.S. If you mess up the choreography tomorrow, I will tease you. Consider yourself warned. ____________________________________________________________

A quiet laugh escpaed me before I could stop it, warmth spreading through my chest.

My fingers lingered over the words, tracing the ink lightly as something unfamiliar - something hopeful - bloomed in my ribcage.

Because Jay was right.

There was still more to say.

And the best part?

You'd see him again tomorrow. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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