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characters : ko sarang & ahn jihoon.Â
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trigger warnings : power imbalance, grooming, significant age gap, emotional manipulation / gaslighting, brief mention of eating disorders, angst. let me know if i missed anything else!
note : this is my first ever piece on this blog! i'm not completely satisfied with it but i guess i never would be, so here it is. english is not my first language, so there may be some awkward phrasing & mistakes.
One thing about Sarang is that if she sets her mind to something, she goes all the way. Training for hours until she can barely stand up? Nothing new. Being told what to do, what to say and who to be? Her whole life had prepared her for this. However, this was never the plan. Graduating, quitting volleyball (because it was hell), getting a well paid job, making her parents proud, that was more in line with what she had envisioned for herself since she was 8.Maybe she was too naive or simply stupid. There wasnât much of a difference anyway. Now, she was sitting there wondering what would have happened if she had never met himâŚ
JULY 10, 2020 : DAEJEON, SOUTH KOREA
He was there, in the perfect place, at the perfect moment. Like a gift sent from heaven, a rock in the middle of the road. Late afternoon, in the middle of summer.
Sarang had stayed late after volleyball practice. As usual, she wanted to train a little longer before the big game. She hadnât eaten much that day, you know, she was on a diet, again. A strict one, you could say and one she had lovingly designed herself! No breakfast, a light meal for lunch, and if youâre hungry during the day, a piece of fruit or some nuts. For dinner? We go all out! But no sugar, no flour, or anything that would make her look puffy the next morning.
Yes, being Ko Sarang wasnât easy every day, and that day, of all days, was proving to be one of the toughest.
She skipped lunch entirely and was literally starving. She had stolen an apple and a few rice cakes here and there, but right now, her sheer willpower was the only thing keeping her upright.
As she stepped outside the training facility, a light rain started falling. The kind of late summer afternoon rain that amplified the smell of flowers and grass, the kind that makes you want to run under it, holding the hands of your loved one.
Sarang stretched her hand out to feel the water on her palm. She stood before the view, though it was becoming blurry by the second. She felt flushed and unsteady, pondering if her vision was darkening because of the weather or her dizzy feelings?
One thing or the other, her bus wasnât going to wait for an answer. So, screw the rain.
She only took one step into the downpour, when her head spun violently, her vision definitely blurred and a sudden urge to throw up hit her. She was going to pass out right there in the middle of the street. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the elbow, pushing her against a firm torso and preventing her from hitting the ground.
Still dizzy and flustered, she didnât realize right away that someone was talking to her.
She raised her eyes to meet those of a man. He was in his mid to late twenties, a head taller than her, with pretty brown eyes. Itâs always the eyes. He gazed at her with genuine worry. Well, she had almost collapsed in a street full of people running away from the rain.
She didnât remember exactly what he said to her that day, but she remember perfectly what she felt that day. A warm and comforting sensation. Also a recurrent one in her life: a big fat crush.
He held her up and stayed with her until her bus arrived, making sure she was completely fine after buying her a snack and a bottle of water from a nearby convenience store.
Back then, she kept replaying this moment, over and over, annoying her friends about her mysterious savior, claiming that this kind of thing only happened in Seoul. It was silly. They had only met once. But she was seventeen.
Two weeks later, he showed up outside the facility, looking completely out of place, dressing much more casually than the day they met. But he was there. And Sarang was over the moon.
Maybe that was the first mistake: believing that this relationship could actually work. He was 29, had a stable job, his own apartment and he was so freaking pretty. He was so perfect. Ahn Jihoon. The name suited him. Plenty of men had been in Sarang's life back then, but none had ever had this kind of impact on her.
And that was her second mistake: thinking it would be different.
He left her in the fall, a job opportunity in Seoul he couldnât refuse. She graduated months later, and the story could have ended right then and there, if it werenât for that funny little thing called the irony of life.
JULY 27, 2021 : SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
The stars aligned, the universe played its part and maybe there was a God. Sarang didnât know for sure, but when she saw him crossing the streets and ducking into a cafĂŠ in Seoul, a year after they had first met, she followed him inside without a second thought.
He was still the same. A year older, and he was wearing glasses now. Her abrupt entry to the coffee shop went unnoticed by the crowd of bustling people.
She headed straight for him, quickly checking her hair and makeup beforehand. Her heart was racing faster than she would have expected. She hadnât thought about him in months.
He spun around sharply, eyes wide. The sudden movement sent a splash of coffee onto his brand new suit. Sarang offered him a sweet smile, watching him quickly avoid her knowing gaze by dabbing at the stains with a napkin.
âI didnât mean to scare you,â Sarang giggled softly. He looked so much better than in her memories.
âItâs okay,â he cleared his throat, a sudden flush creeping up his cheeks. Sarang blinked, her eyelashes fluttering softly, her smile deepening in tandem with the blush on his face. âW-what are you doing here?â he asked, warily darting his eyes around the room.
She gasped, feigning total innocence. âOh, I just saw you from across the street and wanted to say hi! Is that okay?â
He shook his head slightly, still looking tense. "I mean⌠in Seoul? Youâre not living in Daejeon anymore?" He was clearly on edge.
Sarang bit her lower lip and hummed, still trying to lock eyes with him. âI just started college actually. Psychology! You know, like the book you gave me last summer? It inspired me!â
Mentioning last summer seemed to spark something in him. A visible shift in his posture. Maybe he was still thinking about them?
âYes, last summer." he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "So⌠youâre done with volleyball ?â
As he spoke, he placed a hand on the small of her back, naturally guiding her toward an empty, less crowded table. The gesture felt so familiar so natural and she instantly melted into his warmth. The pungent smell of coffee and the background chatter of strangers felt comforting. That made her remember how it used to be so simple between them.
âYes. It wasnât something I saw myself doing my whole life," she responded, shyly, earning a sympathetic smile from Mr. Ahn. "But I still dance !â she exclaimed, regaining her natural candor.
That definitely caught his attention. "Really?"
She nodded happily. "Two times a week! Itâs not the same as back in Daejeon, obviously. I donât dance with the same people but I've made new friends here and at college tooâ"
He locked his eyes onto her, analyzing her face as she yapped away about her new life in the capital.
âSarang?â he cut her off right in the middle of a sentence about how things are much faster in Seoul.
She paused, a bit confused. "Yes?"
He straightened in his chair, his tone dropping all his previous nervousness. "Have you ever thought of doing that professionally?â
She blinked. "Um, what are we talking about exactly ?" She frowned.
"Dance. I'm currently working in entertainment, and we have this group project⌠well, itâs a bit of a deadlock right now, " he explained, his words coming out faster, eyes scanning her features with a new interest. "But maybe⌠You could work. I mean, you perfectly match the concept, and the other girls," he rambled.
"Wait, I donât understand, " She interrupted, trying to make sense of it.
Jihoon took a slow breath, leaning forward to look her dead in the eyes.
"How do you feel about debuting as an idol ?"
APRIL 11, 2022 : SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
When a rumor drops, people donât care to check whether itâs real or not, they are just there for the drama. Sarang would love to be the type of person who doesnât care about what others think, but the truth is, she cares way too much.
Ever since the article came out, a suffocating atmosphere had settled over the HYBE building. It felt like every single person she passed by knew. Every whisper was about her and every look was judging her. Her name was indeed mentioned. Damage was done. Everyone knew.
The girls hadnât said anything about it yet. Maybe they were trying not to hurt her feelings, they werenât exactly close yet. For the most part, they just worked together and to be honest, Sarang had been far too focused on Jihoon to actually make an effort to get closer to them.
Chaewon did make an effort, though. She would practically force her out of the building to grab lunch with her and the other girls. But to be fair, the lineup had changed so much over the past months. Sarang had been added barely two months after becoming a trainee, and the current lineup had only been finalized in January with the addition of Kazuha.
Anyway, she didnât have anyone to talk to about it. Most of the other trainees couldnât even stand her. They had been there when she showed up out of nowhere, with her giddy expression and a dream that was completely different from theirs. The truth was she had never actually believed she would end up in a group.
Everything had happened so fast, too. One day she was half-heartedly practicing some random song, and the next, she was shooting her official profile pictures. She had just gone with the flow, keeping up with her studies to reassure her mom, while looking around eagerly like a puppy just to catch a glimpse of the very man who dragged her into this.
When she first signed that contract, she honestly thought she would stay for a week or two, according him this favor, get his attention and they would go right back to being all lovey-dovey.
That was 9 months ago. Right now, all she had to show for it was being completely ghosted, stuck in this massive practice room, waiting for her teammates to show up.
While she was stretching, Sarang thought about what would happen next. They were debuting in less than a month, which still felt entirely surreal. Was this what her life was going to look like from now on? Performing on stage, and more importantly pretending that this was what she had always wanted?
Of course, she loved dancing. More than she had ever loved volleyball. This life seemed full of excitement, yet she couldnât shake that knot in her stomach whenever she thought too much about it.
Maybe she could just quit. She had thought about it a couple of times before, but she liked to think of herself as more mature than that. Besides, a part of her would rot if she ever disappointed someone. Her parents were probably already disappointed in her, and the other members were undoubtedly resentful because of that stupid article.
Guess that's why she felt like dying.
Sarang was too deep in her own head to hear the door open. It was the sharp squeak of sneakers on the polished floor that finally made her look up.
Jihoon walked toward her. She stood up, her chest tightening with a mix of confusion and excitement. She hadn't seen him in weeks. He was always making excuses about work and how she needed to focus on her training. Boring.
She smiled, drinking him in, from his delicate features and messy hair down to the way his fists were clutching and unclutching in a rhythmic way. Cute. He still looked devastatingly good.
Jihoon stopped a few feet away, seemingly searching for his words. Eager and oblivious, Sarang beat him to it.
"Jihoon! Youâre good? I saw what they posted yesterday," she said, her voice rushing out. "I wanted to text you, but I didnât want to bother you, sinceâŚ"
She reached out, her fingers brushing the sleeve of his jacket, but he stepped back at the last second, smoothly shifting out of her reach. Sarang, blinded by her own excitement, didnât even notice.
"⌠since you seemed⌠Are you mad at me? "
Jihoon finally looked at her, catching the slight quaver in her voice. He sighed, shifting his gaze back to the floor between them.
"We need to bring this to an end", he said quickly, as if spitting the words out as fast as possible would make it over with. This relationship.
"What?" She frowned, taking a tiny step toward him, but stopped midway, as the weight of his words sank in. "End what exactly? There is nothing to end!" she exclaimed, visibly offended.
Literally, what were they supposed to "bring to an end" when all she desperately wanted was for something to finally begin? Again. Besides, all she had received from him up until now was a barely covered avoidance. He was the one who had dragged her into this shitshow in the first place, leaving her to deal with endless practices and meetings and shoots, andâ
"I just got summoned by management because of that article," Jihoon snapped, raising his trembling voice, his eyes locking onto something on the wall behind her. "They asked me about us, Sarang. Theyâre thinking of terminating my contract."
She stared at him, flabbergasted. Had she misunderstood his intentions all along?
"Listen," he breathed out, his tone suddenly softening as his eyes scanned her glossy gaze. He hesitated before taking her trembling hands in his. His touch felt completely unfamiliar right now. Cold.
His voice dropped to a low, intimate whisper. "I really care about you," he paused, the hesitation clear in his eyes. "And what happened last summer was great. But there are bigger things on line right now. This is serious. You are incredibly talented, Sarang. Youâre about to debut in one of the most anticipated groups of the year. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. For you. And for me. "
She shook her hands away from his grip. Her breath quickened, her heart squeezing so hard it was physically painful. Her eyes filled with unbidden tears. She couldnât even bring herself to look at him right now.
"I donât understandâŚ", she choked out, her throat tightening. The words struggled to come out; instead a harsh sob did. "Why did you bring me here then? I- Youâ Iâ I donât want this!"
Jihoon looked at her with an expression of pure pity.
"No !" she cried, the sorrow twisting into blinding anger. "I donât care about this group! They can give my spot to someone else! I just want to be with you! I thought⌠I thought you loved meâŚ"
Jihoon bit his lip, taking a cautious step toward her. "I did! I mean, I do. But I canât lose this job, donât you understand?"
He was a coward. A freaking coward.
He reached out, his hand hovering over head, trying to soothe her by stroking her hair. She violently stepped back, preventing him from touching hair.
"NâNo! You donât love me," she stuttered, her vision completely blurred by thick tears. "You love this job."
The words came out as a brutal realization. Immediately, a massive wave of shame wrapped itself around her. This was definitely not the plan.
Her knees buckled, and she let herself collapse onto the cold floor, burying in her hands. She was right back there, crying over a man, once again. She felt physically sick with anger, shame, sadness. Of course, it would end up like this. How stupid had she been to let the delusion settle in? Even when he canceled their meetups, responded hours or days later, he had still let her get close. He had let her get attached.
Was this all he saw her as? A checkmark on his paperwork? Another line on his resume? A hollow way to gain credit with the executives?
They stayed like that. Her sobbing, him watching her silently. Eventually, he left and she stayed.