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it’s vivid in his mind, the words that hyunbin had said to him during the supernova project, when he was on the cusp of elimination.
“ your vocals are just terrible. ”
the survival show may have been more than a year ago, but the words that had left the ceo’s lips weren’t something that haknyeon could easily forget. he’d clung onto them, and had trained non stop. even after the competition, even after being picked to debut, even after debuting, he’d still continued focusing on his vocals.
his position is that of a rapper, and most might know him as such, but the last time he’d properly sung was during the supernova project, and the last thing he wants is for people to have that as the memory of his vocal ability. he’d like to think that he’s improved a lot more, that he was no longer the vocal hole of the group (even if he didn’t need to sing any lines in any of their songs, or belt out the high notes). at the very least, he must’ve improved some bit... right? if not, how could they have given him the okay to post a cover.
he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, but even more so if he said he wasn’t excited to show this newer image of himself, to reveal just how much he’d improved, that he was no longer that terrible singer that hyunbin said he was.
when he debuted, haknyeon told himself that he’d work hard to make his fans proud, so that they wouldn’t be embarrassed to like an idol like him. he was doing this for himself, and them.
he sits in the recording studio and holds onto his guitar. he’s shown himself playing the piano before during the mgas, but he’s not too sure if he’s ever played the guitar anywhere else for the public to see.
taking in a deep breath, he gently strums his guitar, before he turns to look at the staff. “i’m ready,” he smiles.
his fingers meet the strings of the guitar as he begins to sing.
“ remember when we first met...? ”
he begins to sing. he’d chosen a troye sivan song, particularly one used in the movie love, simon, and in all honesty he’d wanted to cover it last month ( hint hint, the month of june for various reasons ), but he’d been too afraid that he wasn’t at a competent level to show his skills yet, and had held it off till july.
as he sings, he can only hope that the months of training he’d put into his vocals show, the lack of sleep he’d forced upon himself to learn how to hit high notes, and the bruises he’d gotten from squeezing his stomach in an attempt to vocalise better, would be evident.
“ long nights, daydreams
sugar and smoke rings, i've been a fool
but strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you ”
his lips tilt upwards into a smile, as he pours himself into the song. the song then transitions itself into korean lyrics, as he continues singing, adding a little bit of his own take into the song.
it isn’t a long cover by any means, but it’s one that he’d worked hard on, hoping to share with his fans. as the song comes to an end, haknyeon slowly strums the guitar before he smiles shyly.
He led me down a winding path that skirted the beach, the sound of the waves growing louder in the stillness of the night. As we walked, the anticipation built between us. I could feel the warmth of his hand, the steadiness of his grip, and it was incredibly reassuring.
"Are you serious?" I asked, a mix of disbelief and excitement in my voice. "You have a yacht?"
"Well, it's not exactly mine," he admitted with a grin. "But a friend of mine owns it, and he owes me a favor."
I laughed, shaking my head in amazement. "This night keeps getting better and better."
He chuckled softly, the sound blending with the rhythmic crash of the waves. The moonlight danced on the water's surface, casting a surreal glow around us. As we continued along the path, a soft breeze played with my hair, carrying the salty scent of the sea. Each step seemed to deepen the connection between us, making the night feel like a secret we shared.
The path curved gently, revealing a secluded cove where a sleek yacht bobbed gently in the water. Its polished hull gleamed under the moonlight, and the sight took my breath away. "Wow," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from the elegant vessel. It was like something out of a dream, a luxurious escape from the ordinary world.
He grinned at my reaction, clearly pleased with the effect. "Impressive, isn't it?" he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "Just wait until you see the view from onboard."
Together, we descended the wooden steps leading to the dock. The yacht swayed slightly as we stepped aboard, the deck cool beneath my bare feet. Soft music played from hidden speakers, creating a soundtrack to the night's unfolding magic.
He led me to the bow, where a plush seating area awaited us. It felt like stepping into another realm, far removed from the worries of everyday life.
We stood together at the dock, looking away from the marina and towards the water that was calming rippling underneath the gaze of the shining moonlight.
My white dress swayed in the wind, my lips glossy under the moonlight, and his hand tightly wrapped around mine. Every once in a while we would sneak glances at each other, while we thought the other one wasn't looking.
Biting my lip slightly when he would look at me, I felt nervous and hot underneath his gaze. Squirming, he grabbed my chin.
"Y/N, don't do that do your lips," he trailed off, speaking softly to me as his thumb gently rubbed my chin. Looking up at him through my lashes, everything around us suddenly seemed to fade away.
"Okay-," I dwindled off, as his gaze sudden detracted from my eyes, and trailed down to my plump lips.
In that moment, he seemed to get closer. Putting my hand on his chest, I could hear his faint heartbeat get louder and pump faster. He was nervous. I, made him nervous.
He was softly exhaling, as was I. I could only hear our breaths, slowly getting faster in that moment. Oscar's head titled, and in that moment, I knew what was about to come.
Grabbing my jaw, he made direct eye contact with me. "May I kiss you, Y/N?" My heartbeat fluttered, and I swear I could feel something else beating as well.
"Of course," I softly replied. The moment I gave consent, he dove right in. Lips connecting, time seemed to stop.
One of his arms tightly gripped my waist, the other gripping my jaw as he was softly kissing me. He was so gentle, yet so passionate and loving. Groaning into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck, I felt his neck muscles flex. Playing with his soft brown hair, my freshly manicured champagne-colored chrome nails gently scratched his scalp.
We kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. Though it must have been a few minutes of bliss in reality. I was the first to part, and noticed that my lip gloss and lipstick was smothered all around his lip area.
Chuckling I wiped it off and showed him the red Dior lipstick stain on my thumb that had resided on his cheek.
"Looks like I've been marked," he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Should I be worried about leaving a trail of evidence?"
I laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Depends on whether you want to be found," I teased, unable to resist the flirtatious banter that seemed to come so effortlessly between us.
He grinned, his gaze lingering on mine. "Maybe I don't mind being caught," he replied, his voice low and filled with suggestion.
I chuckled, enjoying the playful dance of words between us. "Oh, so you're admitting to being a wanted man?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion.
His grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "Only if you're the one doing the chasing," he whispered, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
I leaned back slightly, feigning contemplation. "Hmm, I do have a knack for tracking down elusive characters," I mused, my tone teasing yet tinged with genuine interest.
He chuckled softly, the sound like music in the stillness of the early morning. "Then I suppose I'm in trouble," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I pretended to study him with exaggerated seriousness. "Well, you did lead me down this path," I pointed out, gesturing around us at the yacht and the tranquil sea beyond. "Seems like you've left quite a trail."
He nodded, his expression turning more earnest. "It's a path I'm glad you decided to follow," he said softly, his fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of my hand.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Me too," I admitted, my gaze meeting his and holding steady. "I guess we'll just have to see where it leads."
He leaned even closer, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he whispered, "I'm hoping it leads to more moments like this."
My heart skipped a beat at his confession, the intimacy of the moment both exhilarating and comforting. "I think we're off to a pretty good start," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity.
Feeling even more bold, I chuckled softly, feeling a rush of playful energy between us. "I must admit, you wear it well," I said, holding up my thumb to show him the faint smudge of lipstick. "But you might want to be more careful next time."
He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Noted," he replied, his tone light yet tinged with a hint of flirtation. "Though I have to say, it's a small price to pay for such delightful company."
I felt a blush creep into my cheeks at his compliment, the warmth spreading through me like the first rays of morning sunlight. "Flattery will get you everywhere," I teased, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips.
His gaze softened, the playful glint giving way to a more sincere expression. "I mean it," he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against mine. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
The sincerity in his voice touched me, making my heart flutter in a way I hadn't expected. "I'm glad," I replied honestly, meeting his gaze with an openness that surprised even myself. "Tonight has been... unexpected, in the best possible way."
He nodded, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Sometimes the best moments are the ones we don't plan," he mused, his tone thoughtful. "Like finding a lipstick stain on your cheek."
I laughed softly, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves against the yacht's hull. "Who would have thought a little makeup mishap could lead to such a moment?" I said, shaking my head in amused disbelief.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek. "Maybe it's a sign," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That we're meant to leave a mark on each other's lives."
His words sent a thrill through me, the romantic notion echoing in the quiet space between us. "I like the sound of that," I admitted, feeling a sense of anticipation building between us like a rising tide.
He smiled, a softness in his eyes that made my pulse quicken. "Me too," he replied, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. "So, what do you say we continue this adventure? See where it takes us next."
I nodded, a surge of excitement and curiosity coursing through me. "I'd like that," I said earnestly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the serendipitous turn of events that brought us together on this yacht, under this moonlit sky.
As the moon held its vigil in the night sky, casting a silvery sheen over the yacht's deck, we settled into a cozy corner under a blanket. The soft glow of candles created an intimate atmosphere, illuminating the desserts before us—a plate of tiramisu and crème brûlée, their decadent aromas mingling with the salty sea air.
He poured us each a glass of champagne, the effervescent bubbles adding a touch of celebratory cheer to the serene scene. "To unexpected adventures," he toasted, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he handed me a flute.
I smiled, clinking my glass against his. "To seizing the moment," I replied, savoring the crisp taste of the champagne as it tickled my palate.
We shared the desserts, trading playful banter and lingering glances that spoke volumes in the quietude of the night. Each bite of tiramisu melted on my tongue, rich and creamy, while the crème brûlée offered a delightful contrast of smooth custard beneath a perfectly caramelized crust.
Between bites, we talked about our dreams and aspirations, our favorite travel destinations, and even our shared love for late-night escapades. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by moments of laughter and the occasional shared sigh of contentment.
"I guess we've hit the apex of the evening," he quipped, his tone teasing yet filled with affection, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I chuckled softly, enjoying the playful reference. "Well, if this is the apex, I can't wait to see what the straightaway looks like," I replied, matching his playful banter with a hint of flirtation.
He grinned, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the back of my hand. "Trust me, the view from the podium is even better with you by my side," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
The warmth of his words sent a shiver down my spine, mingling with the gentle breeze that caressed our faces. The night around us seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in our private world aboard the yacht.
Leaning closer, our gazes locked in a silent agreement of shared desire, we savored each bite of dessert as if it were a testament to the sweetness of this moment. The occasional brush of fingertips, the soft exchange of smiles—it all spoke of a connection that went beyond mere words.
As the yacht rocked gently on the tranquil waters, I found myself drawn to him more than ever, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation. This night, filled with laughter and stolen glances, had woven a tapestry of intimacy that I never wanted to unravel.
"I'm glad you invited me," I confessed softly, breaking the silence that had settled between us like a comforting embrace.
His gaze softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I couldn't imagine sharing this with anyone else," he admitted, his fingers entwining with mine in a gesture that spoke volumes.
"And hey, if things go really well, I hear they offer Australian citizenship with every marriage," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned closer.
I couldn't help but laugh at his playful suggestion, feeling a surge of affection for his sense of humor. "Are you trying to bribe me with dual citizenship now?" I quipped back, a playful twinkle in my eye.
He chuckled, his fingers gently squeezing mine. "Hey, it's just a perk," he replied with mock seriousness, his smile widening into a grin that lit up his face.
I leaned closer, teasingly narrowing my eyes at him. "Well, I'll have you know, my love can't be bought with citizenship perks," I teased, my tone light but tinged with warmth.
His grin softened into a look of genuine fondness. "Good to know," he murmured, his gaze lingering on mine as if trying to capture every detail of this moment.
The night air around us seemed to hum with possibility, as if the universe itself was conspiring to weave our destinies together. I found myself drawn to him in ways I couldn't fully articulate, my heart singing with a melody that resonated with his presence.
"But if you keep feeding me dessert like this," I added with a playful wink, "you might just convince me otherwise."
He laughed softly, the sound like music to my ears. "Consider it a delicious bribe, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection.
We watched as the moonlight danced on the surface of the sea, casting a spell of tranquility over us. Time slowed to a leisurely pace, allowing us to savor each moment, each stolen glance, and each shared smile.
As the clock struck midnight, marking the transition into a new day, we remained on the deck, wrapped in each other's warmth and the promise of what lay ahead.
And as we eventually bid farewell to the night, reluctant to let go of the magic we had found, I knew that this evening had woven our hearts together in a tapestry of hope and possibility.
Hand in hand, we returned to the shore, our laughter echoing against the quiet backdrop of the ocean. The night had been a gift—a testament to the beauty of chance encounters and the transformative power of shared experiences.
And as we looked towards the future, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that our journey together had only just begun.
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yourusername: ignore the elephant in the room (twitter)
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user1: alrrr, aesthetic queen
user2: not them using their own drunk paparazzi pics in their post, it's giving iconic shit
user3: I AM NEVER FORGETTING THOSE TWEETS THEY WERE FUCKING HILARIOUS GIRLLL
user4: nahhh nawt the "pls pls pls gimme ur babies"
user4: IN TEARS. 😭😭
user5: she must've been HELLA DRUNK to post those
user6: oscar too LMFAOO
user7: i know she just woke up feeling like shit, checked her phone, then wanted to kys
landonorris: those tweets...
landonorris: pr wants to talk to both of you...😭
yourusername: oh god oh god i'm in trouble
yourusername: little old me, a content creator online did the single handedly worse possible thing not to do: drunk post
oscarpiastri: LMFAO GET WRECKED🫵🏻🫵🏻
landonorris: what are you laughing about ur probably in trouble too 🫵🏼
user8: LMAOOO lando got their ass
user9: he said "check urself" before u check her
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oscarpiastri: she's too cute, so i asked to be her boyfriend
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yourusername: "can I be your boyfriend" >> "can you be my girlfriend" 🧡🧡🤤🙌🏼😇😍🥰🥰🥰😘
user1: "can I be your boyfriend" >> "can you be my girlfriend"
user2: "can I be your boyfriend" >> "can you be my girlfriend"
user3: "can I be your boyfriend" >> "can you be my girlfriend"
user4: "can I be your boyfriend" >> "can you be my girlfriend"
user5: wow mate, you really think you're winning in life
oscarpiastri: i really am. she was doing donuts on my dick last night
yourusername: OSCAR DELETE THAT BEFORE ADMIN SEES SKSKKSKS
oscarpiastri: well... you didn't deny it
landonorris: oscar jack piastri. you are going to give admin another fucking heart attack.
mclaren: 👁️👁️🕵🏼
user6: LMAOOOO GN
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user7: DID YOU SEE THE DELETED COMMENT THREAD LMAO
user8: i hope someone screenshotted ts and put it on twitter lol
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