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(àčâčÏâčàč )zico
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(àčâčÏâčàč )zico
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Arts and crafts gone too far. I can't draw for the life of me so this was my only option.
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Bonus Scene: Just After the Afterparty
set between Chapter 15 & 16 You were on your way to the bathroom when you passed the hallway leading to the back of the restaurantâwhere coats and bags had been dumped in a pile earlier. Taeil was there, sitting on a low bench, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, clearly not expecting company. âLost?â âNope.â You leaned against the wall. âJust pretending I have something to do.â He smirked. âSmart.â You didnât speak for a moment. The noise from the dinner was muffled nowâjust faint music and the distant sound of P.O. singing off-key. âYou okay?â you asked. He nodded. âYeah. Just⊠full.â You both laughed quietly. Then you said, âYou were really quiet tonightâ Taeil looked at you, eyes sharper now. âDidnât feel like talking much.â âWhy?â A pause. Then: âSometimes I just wanna sit with things, yâknow?â he said. âNot break them apart or explain them. Just⊠hold onto them a little longer.â You swallowed. âLike the show?â He nodded. âAnd you.â You blinked. Once. Twice. He stood then, brushing past you with a casual touch to your arm. âIâll see you outside,â he said. And you didnât move for a while.
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Chapter 16: Same Spot [Final Chapter]
Dinner unraveled slowlyâgrills cooling, laughter trailing off, people slumping deeper into their chairs with full bellies and flushed cheeks. You stood near the door, phone in hand, considering the taxi ride home when JM called out from the street. âI'm heading back with Taeil,â he said, jangling his keys. âYouâre near Seongjeong, right? Iâll drop you both.â You hesitated. âThatâs okay, I canââ âCome on. Youâll get home faster.â Taeil was already by the car, unlocking the backseat. You slipped in beside him without another word.
The city passed in a blurâwet roads, sleepy neon, the low hum of the heater filling the car. JM kept the front seat conversation light, looping through stories about backstage mishaps and group chat chaos. You chimed in where it felt natural, but mostly, you were aware of Taeil beside you. His hoodie brushed your sleeve when the car turned. Your knees knocked once at a stoplight. Neither of you shifted. Somewhere between Mapo and your neighborhood, the conversation died down. The car settled into silence. Taeil leaned slightly closer, shoulder grazing yours. Casual. Steady. You didnât move away. You werenât thinking about the show anymore. Or the noise of the restaurant. Just the feel of shared air, and how strange it was that someone could sit so quietly beside you and still make your pulse race. The car slowed in front of your block. âThis is the stop?â JM asked, already checking his phone. âYeah,â you both saidâat the same time. Taeil huffed a soft laugh. You got out first. He followed. The street was quiet, the kind of stillness that only shows up after midnightâdim porch lights, the echo of footsteps, a cool breeze cutting across the pavement.He didnât say goodbye right away. Just stood there, looking at the sky, hands in his pockets. âI meant what I said earlier,â he murmured. âAbout being glad you were part of this.â You looked up at him, surprised. âYeah?â âYeah.â You nodded. âMe too.â And then he smiledâsmall, crooked, real. Neither of you moved. You almost expected him to say something more. Maybe ask if you wanted to see each other again. Maybe ask if you danced because you had toâor because you loved to.
And for a moment, you almost asked him something, too. Like whether he always watched people like thatâquietly, like he was learning their rhythm without ever interrupting it.But neither of you did. You just stood there, two silhouettes under a streetlight, full of things left unsaid. Then he said your name, gently. âGoodnight.â And that was enough.
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Chapter 15: Outside Air
The restaurant had settled into the kind of chaos only KBBQ and too much soju could create. Empty plates stacked like towers, grills sputtering with the last pieces of meat, and everyone laughing louder than before. Zico had gone red in the face mid-story. P.O. and Minjae were locked in a bizarre argument about whether watermelons had genders. You werenât sure how it started, but Daeho was slapping the table like it was the funniest thing heâd ever heard. You were fullâtoo full. A little warm from the drinks, limbs heavy from the day. Someone suggested a smoke break, and before you knew it, half the crew was drifting out the side door for fresh air. You followed, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as the night hit your skin. Outside, the city was quieter. Dimmer. Just neon reflections on wet concrete and the low buzz of passing cars. Taeil stood near the edge of the lot, hoodie pulled up, hands tucked into his sleeves. A cloud of vapor curled from his lips as you approached. He didnât look surprised to see you. âYou vape?â he asked, brows raised just a little. You lifted yours in reply. âBad habit,â you said, taking a slow drag. âHelps after rehearsals.â He nodded approvingly. âSame.â You stood side by side, the smoke between you like a lazy fog. Every now and then, someone laughed or called out from inside, but you both stayed quiet. He held his vape toward you. âTry mine. Itâs lychee ice.â You handed yours over at the same time. âMango.â He smirked. âNice.âYou tried his first. The lychee hit stronger than expected, making your chest buzz a little. Clean, cold, sweet. Not bad. He took a pull from yours and blinked in surprise. âYours is nicer.â The exchange wasnât flirtatiousânot really. But it felt like something. Quiet. Personal. Like a language only you two were speaking. You glanced over at him, the streetlight catching on the curve of his jaw, the edge of his hoodie. âHow did tonight feel?â you asked. He thought about it. Took another drag, watching the smoke drift upward. âLike breathing again,â he said. âI didnât realize how much I missed it until it was happening.âYou nodded. You knew that feeling. He looked over at you, something unreadable in his eyes. âYou killed it tonight,â he said. âYou didnât just follow the beat. You belonged on that stage.â Your throat went tight. âYou too.â He huffed out a laugh. âI better.â From inside, someone shouted your name. Dessert had arrived. You both lingered a second longer. Then he added, voice softer, âGlad we got to do this together.â You offered him a small smile. âMe too.â Then you both headed insideâvapes back in pockets, smoke fading behind you like it never happened.
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Chapter 14: Team Dinner
The restaurant was alive with laughter and the sizzle of meat on hot grills. This KBBQ spot was Block Bâs go-to after every show, a tradition that now included the dance crew and staff.
Long tables stretched across the room, the dance crew and Block B seated separately but close enough for conversations to flow between them.
You sat between Minjae and Daeho, already being teased about your earlier photo with Taeil.
Across the room, at the far end of Block Bâs table, Taeil sat looking relaxed and at ease beside Ukwon and P.O.
Zico stood up, raising his glass. âListen up, everyone! We did it. Another show, another memory. Thanks to the staff, the dancers, and everyone who made tonight happen. Cheers!â
Glasses clinked, laughter erupted. You lifted your glass, your eyes drifting toward Block Bâs tableâand found Taeil looking back at you from the opposite end.
For a moment, your gazes lingered, the noise around you fading into the background. His expression softened, just a little. Your pulse quickened. Before he could look away, you dropped your eyes, focusing on the rim of your glass as heat crept up your neck.
Minjae nudged your arm, grinning. âYouâre blushing,â he whispered.
âI am not,â you muttered, but your cheeks felt warm.
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His POV:
Taeil leaned back in his chair, the warmth of the grill and the laughter of his friends wrapping around him like a familiar blanket. He sipped his soju, watching as Zico stood to give his usual toastâwords of gratitude and celebration, a ritual after every show.
As the cheers rose, Taeilâs gaze drifted across the room, landing on you at the dance crewâs table. You were looking at him, too, your glass raised, a small smile on your face. For a moment, everything else fadedâthe noise, the chatter, the clinking glasses.
He felt a warmth in his chest, something light and unexpected, and he let himself hold your gaze, his own expression softening.
Then, just as he was about to smile, you looked away, your eyes dropping to your glass. He caught the way your cheeks turned pink before you turned your head, and he couldnât help but smile to himself, feeling a strange mix of shyness and pride.
The night continued, stories and jokes flowing, but Taeil found himself glancing your way more than once, wondering if youâd look back again.
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Chapter 13: Group Photos
Backstage was a whirlwind of camera flashes and laughter. Staff, dancers, and Block B crowded together for the final group shotâeveryone jostling for space, swapping places, and grinning at the cameras. The energy was electric, the air thick with relief and celebration.
You and the dance crew settled on the floor in front of Block B, everyone arranging themselves in casual, playful poses. You found yourself right in the center, just in front of Taeil. His hair was still down, and when you glanced behind you, you caught his eye for a brief second. His smile was warm, effortless, and it made your heart skip.
âGroup shot!â the photographer called, and you all leaned in, fingers pointing, tongues out, hands making hearts. The flash went off, capturing the momentâyour team, Block B, and you right in front of Taeil.
After the group photo, Minjae appeared at your side. He didnât say a word, but his smirk told you everythingâhe knew exactly how much you admired Taeil. Without any teasing, he took your phone and nudged you toward Taeil.
âGo on,â he mouthed, already lifting the camera. Taeil, noticing your approach, gave you a small, knowing smile. âGood job tonight,â he said again, his voice low and sincere.
You grinned back, your cheeks warming. âYou too.â
Minjae snapped a few quick photos, capturing the two of you togetherâTaeilâs hair down, your smile bright, the nightâs magic still lingering between you.
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Taeil felt a little awkward posing for a photo with just her, but her presence was so natural, so easy, that he quickly relaxed. He leaned in slightly, letting Minjae take the shot, and caught the way her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. The moment felt private, even in the crowded backstage, and he found himself wishing it could last a little longer.
Just as Minjae handed her back her phone, Ukwon sidled up beside him, nudging his shoulder.
âYah, Taeil,â Ukwon teased, his grin wide. âYouâre looking extra friendly tonight. Whatâs going on here?â
Taeil rolled his eyes, but his cheeks felt warm. âNothing, just a photo.â
âSure, sure,â Ukwon laughed, winking at you both. âJust a photo, huh?â
She laughed, shaking her head, and Taeil couldnât help but smile, too. The teasing was all in good fun, but there was something about herâand about this nightâthat heâd remember for a long time.