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𝗔/𝗡: Sorry for being gone for too long. I hope you missed TOFV as much as I do. Here is chapter four!

YN refers to “your name,” you / YN refers to the song titled after you

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FOUR

When you asked Irene about a nice gift idea, she immediately thought it was for Park Jinyoung, however, you were beyond clueless that it was his birthday the other day. 

You haven’t received any reply from him after that impulsive decision of sending him the message on the second win, when the plan was you were supposed to send him a message on the third win of YN. The third win happened but it’s you who did not wait for the sign. 

Today is the 24th of September and it has been weeks. Thoughts about Jinyoung were set aside because you have to face another challenge today. 

At first, you hesitated to attend your aunt Hyo Jin’s birthday party because you will surely be meeting your aunt Ye Jin and her presence annoys the hell out of you. But it’s your Papa Ji who handed you the invitation from your aunt Hyo Jin and asked you to come with him. 

The party was held in one of the famous hotels in town. You arrived with your Papa Ji and was welcomed by Hyo Jin herself. At 41, she could still pass as one of those models for the skin care products ads under the business she owns with her sister Ye Jin. 

You like Hyo Jin and she loves you as her “niece” but Ye Jin, on the other hand, seems jealous of the relationship you have with his brother. 

Ji Sung, or Papa Ji as you call him, was your biological father’s best friend. When your father died in an accident a couple of months before you were born, your Papa Ji became a constant figure with you and your mom. He was basically your dad growing up.

Even when your mom got sick and after she died, he was always there beside you – a real family member, indeed.

A month after your mom died, he wrote and signed his death will, having you as his sole heir. This was of course not likened by her sister, Ye Jin. When Ye Jin started the rumor that your mom and his brother had an affair, she planted the bane in your peaceful relationship with their family.

The truth was your Papa Ji loved your mom but did not pursue to push further being more than a friend as respect to his late best friend. 

 ...

You were anxious while waiting for the program to start. Thinking about how Ye Jin could make you feel miserable tonight as she was for you for the last five years. But she was out of sight, so you asked Ji Sung about her, only to find out that she went to an overseas trip. Sad for her she missed her younger sister’s party, you thought finding it funny that you were worrying the whole time for nothing.

A staff approach you and told you that your aunt Hyo Jin wants you to join her at the waiting room. 

She was having her makeup retouch when you got in the room. You have also noticed that she had a changed of dress for the third time now. The first one was a beige sheer long-sleeved dress, then a black cocktail dress, and now she is wearing a white puff sleeve dress.

“You called for me?” you asked.

“I just want to have a quick catch up with my darling niece,” she said while delicately holding your hand and one of your cheeks with her other hand. She was smiling like she really missed you. “It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, YN.”

“How have you been?” she asked.

If you were the talkative type, you could have told her about the Jackson Wang feature that your team slayed. Having this big feature, altogether with the photoshoots, done in less than two weeks. The initial prints for the next issue being made are set for proofreading. All of that went smoothly. 

But you just answered her question vaguely in eight words. 

“Well, there’s nothing exciting going on except my job,” you said unsure if she would take that for an answer.

“I think we should do a spa day next time so we could catch up longer,” she was really eager to know more things.

“That’s a great idea!” you quickly replied. “Hope our schedules meet. We’re both busy. But you really need a day to relax. You should not be overworking yourself, auntie.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one to tell you that?” Hyo Jin said. “You work even on weekends!”

“But my job calls for that and I love my job,” you said.

“I believe you,” she replied looking at you smiling like you bring so much joy to her.

"Send your Papa Ji a message to come here. I want to take photos with you two,” she requested. “It’s a special day for me, I want my family to join me in pictures.” 

You belong to the family that was what she meant and that warmly touched your heart. You felt being loved.

 ...

After a good 10 minutes of having your photos taken, Ji Sung found an excuse for Hyo Jin to let the two of you go.

“Excuse us, Hyo Jin! But I want to introduce YN to someone from your guests while the party hasn’t started. If you don’t mind?” Ji Sung said.

“I would say you’re interrupting our aunt-niece time but I don’t mind at all. You can take her. Introduce her to people!” You thought she is crazy for saying that. 

“See you later, auntie. By the way, you look so pretty,” you told her.

“Thank you! I’m almost done here but we’re still waiting for a few guests. Enjoy the party!” Hyo Jin said.

As soon as Ji Sung close the door of Hyo Jin’s waiting room, you immediately asked him who is this someone he wants you to meet.

“I’m not sure if you have already met this son of a friend of mine,“ he said. “He’s of the same age as you and if my memory serves me right, he finished his studies in China and has worked with an entertainment company there.” 

“And why do you want me to get acquainted with this guy?” you asked as a follow-up question.

“Both of you kind of play in the same field and you know, he’s quite charming.” Your Papa Ji is grinning like there is something more to what he meant. You gave him that sarcastic look and he just snorts at you.

“We sort of ran into each other earlier by the bar and I immediately recognized him. How disrespectful of this kid to ask about you right away when I’m the one in front of him?” he kids. 

You knew who he was talking about. “What’s. With. The. Hair?” You whispered to Ji Sung being slightly taken a back by this guy.

The guy in a black blazer and dark washed denim pants with a long and pretty messy hairstyle turned around, flashed you a smile, and greeted you “YN! It’s nice to see you again!”

𝗔/𝗡: I'm so happy that I was able to update this after almost a year. Thank you for reading! See you on the next chapter.

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FIVE

“Are you free tomorrow? Let’s meet!”

...

It was half passed midnight when your team called it a night after the little celebration you had for the completion of next month’s ELITE issue with Jackson Wang on the cover.

In a short period of time left for the publication, your team was able to come up with a good full-length feature and editorial on Jackson and his expanding “kingdom.” The magazine cover was released online earlier this evening and is set to be released on Monday.

It was a not-so-fancy dinner among you, the editor-in-chief, the two editors: Solar and Hwasa, and the writers: Yugyeom and Yeri.

Once you arrived at your home, you remembered that you still haven’t replied to the message you received while in the middle of the celebration from Jaebeom.

You exchanged numbers with him at your aunt Hyo Jin’s party and it seemed like Jaebeom wants to bring back the kind of relationship you two shared in the past.

You hesitated to make a reply since it’s been a couple hours since you received the message. It’s embarrassing to make a late reply but it’s rude not to, you thought to yourself. You chose embarrassment.

“Sorry for the late reply. Good evening!” you replied quite unsure if it suits to answer his message.

Jaebeom was quick to reply, “still up at this hour? Good morning!”

You explained to him that you had just got home because of a team dinner. “You still care to know my answer?” you texted him again.

“Are you free tho?”

“Since it’s Saturday, it’s a slow workday and we’re not required to report at the office. I guess I’m free for the whole day unless duty calls for a surprise.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Where to go?”

“Han River. Just like the old times.”

You have been missing this “old times,” you thought to yourself.

The conversation lasted for almost an hour with you agreeing to meet Jaebeom at the location he’ll be sending you at lunchtime.

...

When you arrived at Banpo Hanggang Park, you saw him right away flashing a big smile and waving at your direction.

The weather today was perfect for outdoor activities you observed. It is sunny but there’s a right number of clouds in the sky covering the harsh rays. The wind feels fine as the autumn season push on. Soon it will be winter again.

You learned from Jaebeom that he booked the two of you in a guided bike tour as your first activity. Of course, you find it hilarious at first. Living your whole life in Seoul, he could had just asked you to be his guide while touring around the city. But this is surely a new experience to you.

The bike tour lasted for about three hours – a relaxing activity by the parks of Han River with a few stops for picture taking. The sun has already set when you finished the tour.

More people have crowded the parks now than in the afternoon. Some are setting up their tents, some are playing games, others are coupled up together admiring the symphony of lights seen from the rainbow fountain of the Banpodaegyo bridge.

Jaebeom brought out a picnic blanket from his backpack and lay it on the grass. He let you settle on the blanket and told you “wait here, I’ll get us something to eat.” He left before you were able to say something.

He came back after more than five minutes and now he is starting to make a spread of ramyeon, a variety of gimbap, fried chicken, and fruit cups on the blanket.

“How’s life treating my best friend?” Jaebeom asked while handing you a pair of chopsticks.

Jaebeom was a dear friend since you were a child. The two of you met in kindergarten. His parents used to be colleagues with your Papa Ji. However, when their family business expanded in China, he moved there in the sophomore year of high school. That’s when you started to lost communications with him. The last time you have met each other was a short unexpected encounter few years ago abroad. No word was heard from him after that.

When you were still kids, your Papa Ji and his dad used to bring you two at the parks by the river every weekend – a “tradition” you used to look forward to when you were still little.

Jaebeom started digging in his noodles.

“How am I supposed to answer that?” you asked in return.

“That’s a lot of years to make up to. I didn’t know catching up with a friend would be this hard.” He made a long pause. “We’re really catching up with each other, aren’t we?”

“I’m sorry if you find this awkward,” you find the situation funny as there is a lot of dead air between you two.

“No, don’t say that. There’s no need to say sorry,” Jaebeom said.

‘We’ll slowly get back to what we used to be. I want to be in your life again. I missed you and I know I’m the one to blame here ‘cause I’m the one who left and didn’t even try to make efforts to reach out to you,” he added.

You tried opening your mouth but no words seem to form out of your thoughts.

“I’m here, okay?  Just tell me when you’re ready. I will always listen to you.” Jaebeom must have noticed the frown. This man is still the same guy you used to spend your weekends with, the same guy you grew up with, and the same guy who can read you.

“There’s no need to rush, Y/N,” he told you.

You were looking at him the whole time he was doing his monologue while he was looking from afar.

“Sometimes it’s easier to tell your story to a stranger than someone who knows you for almost your whole life. Because strangers do not know your past and will only see you as you are. There’s no judgement at all. I wish I can hear your thoughts just like a stranger but help you as a friend,” he tried to console you but he sounded sulky.

Jaebeom always gives you this feeling of comfort ever since. He knows how to encourage you through his words.

“Jaebeom, may I ask you something?” you asked.

“Go ahead! Ask me questions just like how you interrogate your interviewees,” he kids.

“Why did you choose not to work in your family’s business?”

“It’s not my thing. I always dreamt of becoming a film director but my gaze turned into music and now, I’m into shows. I love production.”

“I don’t want to use my friend card to ask where are you working right now here in Korea but I’m satisfied with your answer.”

“Do you want to know?”

“No! I’m fine without knowing.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you exactly but I’m in an entertainment company. I work with celebrities.”

This made you think about Park Jinyoung. Since the day you learned about his real name, J wasn’t mentioned again, it’s always his last name and first name now. You wonder if Park Jinyoung also enjoys going to parks. Does he also enjoy “people watching?” What does he do on his free time? Is he like Jaebeom?

Is he as nice as Jaebeom?

You spend the last hour doing the “catching up” Jaebeom wanted to do. The conversation went from random memories from the past – filling in the blanks of those missed years, to him planning to adopt a cat. It was already half past eight when you decided to pack up.

Jaebeom asked if you want him to drive you home but you refused and took a cab home instead.

...

Once you got home, you check your phone for emails and messages. Thought you were thinking about Park Jinyoung too much that you finally received a reply from him.

You reread the message five more times and was convinced that this time it’s real. Park Jinyoung finally replied after almost three weeks.

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Plot: The guy you met five years ago stole your name and made money out of it. You asked for a meeting to settle things between you and him, but he stole another thing from you.

He took your heart with him.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Park Jinyoung x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: A good mix of fluff and angst

𝗔/𝗡: This is my first full-length fic so please bear with me.

I intended to write this narrative in complementary with the socmed AU version posted on my twitter account, @/fandayneNotes. The two versions can stand alone from each other though.

Enjoy! Happy reading!

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𝗢𝗡𝗘

Ten minutes before your workday finally come to an end, you received a message from your best friend of four years.

Irene sent you a picture of a signed polaroid of Jackson Wang.

Irene is a closeted fangirl. It is just you and one of her employees who know that she is crazy over this famous multi-talented idol Jackson Wang. People often mistaken her as someone who is stern, maybe because of her natural resting bitch face, but the truth is she is a lovable bubbly soul. Her beautiful personality matches her beautiful face.

Running a coffeeshop in the business district is challenging, but Irene unbelievably manages to greet and serve every customer with a smile.

...

You met her five years ago at the airport. You had no choice but to get a coffee from the airport’s third-rate coffeeshop because you were left with only a few coins. You just wanted to go home and have got no time to queue for the ATM. But you bumped into this pretty lady and accidentally spilled your coffee on her white knitted sweater.

You were expecting that this lady will scream at you. By her looks, you could say that she was someone who is a clean freak diva born in a rich family. You were surprised when she just smiled at you, but what she told you made you even more surprised. “Yeah, I know bad coffee deserved to be spilled. It’s alright.”

That coffee disaster started the beautiful friendship you share.

...

“Have you forgotten that I’ll be seeing you tonight? Can’t you wait?” you replied through text.

For the last two years, you and Irene traditionally spend Friday nights together at her apartment which include at least a movie while eating greasy food but for the most part, it is you watching Irene fangirl over these idols. A thing she cannot do while manning her labor of love. She does her job very professionally.

“This Jackson Wang-signed polaroid cannot wait!” That was her instant reply which made you ask “where did you get that?”

“Jackson Wang came here in my coffeeshop,” her text reads.

“Oh, you must be hallucinating! Don’t tell me you spent another hell of a price over that piece of photo,” you kidding her as if Irene’s show-off of her latest merch acquisition surprises you.

“Of course not! Try to ask Bam!” You can feel Irene’s friendly death glare just by reading her message.

She then sent you a candid shot of Jackson drinking coffee at a spot you recognized from her café.

Bambam then joined your group chat, sending you a screenshot of Jackson Wang’s Instagram Story. A photo of the coffee he obviously bought from Café Bae, Irene’s coffeeshop.

“Okay. Okay. Your evidence has been acknowledged. I’ll be there in thirty mins. See you!” you replied, not wanting to get further in the story thru text.

“Full story of Jackson’s visit to follow,” Irene replied.

When you arrive at Café Bae, you were greeted by Bambam, Irene’s most trusted employee.

Don’t underestimate Bambam for working as a barista. He came from a well-off family but he chose to work for Irene.

Bambam is more like a little brother to the two of you. You share that kind of friendship where you consider yourselves as siblings and that maybe because the three of you share the same perspective in life. You all came from privileged families but you define your success only if it came from your own sweat. You all try to make names for yourselves — in your own — away from the shadow of your parents.

You waited for Irene to gather her stuff and as she left few instructions to Bambam and the rest of her employees, you head back to your car.

On your way to Irene’s place, while driving she fed you with this story of Jackson’s visit in her café.

“You know what?” she started

You kept your focus on the road and only gave her “Hmm?”

“I knew this day is something special the moment I flipped that open door sign this morning. Everything went smooth throughout the day,” Irene goes on. “That slacker intern, I kept talking about, did not come to work today so I was in the good mood all-day.”

“Then this afternoon was a bit rainy so, only a few came in the café. It’s fine because it’s Friday, I understand, business people are going home after the tiring week. But the moment was like a perfect moment for Jackson to meet me,” she was giggling like a little girl. This is the Irene you cannot see while working at the counter, serving drinks and pastries to her customers. She is a true femme fatale at work but a secret total fangirl to Jackson Wang.

“How did you contain yourself?” you asked.

“Wait, I’m not yet done with the prologue,” Irene said

“Okay, you continue with the story,” you replied.

“A guy in a blue cap took a peek inside the coffeeshop, he was like checking if the café was crowded then he gave me a nod. The next thing I knew is he was escorting the most beautiful creation among us all,” Irene said.

“So. this is Jackson now?” you tried to add enthusiasm to your tone.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she is totally grinning now.

“You did not scream at all?” you said.

“Not at the top of my lungs but my heart forgot to do its job for like a minute. You know I have seen him in all his concerts and fan meetings here in South Korea and Japan but this encounter is unlike any other,” she was like rapping, excited as she is, telling the encounter.

“I gave my usual greetings to customers but as he came near to the counter, I asked Bambam to do the work. I hid in my office but kept peeping on the window. Little did I know Bambam told him that I am a fan while he was tending them,” she can’t hide her giddiness while talking.

“How many were they?” you asked.

“Oh, it’s just him and the guy in the blue cap,” she replied.

“Bambam then entered my office and handed me this signed polaroid. I wanted to scream! I want to thank Jackson personally!” You’re used to this kind of conversations with Irene where you just have to listen to her accounts of being a lucky fangirl.

“When I was looking for them, Bambam told me that they chose to seat outside because their raincoats were dripping. Oh, I forgot to tell you that! Jackson Wang wears raincoats! Can you believe that?” Words just keep on coming out from her mouth.

Irene has been a Jackson Wang fan since his trainee days at JXP Ent. and that was more than 10 years ago. She was already a fan way before your friendship has started and now that Jackson has his own company, Team Wang Ent., it is not just him who Irene supports but also the rest of the artists in his label. You, on the other hand, are a little proud that she has not influenced you a bit in becoming a fangirl.

Maybe that is what you call professionalism. With your line of work, you deal with many celebrities may it be in the entertainment, politics, or business scene.

At 27, you made your way to become the associate editor of ELITE, a monthly features magazine in Seoul.

When you arrive at Irene’s apartment unit, you ordered for food delivery and started to get ready for your long night in front of her Smart TV.

The two of you were not in the mood for a movie tonight and end up watching Jackson Wang’s reality shows, and of course, his music videos, and that includes his latest collaboration with Galantis, “Pretty Please.”

You seemed to be tired already and wanted to retire to bed earlier than usual when Irene came across this song while browsing on her suggested videos list. The song was titled “y/n” and this piqued your curiosity. She put it on play.

𝘖𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸

𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯

’𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?

𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐

𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘈𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩, 𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

To say that you were touched by the song’s lyrics is an understatement because you were moved. The song was beautiful. It was just a lyric video but it really helped you to connect with the song.

Irene noticed you were a bit taken aback by the song but she didn’t mind at all and told you that the song was from Team Wang’s newly debuted artist. This guy got a bright future ahead, you told yourself.

“What’s his name? Such a user of my name!” you asked Irene.

“Park Jinyoung,” she answered you.

“What a common name,” you snorted, but in your head, you are cursing this Park Jinyoung for reminding you of the guy you met five years ago.

A/N: The lyrics used was originally from “Sweet Night” sung by V. Full credits to the singer, songwriters, and producers.

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Plot: The guy you met five years ago stole your name and made money out of it. You asked for a meeting to settle things between you and him, but he stole another thing from you.

He took your heart with him.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Park Jinyoung x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: A good mix of fluff and angst

𝗔/𝗡: This is my first full-length fic so please bear with me.

I intended to write this narrative in complementary with the socmed AU version posted on my twitter account, @/fandayneNotes. The two versions can stand alone from each other though.

Enjoy! Happy reading!

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TWO

For the first time, you asked Irene to play a song twice. This is very foreign to your nature.

The second time “Y/N” was played, you became sure that this song will be the subject of your scrutiny for the rest of the week.

You want to break down its lyrics. You want to understand each stanza. You want to find the meaning of every line. And you want to know where every word came from.

One-shot / drabble

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Jinyoung x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst

𝗔/𝗡: This was originally part of my five-day writing exercise spree and was first posted on Twitter on July 2020. I asked my friends to send me photos that are related to their bias and I came up with stories.

The story below is fictitious. It may contain inaccuracies about the subject matter. Photos are not mine.

𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓡𝓾𝓲𝔃

You love seeing him in blue.

You work with the team behind the clothes and stuff Jinyoung will wear in all of the appearances he makes in TV shows and in promotional events.

Jinyoung has been known for being "conservative" or the one who is less likely to do an experimental fashion statement. So, when it comes to him, the team is always careful to pick the right stuff, making sure not to disappoint the superstar.

He may be choosy in the stuff he wears, but Jinyoung really has a great personality. He treats everyone in the staff as a friend and you can't deny that you belong to a circle of which is closest to him.

You are very professional with your job but you know to yourself that you admire him in a different level.

When the workday is done, when your circle goes out at times, you usually find yourself staring at him ㅡ feeling at peace just like looking at a blue sea.

It's not because of the blue shirt, it's him.

But you are totally convinced that blue suits him

Working behind the camera, you get to know him better than anyone else.

Your friendship let the two of you show the real version of yourselves. You show the real emotions. You share your realities. However, this friendship, ironically, makes you hide your true feelings.

You need to keep those feelings as pastel as it can be. You can't make it bold, because it will either affect your job or it is your friendship that you will lose.

You're fine with being pastel, because no matter what shade you give him, he's true and beautiful color still stands out.

In literature, blue has always been associated with melancholy but science will tell you that blue stars are the hottest ones. They give off the higher temperature than the red ones ㅡ proving that blue is such a daring color.

He gives off this warmest feeling when you're together. The energy is so strong that he makes you feel all these things: happy, loved ㅡ enamored. You don't know how to call it, that you want to believe solely in science.

But you're a coward to dare admit your feelings.

You chose to be brave in a different way ㅡ you tried to keep it pastel. You fought with your emotions.

You chose to believe that blue is nothing but a color that suits him and not a feeling.

The truth is you still don't know what blue means to you.

If blue is a color for happiness and comfort, that is what he makes you feel.

One-shot

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Bambam x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst

𝗔/𝗡: This was originally part of my five-day writing exercise spree and was first posted on Twitter on July 2020. I asked my friends to send me photos that are related to their bias and I came up with stories.

The story below is fictitious. It may contain inaccuracies about the subject matter. Photos are not mine.

𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮

It was a photo taken four years ago.

You were supposed to look for a flash drive that you have left in your car's dashboard compartment when you accidentally came across this photo from that summer.

Before going off to college, you took some time to enjoy the remaining days of your vacation doing something you are passionate about. You have joined a photography camp that happens only every four years.

The interesting thing about this camp is that it was unlike those boring seminar-workshops where you have to listen all day long to lectures of stuff you already know. This photography camp was like the Amazing Race. Two campers were paired up together to make a team to do challenges.

And that's how you met the guy in the photo.

Pairings were done randomly among age groups. Upon registration, you were given a code that matches to your partner.

You and Bambam are of the same age and the two of you just clicked the moment you found each other. You were checking what to get from the snack bar before the opening event starts, when you saw this tall skinny guy sporting a two-block hairstyle. It would be awful to see other boys having that hair but this guy totally rocked that look; in all-black garb (not mentioning the skinny jeans), he looked very expensive!

You were literally staring at him ㅡ more of checking him out ㅡ that's why you missed it when he asked you if the food was included in the camp fee.

What you noticed was the numbers in his ID which was same as yours.

"I'm yours!" you said excitedly at him, showing him your own ID. He gave you that questioning look making you rephrased what you have just said, "oh, I mean... I saw your ID code and it's the same as mine. So, that means we're partners."

He flashed the brightest smile you have ever seen and reached out his hand. "I'm Bambam."

This photo of Bambam you are holding was taken right before you do your first challenge in the camp.

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The first activity was to work on the theme of "flatlay and monochrome." Flatlay-ing random stuff was a photography trend in 2016 because of Instagram.

You were worried at first because you don't have much stuff in you that would look pretty in the camera but Bambam was clever and creative to notice the things you were wearing: your jacket and beret hat.

You spread your jacket on a flat surface, put your beret on the top of it. Then Bambam picked his earphones from his pocket, got a smaller camera from his bag, and added these things to the spread. "Tada!" he said. "You take shots first."

He's always been a gentleman.

You tried to push off all the memories that the photograph brings back. But more recollections come across your mind as you were driving on your way home.

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You were reminded of the fifth night of the camp, in which the challenge was to shoot for "city lights." You were free to roam the city as long as you can go back to the camp with your photos ready on the deadline.

Bambam volunteered to use his car for your convenience. You wanted to shoot for the night skyline but there was an accident on the road. The two of you were stuck in the traffic.

"Why don't we just take a photo of what we have here in our view?" Bambam suggested.

He's always been the quick-witted one, the one who always has the solution to problems. He's always on the right angle of life where everything goes easy.

_

Just a few blocks away from your home, by this time you cannot deny that you're missing him. You are missing the guy who served as the perfect light to the photos you have taken.

You know that what makes a good photo is the perfect lighting. Light is what makes things appear in a photograph and you have realized that Bambam made you see things.

Even just his photo made you realized things that you yourself didn't know until now.

You want to go back to the summer of 2016. You want to take some time away from school; away from studying and stress. You want to come home to the things you love.

You want to rekindle that passion you have for photography.

As you were about to go out of your car, you remember the last day of the camp.

_

"Finally! The challenges are over!" you said beaming at Bambam when you were about to leave the camp.

Sharing a ride home, you noticed that unusual cheerless aura on his face.

"Hey, Bam! We earned new achievements through this camp but why do you look sad?"

He ignored your question.

"You must be tired," you answered your own question.

Bambam tried to look away from you and speaks, "Y/n, I want to know you more. I want this friendship to continue but I'm leaving for Thailand tomorrow. And that leaves US here."

He said that when you were preoccupied to alight the car. You were totally confused with what he meant by wanting more but leaving.

_

Being young and clueless back then made it easy for you to forget about him.

But now, four years have passed. Looking back to those brightest days of the summer after high school, made you want to find your light again.

One-shot

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Youngjae x reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst

𝗔/𝗡: This was originally part of my five-day writing exercise spree and was first posted on Twitter on July 2020. I asked my friends to send me photos that are related to their bias and I came up with stories.

The story below is fictitious. It may contain inaccuracies about the subject matter. Photos are not mine.

𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷

𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬?

The message from Youngjae reads.

You didn't reply to his message but instead, pressed the call button instantly.

You need a breather after a long tiring day at school, and to see your dear stress reliever would be a great help.

Youngjae appeared on the screen holding Coco, saying multiple hellos in his sing song voice.

"Hi," you said waving at them. "How's your day?"

"I didn't have to go to work earlier so, Coco and I went to the park," he said. "And now, I'm here at the studio with Coco!"

"You must've been working on a new song?" you replied while giggling ㅡfocused on Coco who was tapping on the screen like a little human being wanting to see you closely.

"Uhmm..."

You know he can not say anything about his music unless it is publicly released already so, you just answered your own question, "I would take that as a yes."

"You're being a good girl there, Coco? Oh you're so pretty! I miss you..." you went to talk to Coco just to change the topic, as if this furball would respond to you with words.

You heard Youngjae cleared his throat and that made you look at him.

"How about you, y/n, how are you?" there was sadness in his tone.

The truth is the two of you have broken up your relationship for over a year now.

The breakup was a mutual decision for the both of you. Your are both mature enough to accept that it would be better to go on separate ways while you were studying and he was pursuing a career in music.

It would help the two of you to focus on reaching your dreams, separately.

Coco, on the other hand, was actually yours but because it was you who had to move to another city, not wanting to cause so much stress to your beloved pet, you had to leave Coco to someone. Youngjae volunteered to adopt Coco then.

It was weird to think of it at first, because you are breaking up with Youngjae but you are going to leave him a piece of you that he should be responsible of.

Coco is like a child to you and up to this day, you still care and think of her constantly.. Though your relationship was over, you and Youngjae never did cut ties with each other.

And that is because of Coco.

Over the year, not a single day goes by without you receiving a message from Youngjae updating you on how Coco is doing. He always sends you photos of your favorite white maltese and at times the photos also include himself.

You're fine with that, but it still sends you weird feelings about your "ex." Moreso, when he started to ask for video calls.

You pushed those weird feelings away because you are always excited to see Coco. You always miss her.

You have no ill feelings against Youngjae and if it takes you to see him just to see your child, you're fine with it.

𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬?

His message today was quite different. It gave you a different feeling when you read that "I."

Youngjae has always been using "we" when he talks to you. He always include Coco in the conversation. But this time, that "I" means that he's just by himself.

You replied with a short "okay" and your phone rings right away.

It was only him on the screen that you can see. Being used to having Coco with him, you immediately asked "where's Coco?"

"Oh, it's just me this time," Youngjae said.

That made you frowned a little but you don't want to offend him.

"Y/n, I finished the song this morning!" he beamed at you.

"Really?" You know he won't let you hear any of his unrealeased tracks but you gave asking a try. "Do you mind me listening to it?"

"Me playing for you... well, that's actually the reason why I called," he said.

He grab his guitar and started to make melodies with the strings.

You noticed that he is pouring his emotions to the song. He is tearing up as he tried to pronounce every lyric clearly.

You can feel it. You can feel his words. The song is for you. The song was made just for you.

Tears were also pooling in the corner of your eyes when the song came to its end and from Youngjae's lips, the last line of the song came out perfectly.