#haechi wang

Working has never been a problem for you—you love making money. Since you were a kid, you've hustled through odd jobs. At some point, it was yard work at 9, tutoring by 13, dog sitting at 16, and nannying by 18. You’ve always had this drive to find work that paid well, because with money, you could live life on your own terms.

So when you were out and about one day and stumbled across a bartending gig paying over 18 dollars an hour, you didn’t hesitate. You called the place immediately to schedule an interview.

At 25, finding a job that could help you stay afloat in Korea wasn’t just a win. That’s always been the goal in the country—just survive.

It’s all you’ve ever known, especially after your father walked out on you and your mom. And now, with your mother incredibly sick, the pressure is on to find well-paying jobs that are really taking a toll on you. Thankfully, all those years of grinding paid off—you’ve managed to cover the medical bills, the prescriptions, and everything else your mom needs.

You got the job without any problems. A week of training went by in a blur due to the sticky floors, loud music, and learning how to pour drinks without spilling any of it. Your feet ached after most shifts, but money was money. Plus, there was something weirdly comforting about the chaos for you.

Your first official day felt like any other packed nightclub: too many sweaty bodies, half-hearted pickup lines tossed your way, and the constant stickiness of spilled liquor that you eventually stopped noticing. Jackie, your coworker behind the bar, was quick to warn you about the place’s infamous late-night wildcard.

“Senior DJs coming in tonight,” she muttered while wiping a shot glass. “It’s Bada. Try not to get caught with her.”

You gave a nod but didn’t comment because you didn’t care about gossip like that; the goal was just to avoid those kinds of people. But later that night, when the crowd’s energy pretty much flipped the place around the moment the bass dropped and a tall figure made her way to the DJ booth like she owned the place, you realized she enticed you.

There was something about her. The way her hoodie sleeves were half-pushed up, the way her head bopped to her own beat, the control she had over the room from her presence alone. Her hands on the deck looked long and slender, her smirk—lazy, crooked—made something settle deep in your gut. You hated to admit it, but Jackie’s warning did little to shake the quiet energy pulling you in.

You did your best to keep your distance, though. You were here to make money, not to flirt with apparent grade A douchebags.

But that only lasted a couple of weeks.

One night, Bada bailed at the last minute. Jackie muttered something about her flaking again and rolled her eyes so hard you thought they’d get stuck. You came in late for your shift and were expecting the usual DJ everyone came in for, but instead, your gaze landed on someone different—an unfamiliar girl on the high stage, hair curly and volumous, a cute smile tugging at her lips as the beat thumped into your chest.

She wasn’t exactly Bada, but somehow the energy was similar… this one just seemed much cuter and much more approachable.

During your break, she stepped off the stage and wandered over, tapping lightly on the bar counter.

“Hey,” she said, voice almost drowned by the music. “Do you have snacks?”

You blinked, then grabbed a pack of crackers from behind the counter and handed them to her. “Only this.”

She looked genuinely grateful. “You just saved my life. I was starving—I’m Haechi, by the way.”

You gave her your name, and she smiled wider, soft, genuine, and she wasn’t someone in that building who didn’t give you club-kid energy, unlike everyone else. Over time, she started showing up more, filling in DJ slots here and there. You’d catch her waving at you from the booth or stopping by during your break just to talk. 

Likely just Bada not coming to work because Bada could do no wrong, and if that's what she wishes, she’s allowed to do it. Yet you were thankful at the turn of events.

Haechi has this bright, almost clumsy warmth that makes you feel like you were back in school, talking to someone you could become friends with.

And then, on one of those wild Friday nights, she was back again—only this time she was alternating sets with Bada, a relay that had the crowd going wild. The combination of the two brought in a bunch of people and tons of money, that’s for sure. The two of them switched off with perfect rhythm, like they’d done this a hundred times. And in between all that, Haechi still managed to make her way over to you during one of her breaks, plopping onto the barstool across from you like she had been doing the past few weeks.

You giggled at something she said— a dumb joke about her shoe coming off mid-set—and nudged a cup of soda toward her as a peace offering. She smiled, biting her straw, eyes a little too lingering. 

That kind of look she gave you didn’t go unnoticed. It had only been a few days of knowing each other, but it seems like Haechi Wang has a crush on you.

You didn’t mind it, it was harmless, and you even found it sweet.

But what you didn’t see was the sharp glance from the DJ booth, Bada watching from afar as the club lights moved around, hitting the bar every once in a while.

She hadn’t missed the way Haechi leaned far over the bar table, the way your laughter was silenced by the music yet so loud in action, the way your fingers lightly grazed Haechi’s hand when you passed her a napkin. She was mid-set, but her fingers had gone awry. She wasn’t even mixing properly anymore—just letting preloaded tracks carry the next twenty minutes.

She was watching. And for once, you seemed to have caught her attention, but who knows whatever Bada’s intentions are?

Without warning, she wrapped up her set early, just letting tracks play with prerecorded mixes. She weaved through the crowd, ignoring the drunk regulars calling her name, trying to grab her clothes as she walked by.

You were still behind the bar, laughing at something Haechi said again, elbow resting on the counter, when you saw her approaching from the corner of your eye.

And for the first time since you’d started working there a month ago, Bada walked right up to you.

“Hey,” she said smoothly, her voice clear even with blasting music and the loud murmurs of a combined crowd, as she leaned against the bar, eyes flicking from you to Haechi, then back again. “You’re new.”

Her hoodie was pulled halfway over her head, but that smirk—god, that smirk—was on full display. She extended a hand, confident, like she didn’t care if you shook it or not.

“I’m Bada.”

Her fingers brushed yours deliberately, her touch cool and slow like she was sizing you up in a single gesture. You didn’t move right away, but you weren’t looking away either, almost challenging her. There was a slight shift with the DJs, noticing Haechi tense slightly beside you.

“I’m Y/n.” You told her, because what else could you do?

The world seemed to slow down with the touch of her hand. She gave you this confident look that made her ten times more attractive than your initial thoughts about her. Below the hood, a cap covered her eyes a bit, adding to her mysteriousness.

Bada tilted her head, eyes locked on yours like she could already tell you weren’t the type to be scared off, which she already liked. And you… You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a very, very bad one. The interactions started small from then on. Just shots after your shift, staying longer at the club, even a cigarette offered between two fingers and a smirk you couldn't say no to.

Then it became this unimaginable thing for you.

You didn’t even realize it at first. One minute, you were trying to keep your head above water, working to pay for your mom’s medication, living paycheck to paycheck. Next, you were going out more than you were going home. You drank on nights that weren’t planned, stayed after your shift “just for a while” until the sun was creeping up.

All because of one damn woman.

Bada had a way of making everything feel liberating, even if it came with a hangover and hazy memories. She was chaos, and you’d usually be opposed to that, but she somehow made it work for you to enjoy. She’d look at you with this lazy grin, slip her hand into yours in the hallway of the club, and suddenly none of it felt like a mistake.

You were getting close to both of them—Haechi, who always smiled widely and brought you candies during her breaks, and Bada, who stole your breath with every glance your way. But it was Bada you were drawn to. You started craving her, the person who made your heart skip, even when you were told to do the exact opposite of that.

Then came that night. You barely remembered anything, just being there with Bada. You’d had more to drink than usual. Her arm was around your waist in the booth, and your head lolled onto her shoulder. You remembered her lips brushing your temple, her low voice in your ear saying something you couldn’t recall. Then it all went black from there.

When you wake up the next morning, your mouth is dry, your head is pounding, and you aren’t in your apartment.

Looking around the space, none of it seemed familiar, well, everything other than the sweater that gave it away. A gray hoodie with embroidered white flames on the sleeves told you exactly whose home this was.

Haechi.

Wrapped in a blanket on her small couch, shoes off, a glass of water already waiting on the table. She was sitting nearby in a hoodie and shorts, hair still a little damp like she’d showered while you slept.

“Hey,” she said gently. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly. “What... happened?”

“You blacked out,” she said. “Bada was too drunk, too, so I took you home, luckily, I was playing last night.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled, guilt crawling up your spine. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” she replied, voice soft but firm. “But I have to ask…”

You looked over at her. Her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “…why do you keep staying around her?”

The question came out in a nervous manner, and it wasn’t supposed to hold much weight, but it did for some odd reason.

“She’s never going to give you what you deserve,” Haechi continued, eyes meeting yours. 

“You know that, right? She’s not… good for anyone, honestly.”

You didn’t answer. Because part of you knew she was right, like, for goodness' sake, the girl has you drowning in alcohol right now, and that wasn’t normal for you. But another part—the stupid part, the broken part, the part that saw the rare moments of tenderness—wanted to keep trying.

You didn’t know that Bada was standing in the hallway behind the closed door. She leaned against Haechi’s cracked doorframe. She’d come to check on you, maybe make some excuse about her picking up the jacket she let you borrow at the club, but your voices stopped her from knocking.

She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when she heard Haechi ask the question—like it hurt to say it—kept her there. The way you didn’t answer was enough for Bada to hear.

The silence spoke volumes to the point it made her walk away and rethink everything about you.

And for once… she cared.

The next week was strange because Bada had just changed.

It wasn’t in a dramatic way, but it was clearly evident because you noticed. She stopped asking you to drink practically every night and started actually showing up to all her DJing sets. She waited for you after your shifts with a cold bottle of water, so cold that the beads of chilled water pooled on her palms. She would call or text if you got home safe, and when you said you were tired, she didn’t try getting you to come out to the party.

It was a bit jarring, to say the least.

You tried not to overthink any of it, but Haechi noticed, too. Her smile had started to fade when she saw the two of you together. The interactions weren’t out of the ordinary, having grown accustomed to seeing the two of you together. Yet, this time, she was seeing Bada in a completely different light. 

A version that had the possibility of treating you right.

She was distant—still kind, still friendly, but her eyes didn’t linger the same. She didn’t hang out during breaks anymore, not unless Bada was doing a set. 

“She’s trying,” you told her one night, during a slower shift. “She’s pretending,” Haechi replied, not believing the change happening right in front of her eyes. “Because she doesn’t like to lose.”

You wanted to argue, but the words wouldn’t come, and you weren't sure of everything either.

Then there were the other nights you weren’t bartending. When you came in late just to hang out or drop something off. You’d find Bada at the bar or by the booth, drink in hand, leaning too close to someone who wasn’t you. She wasn’t touching them, but her smile, the way she let them laugh at things that weren’t funny—it made your stomach twist.

She’d glance over at you once she noticed, maybe give a small nod, and sometimes that was enough to make you think about your decisions. Other times, it wasn’t.

Still, she never let it go too far, always coming back to you by the end of the night. You didn’t know if that meant anything to her, but it did to you, and you held onto it.

Then came the night she invited you over to her place. Her apartment, with its dim lights, had her playlist running in the background. Time went by quickly, unsure of how you even got there in the first place. Just sat down on her floor, shoulder brushing hers, and when she leaned in and kissed you, it felt like the world finally paused.

“I’m not good at this,” she whispered afterward, voice raspy against your neck. “But I’m trying.”

You simply believed her every word. It sounded desperate to erase any bad memories you had with her.

And when Haechi saw the two of you leaving together the next weekend, her expression was unreadable. She didn’t say anything, just offered you a small nod and went back to the booth.

But later that night, she caught you outside for a moment alone. “I just need you to know,” she said, hands shoved deep into her hoodie pockets, “if she breaks your heart, I won’t say ‘I told you so.’ But I will still be here.”

You smiled, eyes soft, not forgetting the clear sign of a good friend… or something Haechi hoped could’ve been more in the future. “Why?”

“Because I just want you to be okay,” she said.

It tore you up inside because you still chose Bada. Maybe you were just too blind to make the correct decision, but you weren’t going to regret it.

---

"Street Woman Fighter Season 2!" Hyeji exclaims, stretching out our intertwined hands and pointing eagerly at the glowing sign with her free one.

I let out a small, excited squeak—barely a sound—but enough to express my bubbling excitement at seeing the iconic sign. “Wait, I need to take a photo for my mom—she’s a huge fan!” I say, fumbling for my phone. Behind me, I hear a familiar sigh—probably Jiyoung unnie, rolling her eyes as usual.

“Do you think Kang Daniel will come back as MC? My sister’s obsessed with him.” I add, grinning as I snap the photo.

Before I know it, I’m reaching for Hyeji’s hand again, feeling like a kid at a candy store, completely caught up in the moment.

"Thank goodness you wanted to make a bad girl entrance." Minhee says, smirking as Yeeun and Kayoung burst into laughter.

"Bad girls have loved ones too." I murmur, giving Hyeji's a small kiss in her arm.

"I didn’t know you loved anyone other than yourself." Babysleek quips, her teasing tone cutting through the moment.

I shoot her a mock glare and smack her lightly on the arm. "Keep talking, and you'll be at the bottom of my list."

"I thought I already was." the oldest chimes grins.

"Not even close." I retort, shaking my head with mock seriousness. "Yeeun."

The moment I say her name, she lets out an exaggerated groan. "What? Why me?" she whines, throwing her hands up in protest, making me laugh.

I don’t bother answering Yeeun and keep walking, though she persists, demanding to know why. I ignore her, biting back a smile. It wasn’t true anyway—I just love teasing her.

We enter the building, passing a stall with clothes, and head straight for the stairs. Once we reach the top, our eyes fall on the winning team’s trophy sitting majestically on a table.

“It’s incredible.” Halo breathes, carefully lifting it into her hands. “We have to get this beauty home.”

“Who was the orange crew in the first season?” I ask, running my fingers over the smooth surface of the trophy.

“Prowdmon.” Haechi answers from beside me. She drapes her arm around my waist, and a shiver runs down my spine, though I do my best to play it cool.

“We’re ranking sixth.” my crewmates groaning in unison at my bluntness.

“Don’t say that, kid.” Babysleek scolds, now cradling the trophy protectively in her arms.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I tease, grinning. “And careful with that thing. At your age, strength starts to deteriorate.”

I barely finish my sentence before Babysleek smacks me on the arm.

“You hit girls? That’s terrible publicity.” I say, feigning scandal.

Before I can say more, Chocol clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shut up! Someone’s going to believe you.” she shakes her head with a chuckle.

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After what feels like an eternity sitting in the crew room, they finally let us out onto the main set. Judging by how long we’ve been waiting, I’m pretty sure we’ll be one of the last crews to make an entrance.

“Unnie.” I whisper to Haechi, my voice small. “I’m nervous.” I show her my trembling hands as proof. She doesn’t say a word but smiles softly, taking my hands in hers. Somehow, that simple gesture steadies me.

We start moving, descending to the set in formation—Yeni and Chocol leading the way, their steps confident and deliberate. Behind them, Halo walks with Babysleek and Mini, their expressions sharp and focused. Hyeji and I behind them, the tall girl with a serious face but still taking my hand.

My heart pounds louder with every step we take, nerves bubbling back to the surface. Haechi must notice because she gives my hand a gentle squeeze, grounding me without saying a word. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to remind me that I’m not alone.

“Haechi Wang has such a powerful presence.” someone murmurs, their words cutting through the hum of the crowd. I smile to myself and give Haechi’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, Baek Ahyoung is a doll.” another voice gushes.

“I’m not a doll.” I mutter under my breath to my friends as we stop at the center of the stage, trying to keep a straight face.

“Wow, she was my favorite in Dilemma.”

“She’s so pretty!” someone else chimes in enthusiastically.

“I want to be her friend.” Rena from Tsubakill pouts dramatically, earning a round of soft laughs from her crew.

I keep my composure, my heart still pounding. All I can think is: Focus. Keep it cool.

The big screen flickers to life, and to my surprise, they actually start with positive comments.

Well, that didn’t last long.

“I really don’t want to see their dance.” Biggy’s voice suddenly cuts through the room, sharp and unapologetic.

I blink at the screen, my brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

“Because I know it’s going to be bad.” she finishes bluntly.

A wave of shocked gasps ripples through the room. Mini and Halo both turn to stare at the woman, their faces a mix of disbelief and offense.

"Honestly, I think their moves are old." Mina Myoung, leader of Deep N Dap, remarks casually.

Silence blankets the set. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension.

“She really doesn’t know the difference between old and classic.” Halo mutters under her breath, her tone sharp but composed. The rest of us nod in quiet agreement, our irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Although they haven’t gotten personal yet—it’s getting dangerously close—I can already feel anger bubbling in my veins, hot and sharp.

“I really don’t understand what Ahyoung is doing in Wolf’lo.” BEBE’s Sowon says in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “She’s not a dancer.”

Gasps and surprised murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. Before I can even process it, Sowon hops down from her seat and starts bowing repeatedly. “Sorry, sorry!” she says in a small voice, clearly realizing she’s poked the bear.

I can’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking my head as I glance back at the screen.

“She’s just a pretty face.” the leader of LadyBounce says, her words cutting through the air like a blade. I freeze. My body goes still, my gaze locking on her.

Did she really just say that?

“Who said that?” Haechi snaps, her voice sharp and abrupt, though she doesn’t let go of my hand. Her grip tightens slightly, a silent show of support.

What is going with this girl? She is not like this.

Nervous laughter bubbles up from the rest of the room, a weak attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Relax, girl.” Yeni chuckles, stepping in and resting a calming hand on Haechi’s arm.

But Haechi doesn’t look relaxed—neither I do.

"You really think I’m pretty?" I ask with a smirk, my voice dripping with irony.

Nob doesn’t miss a beat—she just smiles knowingly at me.

"Don’t say things I already know." I add, throwing in a playful wink. The Mannequeen girls erupt into laughter, their amusement echoing through the room.

The video cuts off, and we make our way to our seats. My smile lingers, but inside, the words of our competitors replay in my mind.

This is going to be a tough competition.

---

The shoot is in full swing, and finally, the girls from Jam Republic walk in. My 2015 self would have never believed she’d be in the same room as her favorite dancer from JB’s music video. Honestly, even my 2023 self is struggling to wrap her head around it.

The girls from Jam Republic make their way to their seats, their initial smiles now replaced with serious expressions. Honestly, I can’t blame them—not after the ridiculous things that have been said to them.

"I just want this to start already." I murmur, resting my head on Hyeji’s shoulder, who’s sitting to my left. "I’m sure Audrey is going to absolutely crush anyone who dares to challenge her."

"Why are you supporting her?" Yeni asks, making me lift my head to look at her. "She’s our rival."

"More than 30 dancers ranked her as the worst." I reply, still leaning against Hyeji's shoulder. "And yet, she’s the one with the most stickers—four."

"You got ranked as the second-worst dancer." Mini chimes in, and I let out a sigh. She’s not wrong.

"And you’ve been challenged just as many times." Halo adds.

"I think we all knew this was coming—or maybe even worse." I say, and the girls nod. "But this doesn’t define the kind of dancers we are. They don’t know us."

I shift my gaze away from my teammates and look at the team next to us, sitting silently.

"Audrey" I call out to the youngest member of the pink team. The entire group turns to look at me, clearly surprised. "Destroy them."

A sly smile spreads across her face, mirrored by her teammates.

"You too." she replies in a calm, almost casual tone.

What guts this kid has.

Just then, Kang Daniel walks onto the set, immediately sending the room into chaos. The singer-songwriter flashes his signature smile and begins explaining the rules of the show, which remain almost identical to the first season.

"Now, let’s meet our judges." he announces, and the anticipation in the room is palpable. "Shin Monika."

The place erupts into screams of excitement. I can’t believe I’m breathing the same air as the Goddess Monika herself.

She takes her seat with effortless grace, and behind her come the other two judges—Monsta X's Shownu and the special guest judge, Mike Song.

For a moment, the studio falls into a hushed silence, the energy thick with awe. Without thinking, I blurt out, "Unnie, be my girlfriend."

The room bursts into laughter—contestants, judges, even the staff. Regret hits me like a truck as I feel my face heat up.

Hyeji lets go of my arm, with a inexpressive face, while Yeni gives me a playful nudge.

"AhYoung!!" Chocol groans between laughs.

The laughter lingers for a few more seconds, especially when Monika winks at me. My face burns hotter than ever, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt into the floor. But then, I notice Hyeji shifting uncomfortably, subtly pulling her body away from mine.

What’s her problem now?

"Contestants, you can go change your clothes." the MC announces. "The No Respect Battle is about to begin."

Once we’re back in our designated space, I quickly swap into a different outfit, something sharper and more fitting for what’s coming next.

"Hyeji." I say softly, my voice unusually timid—a rare occurrence for me. "Can I have a hug? Your hugs always make me feel better."

She stares at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, before finally pulling me into one of her signature bear hugs—the kind that nearly knock you off your feet, courtesy of her being almost 15cm taller than me.

"You’re going to do amazing." she says with a small, reassuring smile.

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You're a pretty famous foreign artist and currently on tour. You were looking forward to going to Korea since it has been a dream ever since you became big in the industry. When you were finally there, you took a whole day to explore and have fun before you started making preparations for your upcoming concert.

You're having some snacks in a café and when you looked out the window, you saw a girl with curly hair along with other women. They seem to be a group of friends who are having fun but you can't stop thinking about the tall one. She's way too cute, very much your type but it's a shame that you'll only be in Korea for a few days before you move to Japan as it's part of your tour. You sighed and pouted a bit, your own thoughts making you sad that you didn't even notice they entered the café you're at until someone from their group approached you with a very happy grin which made you feel happy as well as their smile is contagious.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Mini and I'm a huge fan.. Do you mind if I ask for a picture with you?" the girl, or Mini asked.

"Hiii oh my goodness. I don't mind at all!" you happily said. You took pictures together and she even asked you to sign her phone case, which you did. You invited them to your table to chitchat and get to know her and her friends since that's what you're known for by your fans. You always find time to sit and chat with them.

You learned that they're pretty famous as a crew of dancers and they even invited you to dance with them if you have free time that got you feeling giddy from pure excitement. Haechi couldn't help but be amazed at how beautiful, kind and humble you are. You're this famous artist but you're talking to them like you're just a regular, nothing special kind of person.

"Your hair is so pretty.. I wanted to have that but my manager said no. Still salty about it." Haechi's brain seemed to have stopped working when you complimented her hair. She was smiling like an idiot while a soft blush crept its way to her cheeks that got her team smiling in a knowing fashion as they watched their youngest blush even at the simplest compliment from you.

You hang out with Wolf'lo for the rest of the day, they were nice enough to show you around and they even teach you some basic korean words that you could use to interact with your fans at your concert. You wanted to invite them as your guest acts at your concert but they won't be able to perform due to them competing in a dance competition. You were a bit saddened but they promised to attend your concert so you gave them backstage passes then you parted ways with them since your manager will personally whop your ass if you didn't go back to the hotel you're staying at.

You and Haechi would constantly message each other on instagram whenever you're free. You enjoyed every second you spent talking to her and you even developed a crush on her though you constantly try and remind yourself that you're just staying over her country for a few days so it's not possible for you two to date unless she's in to long distance. You just basked in the attention you're receiving from her.

Unbeknownst to you, Haechi has been feeling the same. Talking to you has been the highlight of her day. She absolutely loved the messaging you, just getting to know you better. Her team has been teasing her for days regarding how close she is becoming to you, some even going as far as telling her to just fess up and ask you for a date before you go off.

The day of your concert came and you were very anxious backstage. You don't know how the Korean crowd will react to your performance and because you just love stressing yourself out by overthinking.

"Hey Y/N!" Haechi waved at you and you couldn't help but blush because one, she looks so cool and hot in her outfit and second, you have realized that you're definitely crushing on her.

"Hiiii I'm so glad you could make it! Where are the others?" you asked and she gave you a hug that calmed your nerves a little bit but got your heart racing from a different feeling that's far from the anxiety of having to perform onstage.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. Mini and the others will be a little late. Think they're stuck at traffic.." Haechi says and you smiled, nodding your head. You wanted to chat with her some more but you were called by your director, telling you that you're gonna be on stage in a minute. You don't know what came over you but you gave Haechi a kiss on the cheek before running off. Haechi was left there stunned, blushing and holding her cheek which still has your lipstick mark on it. She smiled like an idiot as she saw you run off.

The concert was a blast and you're having so much fun. Performing and then seeing your fans enjoying themselves is what keeps you going. Halfway through the concert, you grabbed your guitar and asked for a chair so you can play more comfortably. You added this little number the last minute so nobody from the audience anticipated it.

"So uhm.. I'm gonna play a song. Well it's not one of mine but from Ms. Taylor Swift. I just wanna play it to get some feelings out of my chest." you spoke and there was a series of 'awww' and little squeals of excitement as you began to play Enchanted on your guitar. All you could think about while singing the song is Haechi, the bittersweet feeling of liking her but you couldn't tell her since you're only there for a limited number of days then you're also not sure if she likes you or not.

"This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you.." you sang your heart out then glanced at the back to see Haechi peeking and you gave her a slight smile while you continued singing.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.." at that point, you weren't just singing anymore. You're sat there, trying to tell her how you feel and just hoping that maybe she feels the same way as you do.

You continued singing and Haechi couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how good you are and how pretty.. She's just so mesmerized by you. She could swear that her heart broke and melted at the same time when you looked at her as you sang. She could feel every emotion you've put into that song. She wanted to go up there, hug you and hold you close and assure you that she's not in love with someone else but then again, you're this famous star. You're from different backgrounds and she feels like you're meant for someone greater than her.

When you were done with the concert, you immediately ran backstage but was disappointed that Haechi wasn't there anymore. You changed into more comfortable clothes before you hang out with your new found friends and did some pictures with some fans. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be, you and Haechi are not meant to be together. It hurts a bit but you accepted it. Maybe it's for the best.

It was the last night before you're about to head off to another country. You're just packing your stuff and listening to music, you don't really feel like going out since you're a bit sad about leaving and not being able to tell Haechi directly about your feelings or going out on a date with her. You still talk to her but you feel kinda awkward now and just very down.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice someone was knocking on your door until you heard the third set of knocks. You quickly got up and peeked through the peephole to see Haechi, looking nervous as heck. You panicked a bit, you wanted to scream and cry and just hide but you opened the door for her before she can knock again. You looked at her, confused and she looked back at you, a relieved smile on her face before pulling you in for an embrace.

"Thank goodness you're still here.. Chocol and the others told me you're already leaving.." she says, her voice cracking and you rubbed her back gently before guiding her inside. It broke your heart seeing Haechi sad but you couldn't help but feel hope bubble inside you because she came to see you on your last night in her country. It got your hopes up that maybe, just maybe, she feels something for you as well.

"Well I'm actually just packing my stuff. I have to leave to go to the airport at 10 am tomorrow." you told her and she frowned, holding both your hands and kissing your knuckles. She held your hands like she didn't want to let you go.

"I know that there's not enough time for us. You're leaving for your tour and I'm not that selfish to stop you from leaving.. But Y/N I couldn't stop thinking about you. Ever since we met at the café, and especially when you kissed my cheek before your concert. It took every ounce of self restraint to not run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you and assure you that I'm not in love with someone else.. That I'm only in love with you but I was scared. Fear got to me so I left instead. I mean, you're this famous star with so many people lining up to date you and I'm just this dancer from South Korea. You deserve so much better.." Haechi finally confessed and you were stunned for a moment. All this time Haechi was also into you?

You cupped Haechi's cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips. It was soft, it was wonderful but it's also bittersweet. You're sharing your first kiss the night before your scheduled leave. You pulled away and rubbed your thumb on her cheek, smiling.

"If you can just wait for me until the end of this tour, I will come back for you.. I wanna give us a chance, I really do. But if you can't wait for me that long, I'll understand. But know this, what I feel for you is real.. I'm in love with you, Haechi." you told her and she nods, placing a kiss on your lips before embracing you.