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the creature exited out to nowhere before jennie could even protest and she pondered this curse for the rest of the night. there was no way she could perform in another language; especially not in the events that they’re scheduled in with big crowds coming to see them. her whole body would tremble before each performance just with korean alone. there was simply no way she would allow herself to be embarrassed on such a scale while dragging along her members.

she stopped to think twice, questioned whether it was real in the first place. fairies are mere folk beliefs, aren’t they? it was when she visited the next room occupied by the group’s mat-unnie that she realized it was no joke. and of all languages, it had to be swahili, dissolving jisoo into a puddle of laughter. unable to make any sensible conversation with the other, she started singing out of nowhere to the tune of playing with fire. this counts as a performance, right? without any way to explain herself, she only waved her unnie goodbye and hurried out of the room. 

then as the door shut behind her, she scrolled through her phone’s favorites and immediately pressed on hanbin’s name. as soon as he picked up, she broke out into a song. this time in french and to the tune of 10cm’s jukgetne. she did so passionately, from beginning to end as though the meaning of the song wasn’t lost in translation. the words might not fit right in, but she hoped at least her conviction expressed what she could have in their mother tongue. after her singing, he tried to talk. first acknowledging her sweet rendition and her skill in french. if only he knew. no responses came back his way, only deep sighs, which made him ask why she was ignoring him. she was torn between feeling bad and finding his dramatic plea adorable. but again, the call ended with no explanations as it just wasn’t possible yet.

like a woman on a mission, she rushed into chaeyoung’s room which had both the owner of the space and lisa inside as well. how convenient, she thought. jennie then spoke in russian to both. luckily for her, chaeyoung tried to keep herself composed no matter the struggle to keep the laughter from bursting out and through rough sign and body language, she was able to understand that jennie needed her to play the guitar and sing along with her. jennie gestured for lisa to pick up the camera to record. somehow in the midst of all the haste and panic, they were able to grasp what she was trying to say despite the words coming out different from what they normally spoke in.

she hummed to the tune of this love by maroon 5, and chaeyoung picked up easily as it was a song she’s performed by herself and a song they’ve sang together before. lisa giggled through the whole of it as chaeyoung tried to throw in english ad libs on top of jennie’s russian translated singing.

a live performance, another through a call, and another one through a video. the relief washes over all her previous anxieties. thankful of the outcome, she sighed and thought to herself.

fairies don’t seem so cruel, after all.

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what the fuck was he on. 

it’s the first thought to surface in daehyun’s mind when the sounds start. slow, tantalizing, a little creepy the slide down his back and around his throat. he’s good on his feet right now, coordinated, seeing clearly. he knows they’ve got a meeting coming up and practice later on tomorrow so he can’t afford to be anything but coordinated. he still finds it necessary to scroll through the events of the day and the days past, pick up some anomaly that means he fucked up and got shit-faced without knowing it. he could be sleep-walking and his dreams crashed with reality. it’d be a hell of a story to tell jaebin back at the dorm. given the situation though, heading to the dorm doesn’t seem like a good idea. 

in fact. the voices get louder and he doesn’t think heading anywhere is a good idea. he could be losing his shit because he’s looking around to find a face to place the words. breath. words. so close he can grab it but he’d look an idiot grabbing at the air, at the unknown. it’s frustrating. he’s sober for crying out loud. sober and currently stressed.

“listen,” at this point if he’s talking to himself maybe he can talk some sense into himself. “the world’s been falling. catch up.” it’s full of the corrupt, pigs who fill their belly insatiably and let the runts suckle their bathwater. it’s filthy, cruel and it’s the only time he’d admit it. he doesn’t like to think about it, doesn’t like people to know he thinks about it. daehyun is a optimist! so they say. he’d prefer to stay that way. he doesn’t dream often. he doesn’t wish often either, but he’ll sit with his sister for hours, boring lies into the carpet with his knees each time the clock turns 11:11. he’s an optimist! right?