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Underrated K Artist part 9

#Gun Taylor Owol

G-dragon {Obsession}

G-dragon {She’s gone}

JBJ {Fantasy}

BTS {Boy in luv}

Got7 {Look}

Kard {You in Me}

Monsta X {Jealousy}

Monsta X {All In}

Monsta X {Stuck}

Monsta X {Dramarama}

Monsta X {Crazy In Love}

Noir {Gangsta}

Owol {Problem}

VIXX {Chained Up}

time to get fuckin turnt, kids | r&b/hip hop playlist | tracklist

19 tracks | 1 hour & 10 minutes ‘you don’t understand, girl, you’re mean with it’

chill r&b/hip hop tunes by various Korean artists (plus 1 Kris Wu) - artists: beenzino, deantrbl, crush

When ur fav is too talented and is prettier than you (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

This is the first chapter of my debut series!

fandom: OWOL member/reader: OWOL, female genre: fluff length: 500+   summary: could a chance meeting on the subway lead to something more? 

A notification popped up on your phone: Subway arriving in 5 mins.  You quickly gathered the things from your desk and began running to the station.  You heard the ding signaling that the doors were closing as you hit the top of the stairs.  You picked up speed, almost taking out an old lady on your way down the stairs.  Just as the doors were closing you slipped through, with the doors closing behind you.  

There were barely any seats, people on their way home.  You grasped on to a pole and braced for take-off, when you heard, “Do you want to sit?” You looked and saw a guy motioning for you to sit as he moved his backpack from the seat next to him.  

“고마워요,” you said as you slipped into the seat next to him.  He bowed his head in acknowledgement. 

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but sneak glances out of the side of your eye. On one of your sneaky glances you lingered too long and he turned, meeting your gaze.  You shot him a closed lipped smile and quickly turned your head, embarrassment washing over your face. 

You sat next to him in silence, when you heard Pretty Ricky’s “On The Hotline,” coming from his earphones. 

“Pretty Ricky?” you asked.  

He removed one of his earbuds, “Huh?” 

“Pretty Ricky? It’s 5 in the morning,” you started to sing.

He chuckled and responded softly, “Yeah.”  

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” 

“It’s okay, if it’s too loud I can turn it down.” 

“Oh no, it’s not loud at all, you have good taste in music,” you said smiling.  

"Do you want to listen?” he said, extending one of his earbuds.

“Um sure...”

“If you want, you can pick something else,” he said handing you his phone.  

You began scrolling through his music, when you landed on Alicia Keys’ “You Don’t Know My Name.”  The two of you just sat there listening in silence, he, occasionally singing along softly.  As the song ended, you heard the subway announcement: Now arriving at Exit 6.

“Oh shoot,” you said. 

“Is this your stop?” he asked.  

“It is...,” you said gathering your things as the doors opened, “thanks for the music.” 

“Anytime.” 

You heard the subway departing as you headed up the stairs to the exit. You hit the top of the stairs, when you heard someone shout, “I DIDN’T GET YOUR NAME!” 

You turned to see the guy standing at the base of the stairs.  

You shouted down at him, “I DIDN’T GET YOURS EITHER!” 

“OWOL!” he shouted up. 

“Y/N!” you shouted down. 

He walked up the stairs, meeting you at the top.  

“So...y/n?” he began, his lips curling into a smile.  

“So...Owol...,” you responded.  

“Coffee?”