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[name] [last name] was Nicki Freeman's best friend, and I hated it.

[name] was like a leech on him. Every time I invite him somewhere, she just happens to be there.

I can't blame him; he's too nice to say no to her, probably, but God, I hate the same old excuse.

"You know how it is, we're an inseparable pair! Right, [n/n]?" I hated the nicknames they gave to each other, and honestly, I think [name] is insecure because she made it so that no one can call them those names except each other, and his defending words for that? "It's kind of our thing, no offense, Bea."

I loved Nicki Freeman so much, and it hurt.

"Bea! Earth to Bea!" Isabelle broke me out of my thoughts as she looked at me like I had grown a second head while [name] sat next to her eating her dumb hamburger like I wasn't publicly humiliating myself, all thanks to Isa's advice.

"I called the waiter over her for you to practice, stop eyeing him down like a creep plotting a crime."

'Isa' is my best friend. In fact, when I told Isa that I had a crush on Nicki years ago, she constantly helped me with trying to confess, although it hasn’t gotten us anywhere.

I meagerly open my mouth, 'Ever since we…" I paused, swallowing hard as I felt my throat close up on me.

"You're the only person that I've ever…" Hesitating again, I stopped.

"Sorry, this is weird. I-I don't talk like this." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; I swore everyone could hear how loud it was.

"No, it's okay."

"I feel like I'm coming apart. I think about you all the time, Nicki. I try not to…"

"You're in every song I listen to. You were the only person who was nice to me when I moved here. And at first I thought maybe you…" The waiter's eyes bore into me, taking in every word.

"Well, I realized who you are. And then, after Pop passed, you were the one who called even when I didn't have anything to say, and we just sat there."

"So I keep telling myself, 'Don't tell him.' 'He’s too good. And he’ll… you'll lose him." But maybe you should know…" I smiled at him.

"That I would choose you over everything."

"That's wonderful." The waiter nicely replied, "That's everything you should tell her-"

"No, no. Stop." Isa rolled her eyes as if I had repulsed her in the few minutes I had just poured my whole dignity away to some quite cute waiter, looking at him, in a non-romantic way, of course, just objectively speaking.

"Okay, th-th-that was cringey~." Isa drawled out like my self-confidence wasn't already taking a goddamn nose dive.

"Oh, my God. I knew it!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my palms.

"Way too much." Isa egged on.

I look at the waiter; distressed is the least chaotic thing I can describe it as, "I-I'm so sorry."

"I thought that was sweet."

Another voice chimes in, "Ditto, I think it was just fine." My eye twitched, [name], Isa invited her as she was the closest to Nicki.

"I thought it was gross." Isa made a face at [name] that made her laugh.

"I- I should’ve…”

“Okay, this time I want you-” Isa was about to give some dumb advice again, but I interrupted him before he’d make me give myself a shovel to dig my own grave.

“No! I… I’m not doing it again, dude. That was so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Isa is quick to agree with my statement, which totally made me feel so much better.

That would freak… Th-th-that freaked me out, okay? Nikki would vomit.” Isa, ever so supportive, reassures me.

“I feel like you both are being dramatic. Nick isn’t that shallow or rude. Besides, I think it’s a great confession, and even if he didn’t accept it, he wouldn’t be so callous as to get creeped out by that rejection.” [name] tries to calm my nerves, but if anything, it sort of pissed me off.

"Even if he didn’t accept it”? What the hell is that supposed to mean? What, was I not enough?

“You told me to pour my heart out! Did you know how vulnerable I just got?!” I directed at Isa, trying to ignore [name]’s comment and failing miserably, she doesn’t even try and easily got under my skin.

“I underestimated you.” I narrowed my eyes at her retort.

“What if you got her something nice?” I turned my attention to the waiter. For a second, I almost forgot he was here.

“I’ll try that.”

“D-Don’t get her anything,” Isa stammers, “Girl, you’ve got to be less… way less sappy with Nicki, okay?”

“I feel like we should listen to the voice that probably relates to how Nicki would feel,” [name] tilted her head at the waitress.

"You guys asked for a male’s opinion and had him sitting here away from his job, at least listen to what the poor guy has to say.”

The waitress merely waves his hand, muttering, “It’s fine.”

“He doesn’t like that shit,” Isa rolled his eyes at [name], making her smirk and raise an eyebrow, “He doesn’t.”

“Flowers, the candy that he said he likes?” Isa clicked her tongue, her attention settling back on the waiter.

“Okay, thank you.” Her usual tone of sass was gone as she dismissed the waiter’s input.

“What..?”

“Thank you.”

“You want me to go?”

“Yeah, if-if you want, yeah.” Isa calmly leaned back, staring at the waiter as he scrambled up with his notepad.

“Oh, yeah, okay. Yeah.” I kept looking back and forth between them as I felt the awkwardness rise as the three of us stared at him leaving.

“I’m sorry that… I’m sorry that I made you do that.” I cleared my throat as I lost my voice at the beginning of my sentence, like a lump was stuck there at the worst moment.

“No. No, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The waiter tries to comfort me.

“No, it-it just…”

“It’s a fun break.”

“Just pretend like…”

“You’re good.” Before the waiter walked away completely, [name] reached out, handing him a ten-dollar bill.

“Thanks for putting up with us. Have a great shift.” I hear her faintly say as the waiter thanked her.

Isa steals my attention, chuckling, as she slides into the seat, the waiter was just at as [name] joins her side. “Oh, my God, girl, that was so embarrassing.”

“Hey, I thought that guy’s advice was wonderful, break the gender norms, Bea.” [name] rested her cheek on her palm. She looked bored to the point that I just wanted to leave so that all of us wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

I groaned, ducking my head as my arms caressed the back of my neck, “Can we leave?” My voice cracked, basically giving me my thirteenth reason.

“Yeah, well, thank God I did it. That was…” Isa paused, looking. away as she found the word she was looking for, and I could tell it was going to be nothing but negative, “that was awful.”

"Thank you.” I sarcastically smiled, nodding my head like an idiot at her comment.

“Have you ever actually, like, flirted with Nicki?” [name] took Isa’s soda slipping as she commented, “If she did, she would’ve combusted.

I rolled my eyes, “No, I wouldn’t! Also, invite romance?”

“Tease him. Be playfully mean with her.” At that, [name] gave Isa a dirty side eye, and Isa caught on, playfully nudging her; she did not reciprocate.

“Be mean to her?”

“Playfully mean, yeah,” Isa clarified, “but bring up Freaky Nicki.”

“Do not bring up Freaky Nicki.” [name] deadpanned.

“You want me to call her Freaky Nicki?”

“Bea.” [name] warned.

“I wasn’t going to call her that!” I defended myself, though doubt crossed my mind. Isa is good with the men…

“… You know he’s sensitive about that.” I avoided Isa’s gaze.

“Be like, ‘Hey, remember when you used to get bullied? Everybody called you Freaky Nicki?’ He’d be like,” Isa deepened her tone. “‘Oh, my God. Oh, no, Bea, that was… That was so long ago. Don’t. Please.’”

“And that will, like, take his breath away?” I leaned in.

“Yeah, if you’re trying to suffocate him, he’d totally crash out on your ass if you said any of that shit.” [name] crossed her arms.

It was like playing angel and devil's advocate on my shoulders, except they were both in my face.

Isa sighed dramatically, “Just say, ‘Nicki, I think we should grab a drink sometime.’”

“Yeah, I’ve grabbed drinks sometimes.” I rebutted. “He always invites you both!”

“Yeah, exactly, and [name] is basically a plus-one deal with Nicki, they’re inseparable.”

“I’d like to say he never tells me he’s with Bea, he always says, ‘I miss you, can’t you accompany me?’ It makes me feel guilty every time.”

It’s unintentional, but envy arose in me. God, she was so lucky. If Nicki called me every time he went somewhere, I’d be at his beck and call.

“I asked you guys not to come to trivia for one night.”

“Y-you can’t ask him out at trivia. You can’t. I-I’m not gonna let you.” Isa was adamant; she always was when I suggested trivia night.

“It’s a good, organic time to ask.”

“I love trivia night. It’s all I have. I wake up every Wednesday, dripping wet, thinking about trivia. Y-You can’t turn our weekly gathering of camaraderie and skill i-into your… your… your seven-year-late promposal, Bea.”

“Then when do I ask?” I pouted. Every time I feel so close, I get reminded of how far I truly am.

“Any other time. All you have is time.” A silence settles on us, more relaxed.

“If he means this much to you— and I know he does— wait. Do it at the right time.”

“Okay,” I nodded, “Okay, I’ll wait. I’ll do it right.” Determination flowed through me. Isa was right, there was a right time for everything.

After all, right person, right time… right?

“Now say it with me. All you have is time.”

[name] could look between us, doubt settling into her eyes, something she wouldn’t explain as she brought up a new topic of conversation before we all eventually left.

The sound of the TV was all I heard when I approached my door before unlocking it, and I froze in my steps.

"Oh, no.” I slowly approached the furball curled up on my carpet.

“Sandel?”

“Sandel?”

I could feel my breathing growing heavier and more erratic as I reached my cat.

“Sandel?”

“No,” I could only mutter before I started repeating myself.

“No, no, no, no.”

I full-on sobbed after the last one hit. It was finally hitting me, Sandel was dead.

I started walking to the kitchen, seeing all the cat food scattered and my grandpa’s medication.

“Oh, shit. How did you get into these? Oh, man.”

Now I had both my cat and all this shit to clean up, why do the worst things happen to me?

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Beatrice has a small yet hidden hatred of [name] in her heart !

Sandel wasn’t fed before Beatrice left and knocked down both the cat food and the open bottle of pills that belonged to her grandpa on the floor, poor Sandel !

The waiter asked [name] out, but sadly got declined politely !

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How are we feeling about the prologue? I tried my best with watching the movie and looking up the transcript for it since the original wasn’t fully used (which is so cool), I tried to make the writing realistic in terms of interactions and habits like fidgeting and mannerisms.

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A beeping sound sounded across the [h/c] girl’s room. She lifted her head from her stomach-lying position before shutting off the alarm clock. Ruffling her hair, she slid off her bed and put on her slippers. Then, she turned on the news on her TV and went to brush her teeth.

[name] liked the background noise, finding herself immersed in the world rather than standing in peer silence.

“Reporting in, fans outraged and hurt after the number one ranked group, “Huntr/x” canceled their live performance of their newly released promo, “Golden.” Instead of refunds, they want their performance. Any updated news other than the fact that they’ve canceled has not been revealed, as their manager has been dealing with the refunds and updates. Going to the weather channel, Jin-ho-nim will catch us up.” 

[name] finished her breakfast before shutting off the TV. She then looked at her phone as her parents messaged her, “Before heading out, make sure to lock the door, and be sure to be safe throughout the day, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” [name]’s father wasn’t great at words affectionately; he is better through actions, so [name] knew this was his way of saying “Love You”.

She knew her mother probably forgot, which always allowed her father to remind her. 

Enough about their love story.

[name] still lived with her parents. A couple of times, she did think about getting her type of living situation, but whenever she brought it up, her parents would just encourage her to keep living with them, so she agreed since there were more benefits in doing so anyway.

Finally making her way to the cafe she unlocked the back of the building with her keycard before it automatically locked and got into her apron, they didn’t have a set uniform, they just had to make sure that what you were wearing wouldn’t be unprofessional and wouldn’t cause too much trouble or get in the way with things as they were working.

She tied her hair back and made sure it was secure so that it wouldn’t cause any violations before unlocking the front door and putting some ice and water in her water bottle before getting back to the cash register. 

The door chimed, the quick ring of the bell invaded her eyes, melodic, but also a reminder that she was not going to be able to go home anytime soon.

Five attractive men entered the cafe, but it was almost every day that someone came into the cafe and was attractive, so she just smiled and welcomed them in.

UrmmmBa~

[name] blinked, although her smile hadn’t been removed from her face, she rubbed her ears, wondering what that sound was.

“Welcome to MoonHoney Cafe, how may I assist you?”

“What do you recommend?” The leader of the group spoke up, he had black hair and aside from the fact that the entire group themselves looked like models, he stood out as the others were just looking around, observing around and admiring(?) the cafe.

“Straight black coffee.”

“Great, we’ll take five of those.” He leaned against the counter, his eyes glowed a golden yellow, but she turned away, seeing that some paper cups had fallen. She turned back toward the man, and for now would ignore the cups.

“Awesome, hot or cold?”

“Hot.”

“Do you have a preferred option?”

“No.”

“Dark roast it is. Size?”

“Not too much, but not too little.”

“I’ll do a sixteen ounce for you. For here or to go?”

“For here.”

“$21.64.” He handed her a crumpled-up $50, and she gave back the change

“Name for the order?”

“Jinu.”

“Alright, you can sit anywhere you want while you wait.” 

[name] turned around before putting some coffee grains onto a scale to measure the amount out before letting it be turned into dust in the coffee grinding machine whenever another group of people arrived.

A bunch of tired teens entered.

“Welcome to MoonHoney, what can I get you guys today?”

“Okay, I want a matcha latte with whipped cream and wafers on the side, he wants a marshmallow chocolate caramel mocha with extra foam and almond milk not whole milk with a croissant and she wants a vanilla frap with two pumps of lavender flavor and extra, and I mean extra, oreo chunks on top. All of these should be medium, and also it’s to go.” [name] took down the order before ringing them up.

“So, what’s with the long faces?” [name] poured all the brewed dark roast coffee into fancy ceramic cups before ringing the bell at the front of the desk.

“For… Jinu!” she announced, placing all the coffees on the tray at the front desk before turning back to the teenage group. The group of guys themselves grabbed their coffees and sat a little closer.

“It’s Huntr/X! I begged my mom to buy a ticket last night just for it to cancel so suddenly, like, it was announced canceled five minutes before, too! That’s just cruel, with no notice! We were so excited seeing a group perform live and up close!”

Weirdly enough, the door slightly blew open, letting the bell chime as a paper flew towards the group.

“Free, live performance from the ‘Saja Boys’ singing their new single, 'Soda Pop'?" the group shared a look and shrugged.

“Might as well, what else were we planning to do anyway…”

As the day passed, it was midday, and [name] closed the shop for a bit as her break had started and headed down an alleyway before entering “Doctor Han’s Tonics.”

He sold “tonics,” but they were just grape juice. She got it for a low price, and it was nice talking to him a few times. She. Honestly couldn’t believe that his store hadn’t closed down yet, as last time she checked, no one went there.

Unless they wanted to get scammed.

“Ah, I see, I see… No, actually, I don’t see. Very strange. You have a lot of walls up.”

A perky voice spoke up, “Whoa! He’s so good, right?”

Toning out the conversation, [name] focused in on the girls; they weren’t the best at disguises, but that was another conversation for another time.

“So that’s the girl mom was talking about,” [name] thought in her head, the corner of Rumi’s sleeve lifted, revealing patterns, which she hastily pulled down.

It seemed the group hadn’t noticed her yet.

She listened to how Doctor Han described them.

Zoey, energetic, a people pleaser, and in need of validation and praise, just so she knows she’s not being too much.

Mira, closed off, blunt, short temper, a bit rude at times, but only acting like that towards strangers and not people close to her, maybe afraid of being attached, or likely afraid of abandonment, which tie in together.

Rumi, walls are up, afraid to express secrets in fear of rejection, scared of her true self, and keeps to herself, covering up in more ways than one to both of the girls, despite the close friendship, maybe some type of influence encourages said acts. Fear of the truth, the unknown.

“Just give us the voice juice.” Mira backed up Rumi.

“Hm… I know just the tonics you need.” Just when Doctor Han was about to walk away, [name] stopped him.

[name] coughed in her fist, letting Doctor Han finally notice her, you’d think she was here to rob the place with the way he put on an unimpressed face.

The girls in their chairs tensed up, trying to cover their identities as [name] smiled at Doctor Han.

[name] had gotten lost one day, and mysteriously had went into Doctor Hans shop, he gave her free “tonics” and both her parents were frantic when Doctor Han contactated them (he was surprise a young girl her age wasn’t panicking and remembered her parents number) overall, she got free grape juice, now discounted and he got a picture with a celebrity and CEO. So a win was a win.

“Ajusshi, what’s with the long face? Your favorite kid is here, and you aren't going to greet me?” [name] grinned, but he only sighed and continued going to retrieve Rumi’s “tonics”.

“I’ll get your usual, just stay in the waiting room this time.”

That left her alone with the three girls in the room, a silent, tense atmosphere erupted before [name] popped it, saying some things, “Shame that your voice isn’t doing well, many people were excited for the concert.” 

“Oh- well- yeah, I guess we should introduce ourselves-” Rumi stuttered before nodding at the other girls.

“We are Hunters voices strong, hi we are, Hunter/X” Rumi started their introduction before they all stated their names.

“Right, Celine-ssi’s girls. I hope your voice gets better, oh, and Dr. Han might seem like a quack doctor, and while his “tonics” aren’t the best, his advice is… so, I'd listen to him if I were you guys.” Their eyes widened when [name] mentioned Celine.

Before they could respond, Doctor Han had already returned with the “tonics” for both Rumi and [name]. The girls quickly left while [name] plopped down onto the chair before focusing on the wall.

“You’re still here?”

“Relax, you’d be lonely without me anyway.” Doctor Han could only grumble like the old man he was.

[name] looked at the picture frame, and each one had some famous person/people on it. Some he was actually in, others he glued himself on… someone had to teach him Photoshop one of these days.

Her eyes narrowed down on four boys, all young.

“Ajusshi?” 

“What is it, kid?”

“Who were those boys?”

Doctor Han adjusted his glasses to focus on the picture she was pointing at before letting out a sigh.

“They were once popular, they were your age, when a freak accident happened, and well, they unfortunately passed.”

“Really? How come I haven't heard of them before?”

“Oh, you have.”

“It was the prime time of this shop; celebrities, models, idols, actors, and even up-and-coming people visited this shop.”

“Right…”

“Who raised you to interrupt your elders 🤨”

“Sorry, Ajusshi, continue.”

“As I was saying, this young group of boys had entered this place, they purchased some items, and after I offered for them to be put on this wall. It was one of the real encounters I had with a celebrity. They were around the same age as you, maybe a few years older.” Doctor Han had his hands on his back, gazing at the picture.

“They were sweet boys, I had written journals, I became their therapist, they stated I could 'read' people, and so I tried my best to support them. But one day they changed, in the blink of an eye, they had become famous, too busy to visit my shop, according to some news articles, they kept having arguments and tensions were rising.” Doctor Han shook his head. It seemed that bringing this up was an unpleasant memory.

“One day, their manager was off duty, somehow leading them to drive, who knew that during an argument, they would end up getting into a car accident.”

“It’s ironic, their group was called “Starry NightS, now they are the stars in the night sky.” Doctor Han pursed his lips.

“They were good kids, and before the fame and glory, they were teenage boys who were best friends with each other, with their problems they didn't have time to resolve. If only I had reached out to them… oh, what is this old man blabbering about? I was planning to get rid of my journal entries on them soon anyway; dwelling on old memories isn’t good for my age.”

[name] was interested in the boys; it wasn’t every day that a famous boy group band just went off the radar that quickly, and she swore to whoever that she had seen some individuals so dann familiar, and still she couldn't decipher it.

“I’ll take them, Ajusshi!” [name] sprang up, he only raised his eyebrow before gesturing for her to follow and handing her a little box of journals.

“All these journals were on those boys?”

“No more, no less, are you sure you can carry that yourself?”

“I carry heavy boxes for the cafe, I'll be fine… take care of yourself, Ajusshi.”

“You too, [name].”

[name] set the boxes aside before bowing and saying goodbye to Doctor Han, before heading out and back to the cafe, before a sing melody caught her attention.

She glanced at the figures dancing in the center before glancing at the opposing side, the same girls from before, well, from Huntr/X and the guys from the cafe but not just from the cafe… somewhere more familiar, almost like she just saw them, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Guys, since they are in Korea, I try to use honorifics and titles, so if any of y'all are experts, please correct me on any of the usage.

Upon much thinking I decided to expand it because I love make shit up and adding to plot.

Also, can we talk about the fact that there is still so much left unanswered from the movie? Hopefully, they will come out with a sequel, and if not, here you go answering some unanswered questions with fake news.

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