[ sotd : ave maria, kim ahjoong
movie : 200 pounds beauty
this song was from a movie in
2006 but its so much better than
some shit these days like !!!
anyways imagine if this was
jaesolo debut song it would be
SO FUCKING GOOD LIKEEEEE ]
[ i actually thought hanyeol was 한열 for a really long time and i thought golcha daeyeol = gabi jaeyeol until i fuckin realised it was 하녈 but its ok idgaf jaeyeol is a cute shipname ]
"are you nervous?" hanyeol asks as he picks up the clothes strewn all over the changing room. jaehyun eyes his reflection in the mirror, focusing on his ass instead of his face (perfectly reasonable reaction, since he was bending over).
"why wouldn't i be?" the latter wipes his sweaty palms onto his hands, "it's my debut show."
"your mv got a lot of positive feedback on a lot of platforms, hun, it'll go great. people will love you." his manager coos.
the stylist, yue, arrives just in time. hanyeol finishes cleaning and leaves her to her work. he has known her for a long, long time, and he knows she can do miracles. he has seen her skill on other idols he worked with before.
still, something prompts him to stand by the door that day. out of curiosity. just curiosity.
he hears them talking.
"will you do you absolute best for me?"
"i will ; it's your debut show after all. i get it." a soft, breathy woman's voice replies.
"no! i mean, if you make me prettier... will he look at me more?"
silence. hanyeol feels his heart clench at that question. he does not know who 'he' is, but he knows an idol should never have messy thoughts before going on to perform their debut show. especially when he's worked for eight years to debut under a world-famous company with high anticipation.
he thinks he should go in and talk to jaehyun until he hears his name.
"is it manager yoon?" yue asks.
"... yes."
hanyeol feels like he's about to have a fever.
jaehyun likes him? jung jaehyun? the golden trainee of limitless entertainment?
he wants to believe it so bad. maybe he's got a chance after all, or maybe he's just fucking stupid. either way, he wants to believe that jaehyun likes him back, and he wants to... maybe he wants to make a move.
he goes on to communicate with the staff of the music show. he checks on the audience. he eats some dragonfruit from the empty changing room next door. he has everything arranged perfectly for the debut, and then he goes back to the changing room.
he knocks on the door and hopes his voice isn't shaking (much).
"y'all done?"
yue walks out with a breeze she didn't have when she went in. there is a subtle, upward curve on the corner of her lips. it shows off dimples he never knew she had, and her
bionic prosthetic arm glints under the bright white light in mischief. can fake arms even
be naughty?
hanyeol steps in, soft as a cat's footfall. he sees jaehyun through the lighted mirror, and he feels himself swallow.
he looks so fucking good.
"do i... do i look okay?"
is that a blush? is he blushing or did yue smear his cheeks with tomato sauce?
"yes you do," hanyeol says.
he's unable to stop himself as he reaches out and brushes away something from jaehyun's cheek. dust, probably.
wait, why did i do that?
he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to stop himself. it is futile.
hanyeol goes on to close the distance. he puckers his lips and pecks on jaehyun's cheek, pulling back in a millisecond.
he might need to take a two-hour bath to process this. he might not. or he could just run away without a word.
which was exactly what he did.
——————
jaehyun goes viral.
the next day, hanyeol wakes up to see #JAEHYUN on the very top of the twitter trending list. he blinks once, twice, thrice to make sure his eyes didn't deceive him.
"i know his song is good and so is he, but 900k tweets? what the fuck?"
then he realises...
jaehyun isn't trending because of his song.
it's the little red mark on his cheek that takes the spotlight. the mark (no, not mark lee) he remembers leaving on his cheeks.
the SLAYYYYYY audio blasts through the entire bedroom, and he gets an incoming call.
"did you see twitter?!"
hanyeol doesn't need his eyes to know that yue is definitely jumping around her living room in excitement.
"jaehyun's makeup is going viral! i'm going viral! i don't know why the fuck you kissed him, but that— that literally earned me a contract as oneus's long term stylist! can you believe it?! styling the yeo hwanwoong?! fuck! bestie, i love love LOVE you!"
the call is hung up before he can say a thing. hanyeol slides back into bed, unable to believe the sequence of events that had very much happened in real life. he considers powering his phone off, and a thousand scenarios flash across hi mind.
what if he gets exposed?
what if jaehyun's fans find him?
what if they don't accept them?
what if he gets fired?
what if jaehyun gets fired?
what if he fucks them both up to the point of no redemption?
his phone rings again. it is the goblin theme song that his roommates are sick of him playing around the house, but he only ever set it as the ringtone for one person (yue's SLAYYYY is also an exception, but these are two different things).
"hello?" jaehyun's voice wakes his hazy brain up.
he sounds nothing like his stage from yesterday, but both are good. both are good. hanyeol appreciates everything about jaehyun. (he appreciated everything before he heard that conversation and realised it was actually a growing crush and not professionals admiring other professionals.)
"hi. yeah. um."
"you don't... sound too good? are you sick? i don't think i have any schedules today, do you want me to come over to have a look?"
impossibly (possibly), hanyeol finds himself smiling at jaehyun's questions.
"i— i'm not— i'm fine~" the end of that sentence curves into an audible smile, "i saw the news, and i was... thinking..."
"yeah?"
"you were thinking?"
hanyeol eyes the calendar on his desk in front of his bed. handwriting in red marker catches his eye, right on today's date.
"you go on inkigayo tomorrow, am i right? i was thinking we could do the same thing? the fans seem to like it a lot, after all."
silence on the other end of the phone.
hanyeol suddenly feels like he's taken a huge risk, and he is about to lose.
"...you don't like it?" his voice softens.
"no, i-i-i do," jaehyun protests, and hanyeol finds his smile reviving itself again, "it's just... you have to be the one to do it, okay?"
"okay~ and while we're at it, how about we have dinner together?"
"in the company cafeteria?"
"in the company cafeteria."