Jisung could not believe this.
There was no way in hell this was real, it wasn't real was it? This must be some sick joke the universe was playing.
Jisung awoke that morning, the traces of his intoxicated escapade from the previous night lingering in his memory like an unwelcome guest. The sunlight filtering through his curtains seemed harsh, casting a stark reality upon the events that unfolded.
Regret washed over him as he remembered the rambling philosophical musings, the enthusiastic celebrations of snow, and the weird analogies.
Stress etched lines on his face as he paced around his room, grappling with the embarrassment of his actions. The weight of mortification settled in the pit of his stomach, each moment of the drunken call replaying in his mind like a relentless loop.
His face was pale, as if he was going to throw up or pass out. Honestly, Jisung could do both in that moment.
Jisung's embarrassment escalated to a point where it surpassed discomfort, and panic set in like a storm. He paced the room, hands running through his disheveled hair.
His heart raced, pounding against his chest, as if echoing the intensity of his mortification. Nausea churned in the pit of his stomach, threatening to surface. Jisung's face flushed with embarrassment, his panic reaching a peak as he teetered on the verge of tears.
"I messed up, I messed up so bad." he muttered to himself, a mantra that underscored his spiraling thoughts. The weight of his actions were heavy, each step feeling like a struggle against the rising tide of anxiety.
The vulnerability he exhibited during that intoxicated call now haunted him, and the fear of how Hayun perceived him overwhelmed his senses.
He pressed a hand to his forehead. The room seemed to close in around him, the walls echoing his internal turmoil. The desire to turn back time, undo the effects of that drunken call, intensified with every breath.
He sank onto his bed, burying his face in his hands.
He was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of regret. The gravity of his actions weighed heavily on him. Regret echoed in his mind, each thought punctuated by a mental replay of the words spoken during that call and even the messages after. Thoughts of "I shouldn't have said that" and "Why did I do that?" sifted through his mind.
Jisung sighed, an audible exhale carrying the weight of his remorse.
Jisung's phone buzzed on the bedside table, interrupting the heavy silence in his room. The sudden vibration sent a jolt through him, and he tensed at the prospect of facing the aftermath of his drunken state.
As he reluctantly picked up his phone, his eyes fixated on the screen. The notification revealed a message from Hayun, and his face dropped, so did his heart into his stomach.
Hayun 🧁
Morning sleeping beauty
How are u feeling
11:55
Sick, he was feeling sick.
He stared at her message, then scrolled up through the conversation with his throat drying more and more until it hurt to swallow.
Jisung practically threw his phone on the bed, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
"Jisung we have to go soon!" Jeno's voice rang out.
In a panic, Jisung got up from his bed but his foot got all caught up in the blanket that he ultimately went tripping onto the ground.
"No, no. I can't go." He spoke, stammering it out as he realised he would see her at the rehearsal for the end of year performances.
He knows he would see her because Everlast was having their debut stage there.
Jeno opened the door to Jisung's room with a casual "Hey, we gotta go soon," but the scene that greeted him was unexpected. There, sprawled on the floor in an unintentionally dramatic fashion, was Jisung, his limbs entangled with a blanket.
His confusion was evident as he scanned the room, trying to piece together what had just happened.
"What happened here?" Jeno asked, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.
Jisung, seemingly caught off guard, mumbled something incomprehensible.
"Are you okay?" Jeno inquired, suppressing a hint of amusement at the absurdity of the situation. It wasn't every day that he walked into his friend's room only to find him tangled up like a human pretzel.
"I can't go."
Jisung, still on the ground, muttered.
"I can't go, Jeno."
His friend, now more intrigued and slightly concerned, raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean you can't go? We've got the rehearsal stage today. Come on."
Jisung looked genuinely distressed.
"No!" He almost cried out. "I can't...I'm yeah, I'm sick! I'm hungover." He stammered, trying to be convincing.
Jisung, still feeling the weight of embarrassment, decided to resort to a desperate excuse.
"Jeno, I think I'm sick. Like, really sick," he muttered, adopting a tone that was a mix of hangover-induced grogginess and feigned illness.
Jeno, who knew Jisung well enough to see through the act, raised an eyebrow.
"Sick? You look fine to me. Don't tell me you're trying to get out of the rehearsal?"
Jisung attempted to look convincingly unwell, rubbing his temples and letting out a soft groan.
"No, seriously. I can't go. My head is pounding, and my stomach- I think might throw up."
Jeno sighed, realizing Jisung was resorting to dramatic measures to avoid the impending awkwardness.
"Jisung, I've known you for years. You're not sick. Get up dude, and let's go. Everyone is waiting."
Jisung hesitated for a moment, his feigned illness losing its effect. Eventually, he sighed in resignation, realizing he couldn't escape the inevitable. He couldn't miss rehearsals either.
"Oh my, Jisungie!" Jaemin called out, cooing as he entered the room and helped Jisung up. Completely concerned, Jaemin cupped his cheeks. "You're sick? Oh my- I told you not to drink. Come on, let's get you something to make you feel a bit better."
There was nothing, nothing that could make any of this better.
The day couldn't get any better for Hayun, this was all surreal to her.
As Hayun and the members of Everlast stepped into the venue for their rehearsals, a sense of awe enveloped them. The grandeur of the stage, the dazzling lights, and the anticipation in the air created an atmosphere that sent shivers down their spines.
Hayun's eyes widened as she took in the enormity of the stadium, the rows of seats waiting to be filled with an audience eager to witness their debut performance.
The sound of their footsteps echoed in the vast space, and the members exchanged excited glances. This was it – the culmination of countless hours of practice and dedication. The reality of their journey hit them, and Hayun felt a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.
The technical crew bustled around, adjusting lights and sound equipment, giving life to the stage that would soon host Everlast's debut. Hayun's gaze lingered on the backdrop adorned with the group's name.
"I can't believe this!" Hana squealed, almost jumping up and down with excitement as her arm linked with Hayun's and Akari's.
"This is insane." Seola whistled lowly, taking it all in.
"Wait, we need a group picture." Seola told them, grinning as she turned to her manager to ask him to take one.
The girls all gathered together, smiling for their first picture as an officially debuted group.
Hayun looked around at her fellow members, the shared journey etched in each expression.
"So, this is it," she began, a bright smile playing on her lips. "Our debut stage. Can you believe it?"
The other members exchanged glances, a blend of anticipation and realization evident in their eyes.
"It's surreal," Hana chimed in, her eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and contemplation. "We've been through so much together to get here."
Akari, usually more reserved, spoke up with a determined expression.
"Let's make this rehearsal flawless. We owe it to ourselves and to everyone who supported us."
Before they could go on stage, they were to meet with the coordinators first and get all mic'ed up. They ran through the stage and the timings, saying they'd practice several times for the camerawork to be perfect for the actual performance.
They were now backstage, where all the dressing rooms were as they waited for the stage to get set up and everything be ready for them.
They were all so excited and Hayun began to text Doyun about it all, sending him pictures she took. Her mind drifted to Jisung, he would be here too right?
Andy 😨
Morning sleeping beauty
How are u feeling
Seen
Andy 😨
Its rehearsals ommgggg
Are u here btw ?
This is alllll so crazy I can't believe it I could litro pass out
He didn't reply to her so she assumed he was busy, it made sense since everyone was busily preparing.
She felt a little nervous for their first proper rehearsal for a stage performance. In the bustling main area, where various dressing rooms and corridors intersected, Hayun found herself seeking a drink.
As she approached the water dispenser, her thoughts focused on the upcoming rehearsals while she dispensed some cold water.
The door to one of the nearby dressing rooms swung open. To her surprise, Jisung walked out, his gaze was on his phone as he took a few steps out then glanced up casually.
His gaze met hers, his eyes widening as he registered her presence.
"Hey! Ji-" Hayun responded with a warm smile, genuinely happy to see him. However, before she could finish, a strange shift occurred.
Jisung, as if caught off guard, abruptly changed course and walked back into the dressing room, leaving Hayun slightly perplexed.
"Hmm?" Hayun murmured to herself, a furrow forming on her forehead. She blinked in confusion, wondering why Jisung had retreated so suddenly. Did something happen?
A mix of curiosity and bewilderment lingered as she stood there, still holding the bottle of water she intended to fill. She glanced around, half-expecting Jisung to reappear, but the corridor remained quiet.
Jisung, his heart racing from the unexpected encounter with Hayun, hurriedly retreated back into the dressing room. Closing the door abruptly, he leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.
His abrupt entrance startled his fellow members who were inside, engrossed in their own preparations.
"Woah, what's going on?" Jaemin asked, looking up from his phone.
"Uh- um, nothing. I saw a cockroach." Jisung replied, flustered.
"You would've screamed." Chenle deadpanned.
"I wonder if Everlast is rehearsing right now? They're the next ones on the list." Renjun voiced, taking a sip of water.
"Oh yeah, yo their debut. It was so good." Mark commented, his girlfriend was there too as she agreed.
"Too good, I nearly died. Their outfits looked so good." Yeonhee gushed.
"You literally made them." Chenle laughed.
"Exactly."
Somewhere on the sofa, Haechan sighed.
"I miss my baby." He whined, looking at his phone. The others were already used to this, ignoring the way he was complaining about leaving Haeri in the morning.
"Should we go show support for their rehearsal?" Jaemin asked, smiling.
"No." Jisung said a little too quickly, gaining the attention of Chenle who stared at him. "I m-mean, they'll feel pressured."
"That's true, it's their first time." Jeno replied, taking a bite of his snack. "I saw Seola though earlier, she said she'll come see us later."
"What is wrong with you?" Chenle voiced after analysing Jisung's strange behaviour.
Jisung, caught off guard by Chenle's scrutiny, tried to act nonchalant. "Nothing's wrong. Just a bit tired, that's all."
Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but before he could press further, a knock echoed through the dressing room.
The sudden sound made Jisung jump, his eyes widening. "Who's that?" he muttered under his breath, panic etching his features.
Another knock echoed through the door.
"Hey, guys! It's Seola. Can I come in?"
Jisung, still on edge from the earlier encounter with Hayun, felt a sudden surge of panic. The mere thought that Hayun might be with Seola sent him into a mild frenzy. Without thinking, he hastily excused himself and scurried off further into the dressing room towards the rooms connected.
"I, um, need to check something. Be right back," he muttered, his face flustered.
His abrupt departure puzzled the remaining members, who exchanged curious glances. Chenle, in particular, arched an eyebrow, silently noting Jisung's peculiar behavior.
He couldn't shake the irrational fear of running into Hayun. His mind raced with thoughts of how to avoid her.
Seola entered the dressing room alone.
"Is everything okay with Jisung?" She asked, upon seeing him scurrying off.
"No idea." Chenle commented, glancing in the direction the youngest went.
As she approached, the group greeted her with warm smiles and friendly waves nevertheless.
"Seola, hey!" Mark exclaimed, flashing a supportive grin. "How's it going? Are you excited for the debut stage?"
Renjun chimed in, "You've worked hard for this moment. You'll surely shine on stage."
Jeno, adjusting his beanie, added, "We're looking forward to seeing your performance. The energy you bring is always amazing."
Haechan, who was scrolling through his phone, glanced up with a playful grin. "Just remember to breathe, Seola. You got this!"
Jaemin, offering a reassuring smile, said, "Debut stages are special. Enjoy every moment, and don't let nerves get the best of you."
Chenle, with his full support added, "You're going to kill it! Don't look so nervous, it doesn't suit you."
Seola laughed appreciatively at their encouraging words.
"Thank you, guys. Your support means a lot. I'll do my best! You better be cheering us on, or I'll come track you down." She threatened, narrowed eyes.
♮
Jisung was avoiding Hayun. Of course he was.
How could he literally face her when he embarrassed himself that much?
The stage was set, bathed in a soft glow of lights as the SM entertainment groups gathered for the pre-rehearsal meeting. The air buzzed with anticipation, creating an atmosphere of shared excitement.
Hayun, standing among her Everlast members, stole glances across the stage toward where NCT Dream was gathered. Her eyes sought out Jisung, who stood furthest away, subtly avoiding eye contact. There was a palpable tension in the air, one that felt unfamiliar and left her wondering.
She wondered if he was okay but he looked fine.
Through the brief meeting, Hayun's attention wandered. She couldn't help but glance over toward Jisung, who seemed to be strategically positioning himself behind other members, avoiding direct eye contact.
Jisung, acutely aware of Hayun's gaze, felt a mix of nervousness and embarrassment. His attempt to remain inconspicuous became a subtle dance of avoiding eye contact, a move that didn't go unnoticed by his curious members.
Seola, sensing the unspoken tension, nudged Hayun, directing her attention to the huddle of the Dream members. "Is something going on over there?" she whispered.
Hayun, her eyes still fixed on Jisung, hesitated before replying.
"I'm not sure. Jisung seems a bit... off?"
Seola followed her gaze, catching the glimpses of Jisung attempting to blend into the background.
"He's probably just nervous. Some stages can be overwhelming." Seola reassured, though a mischievous glint hinted that there might be more to the story. "Don't worry too much about your man." She teased and Hayun rolled her eyes, nudging her to tell her to shush.
As the teams dispersed to prepare for the rehearsal, Hayun found herself caught in a swirl of conflicting emotions. The unspoken tension with Jisung lingered, casting a subtle shadow over her excitement for the upcoming joint performance.
Seola, with her effortless charm, strolled over to where the NCT Dream members were. Hana, Akari, and Suyin were engrossed in conversation with Yeri and Giselle, leaving Hayun momentarily torn between joining them or following her instincts.
Feeling an internal tug, Hayun decided to approach the NCT Dream members, hoping to dispel any awkwardness.
As she moved toward them, she noticed Jisung briskly walking away, purposefully avoiding her gaze. The subtle avoidance didn't escape her notice, leaving her momentarily perplexed.
Unsure of how to navigate the situation, Hayun pressed on, deciding to initiate a conversation. However, before she could say anything, Renjun, standing nearby, greeted her.
"Hey, Hayun! Excited for the rehearsal?" Renjun grinned, attempting to pull her into their group.
Chenle, observant as ever, watched her eyes drift towards the tall boy who had moved to the other side of the stage.
While the conversation around her buzzed with enthusiasm, Hayun's eyes inadvertently sought out Jisung.
She noticed him standing at a distance, his attention seemingly fixed elsewhere. As she exchanged conversation with Renjun and Chenle, her gaze lingered on Jisung, hoping to catch his eye.
However, Jisung, aware of her presence, skillfully avoided direct interaction by maneuvering through the dispersing crowd. Renjun and Chenle, sensing something amiss, exchanged glances.
"Is everything okay, Hayun?" Renjun asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Hayun, torn between addressing the unspoken tension and maintaining composure, managed a small smile.
"Yeah, no everything's fine. Just looking forward to the rehearsal."
Soon enough, everyone dispersed as rehearsals were ready to go.
As the venue bustled with activity, Everlast members gathered on the stage. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a mixture of nerves and excitement as they prepared to showcase their hard work.
The technical crew made final adjustments to the lighting and sound, ensuring every detail was perfected for the upcoming performance. Backstage, the members of Everlast took a moment to huddle together.
They exchanged supportive glances, their bond as a group strengthening in this pivotal moment. The adrenaline surged as they were about to step onto the stage for a rehearsal that marked a significant milestone in their journey.
Hayun focused her attention on the upcoming performance. She took a deep breath, channeling the mix of emotions into her commitment to delivering a memorable rehearsal.
The stage manager signaled the beginning of Everlast's rehearsal, and with a collective breath, they stepped into the spotlight. The first notes of their debut song filled the air, and the members moved in harmony, their practiced choreography coming to life.
As they progressed through their set, the nerves gradually transformed into an exhilarating energy.
The atmosphere shifted, and the initial tension gave way to the joy of doing what they loved. The cheers and applause from the technical crew and staff members echoed through the venue, offering Everlast a taste of the support that awaited them.
Despite the challenges and unspoken complexities, Everlast seized the moment, making the most of the rehearsal to ensure their debut stage would be nothing short of amazing. The stage was set, and as they wrapped up the rehearsal, the members of Everlast exchanged smiles, ready to face the journey that lay ahead.
♮
"God, I am so tired." Hana groaned, dropping her bag as she collapsed onto the plush sofa. The other girls filed into the dorm behind her, sharing in the collective fatigue.
Suyin, seizing the opportunity, practically flopped down on top of Hana, who whined in protest but didn't put up much resistance. Laughter filled the air as they settled into the coziness.
Meanwhile, Akari, taking a moment for herself, spoke up.
"I'm gonna have a shower. Be right back." She announced, yawning as she headed off.
As the dorm buzzed with the residual energy of the day, Seola sought out Hayun, finding her in her room. Hayun, perched on her bed, seemed lost in her thoughts.
Seola, Everlast's leader, closed the door gently behind her and took a seat beside Hayun.
"Hey, mind if I join you for a bit babe?" she asked, her tone gentle yet filled with a sense of understanding.
Hayun, looking up, managed a small smile. "Of course, Seola. What's up?"
Seola's expression grew serious as she glanced around the room which was decorated now.
"I just wanted to see how you're feeling – our debut stage coming up and all. It's a big moment for all of us, and I know it can be hard."
Hayun nodded, appreciating Seola's sincerity. "Yeah, it's just... a lot."
Seola placed a comforting hand on Hayun's shoulder. "Debuting is exciting, but it can also be overwhelming. I want you to know that it's okay to feel nervous, excited, scared – all of it. We've got your back."
Hayun sighed, the weight of Seola's words resonating with her.
"I just... I want it to be perfect, you know? For the fans, for the group, for everyone who supported us."
Seola nodded in understanding.
"Perfection is a journey, not a destination." She chimed out, Hayun letting out a chuckle at her dramatic statement. Seola smiled but continued. "What matters most is that we give it our all and enjoy the moment. It's a memory we'll carry with us throughout our careers."
As the conversation continued, Seola's concern deepened. She noticed subtle signs, the nuances of Hayun's demeanor that hinted at underlying stress.
"And, Hayun, I've noticed you've been... well, not eating much. I'm here for you, not just as a leader but as a friend. If there's anything on your mind, please share it."
Hayun hesitated but eventually opened up about the pressure, the expectations, and the internal struggles she'd been grappling with. Seola listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding.
As Seola and Hayun continued talking, the hours slipped away unnoticed. The weight of shared experiences, fears, and dreams created an unspoken bond between them. The conversation flowed seamlessly, evolving into a comforting rhythm that echoed the bond of true friendship.
The lights were dimmed, and they settled into a peaceful quiet. Seola took the initiative to make space for herself on the bed, the two of them laying there staring up at the ceiling.
"I never thought I'd debut." Seola admitted. "All my friends...I watched them debut or leave. I thought about leaving too but then when Everlast came together I was happy." She turned her head, looking over at Hayun. "I'm glad you joined us, you complete our group."
Hayun smiled, feeling appreciated.
"I'm glad I joined too...I'm really happy that we're all a group I really can't wait for our journey together."
They stayed talking, the dorm became quieter as the rest headed off to sleep but Hayun and Seola got lost in time.
"-she's really something." Seola told Hayun, smiling grazing her lips. "You'll get along with her when you meet."
"Hyunjae does seem cool." Hayun agreed, eyeing her leader next to her. "So, you guys...are you like?" She drifted off but Seola shrugged.
"It was complicated when I was training with Everlast. She was in uni, graduating. I don't know. Things weren't the right time I guess. I don't know if they ever will be." She sighed.
Seola switched the topic though, interested in something that she'd noticed.
Seola's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she leaned in slightly, asking, "Hayun, do you have a crush on Jisung?"
There was a silence as Seola's words hung in the air and Hayun thought about it.
Hayun's cheeks flushed slightly as she responded.
"I think I might." She admitted quietly. "It's just... he's so awkward and shy, but at the same time, he's incredibly cute. You know how he stammers sometimes when he's nervous? And our conversations are mostly one sided but I just...I don't know his presence is nice I guess."
Seola laughed, knowing that Jisung was exactly like that.
"You're falling for some one sided conversations, you must be in love or something." She teased.
"I'm not in love." Hayun laughed. "He's just cute. I don't even know if he genuinely classes me as a friend or is only agreeing with me because he's scared. Sometimes I think I might be too much but he's like the opposite of me, it's nice."
Seola, curious about Hayun's past, gently asked, "Have you been in a relationship before?"
Hayun nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah, I had a boyfriend around a two years ago? He was...definitely something."
"Bad?" Seola asked and Hayun hummed contemplatively.
"My dad didn't approve. He'd show up with his motorcycle outside my house to pick me up, I guess it looked like he was in the wrong crowd. To be honest he was all about the thrill and I liked that, we ended up dating for a few months before it broke off."
"How come?"
"Not any particular reason," Hayun shrugged. "It just wasn't working. He was a nice guy though, I wonder what he's up to." She pondered.
"It's weird isn't it, someone is a part of your life and then they're not anymore." Seola commented.
Through their conversations Seola's presence became a source of solace, and Hayun found herself drifting into a serene slumber, the worries of the upcoming debut momentarily eased by the comforting warmth beside her.
When Hayun woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, she was met with a heartwarming sight. Seola, still peacefully asleep, was right there beside her. There was a peaceful expression on Seola's face and the shared warmth of the bed made Hayun smile, feeling grateful for the unexpected connection forged in the quiet hours of the night.
Careful not to disturb Seola, she quietly got out of bed, leaving the room briefly to freshen up. Returning, she noticed Seola stirring awake.
"Damn, your bed is comfortable. Don't mind me if I come sleep with you in the night from now." Seola said, voice full of sleep as Hayun laughed.
The bedroom door was already open and Akari peered her head through. She didn't say anything about Seola as it wasn't too much of a big deal, everything seemed comfortable in this dorm.
"Breakfast is ready Hayun, come grab some before Suyin eats all the pancakes."
Hayun nodded, pulling her sweater on as she followed Akari out.
♮
Jisung hadn't even read her messages from two days ago. The end of year performance was today. She couldn't think of him much, instead her thoughts were consumed by the debut stage.
Backstage, the air was charged with nervous excitement as Hayun paced anxiously. The weight of anticipation bore down on her shoulders, and Renjun, noticing her distress, approached with a reassuring smile.
"You've got this, Hayun. You'll do well," Renjun said, his words a comforting balm. Jaemin, passing by, chimed in, "Absolutely. You were born for this stage!" He beamed.
Hayun nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. As they made their way to the stage, the dim glow of the lights created an ethereal atmosphere.
She was so nervous she felt sick.
The collective murmur of the crowd blended with the soft notes of the intro. The lights danced in hues of anticipation.
Her outfit was a masterpiece of elegance and style – a light pink skirt adorned with subtle sparkles and a bodice that replicated fairy wings adorned her frame. The fabric swirled gracefully around her, mirroring the excitement in her heart.
Hayun's hair, effortlessly styled, framed her face like a cascade of midnight silk. The gentle waves complemented her every movement, adding a touch of enchantment. Her makeup was a subtle enhancement, emphasizing her features with a soft glow that reflected the spotlight.
As the opening lines approached, Hayun took her place at the center of the stage. The collective hush in the audience heightened the suspense. In that moment, with thousands of eyes fixed on her, Hayun felt a surge of confidence.
With a deep breath, she began singing, her voice carrying the emotions of the song. The audience, captivated by the mesmerizing performance, erupted into cheers, and Hayun, lost in the music, felt the magic of her debut unfold before her.
After their performance, the lights brightened up as the girls took to the middle of the stage to introduce themselves. Seola in the middle as the leader started it off, thanking everyone.
Hayun couldn't believe this was happening, as she stood there on stage surrounded by her members staring out into the thousands of people watching them.
The girls went backstage and were congratulated by many. It felt so surreal, she felt so happy.
Soon after some quick touch ups and cool downs, they were out taking a seat amongst all other idols to watch the rest of the show.
Though she didn't make eye contact with people on purpose due to strict rules from the company in order to avoid rumours so early, they had walked out past the Nct members.
The exchange of polite and respectful bows as they passed felt so formal and for a split second, she glanced at Jisung as she passed but he wasn't looking.
Now sat behind them, she had the great view of his head. She kept her eyes up at the screen but all the could wonder was what the hell happened.
Thinking about their last interaction made her heart drop, was it because he was drunk? They hadn't spoken since. Did she say something wrong?
By the time all the performances were over and everyone was backstage getting unready in their respective dressing rooms, Hayun was exhausted.
As the hairstylist was taking some of the pins out, Hayun glanced down at her phone.
Andy 😨
I forgot to bring my banner of u to the show 💔 that's why I wasn't cheering
Don't be too sad tho I'll do it next time 📣
But seriouslyyy ur performances were so good as always
I can't believe we had our debut stage I was so nervous
Btw are you okay? Are you feeling okay?
Her message delivered and she looked over at her members. They were all almost unready, leaving Hayun the first to be done. She got changed back into her clothes but her makeup was kept on until she went home.
She was a little hungry and knew there were snacks outside, peering her head around the door to hear laughter. She noticed Aespa and Dream setting up some TikTok videos together.
She subconsciously wondered if Jisung would join, she was really concerned. She stepped out and walked further out toward the table of snacks.
"Jisung, wait for me okay. I'll be a second." Renjun's voice is what caught her attention. She looked over to her left down the corridor, there he was. Jisung looked absolutely okay.
She watched as he lifted the phone up, clearly checking his notifications. His expression wasn't quite readable but Hayun still waited in anticipation.
Jisung put his phone down, away in his pocket and turned to join the conversation between Ningning, Winter and Haechan.
Hayun glanced down at her phone, her message staying unread.
Oh Jisung come on nowwww