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사랑 1663 ／ CONTAINS making out, use of nicknames (darling, baby), biting, hickeys, possessiveness, light groping, implied dom!jungwon 𓈀 enhypen 8th member, suggestive 𓈒 𓈒 « 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 »

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THE PRACTICE ROOM WAS DARK AND EMPTY, save for the only overhead light in the corner. Minyoung's figure danced alone, a Bluetooth speaker by the mirror playing No Doubt, just loud enough for her to catch the beat.

A quiet rhythm had settled in as she worked on perfecting the details of the dance, body moving fluidly with the melody despite the post concert fatigue. It was 11 PM, she was exhausted, body longing for the comfort of her bed. But her tight schedule filled with more concerts, travel and an upcoming comeback gave no room for excuses.

Trying to ignore the weariness, she directed all her focus on following the beat, vision tunneling on her own form visible in the mirror under the dim light...

...completely missing the hungry eyes that stared at her from the shadows.

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Jungwon watched sharply as Minyoung hit the last chorus, waiting for the right moment like a tiger stalking a clueless bunny. His gaze followed her as she moved, tracing up and down her figure as he took a moment to watch her dance.

Her fluid moves hit the beat almost too perfectly, the feminine body line adding its own charm to the choreography—elegance looked like instinct on her.

Though as admirable as her skill was, the only thing he could focus on right now was the curve of her waist.

The shape was slightly visible below her cropped tank top under the see-through knit sweater she wore. The feeling of her soft skin and the toned muscles below it, pliant and arching into his touch whenever he'd pull her close with his hands on her bare waist—just thinking about it sent his mind reeling.

All day, Jungwon had been tested to his limits.

The stylists’ latest obsession with Minyoung’s stage outfits had been crop tops. Nearly every outfit she'd worn lately showcased the eleven-line abs she’d worked her ass off to earn that she had revealed earlier that year. The choice was meant to drive Engenes wild.

But the one who actually lost his mind was him.

Jungwon had always been a little territorial when it came to what was his—and Minyoung’s waist had quickly become one of those things after they'd started dating. The attention it got wasn’t just flattering anymore, it was personal. And the final straw had come earlier that day.

They’d been reading fan banners aloud during the ment, most of them playful or bold. But one in particular caught his eye—a neon sign with glittery letters that screamed something along the lines of, “Minyoung’s waist deserves a fan cam of its own. It's so perfect, I'm on my knees.”

Jungwon had read it aloud before thinking. The members had burst out laughing, amused by the audacity of the message, while the fans only cheered louder. Jungwon, meanwhile, had to stop himself from scowling at the teenage boy holding the banner like he was proud of it.

He’d forced a tight smile, laughed along, but the moment stayed with him like a splinter under his skin.

Now, watching Minyoung from the shadows, the memory stirred again. And as the last note of the song played and she reached out to shut off the speaker, Jungwon stepped forward—finally ready to do something about it.

She bent down and picked the speaker up when her eyes caught sight of the figure behind her, startling her. "Gah!" She yelped and jerked back, almost dropping the speaker. She fumbled, but caught it just in time.

Jungwon snickered at her reaction, strolling closer, hands in his pockets with the ease of a man who looked like he hadn't just scared the shit out of her. "Hey there."

"What is wrong with you?" Minyoung exclaimed, clutched the speaker to her chest. "I almost had a heart attack, damn it!"

Her statement only prompted more chuckles, his dimples peeking attractively. "I was standing here for a whole fifteen minutes, Darling," he said as he stopped in front of her, plucking the object out of her hand to turn it around in his own. "You're the one who didn't notice me."

Minyoung's brows furrowed. No way. Had she really been that focused on the music that she missed a 5' 10" human standing in the same room?

The room wasn't even that dark, and he was wearing a white shirt—easily noticeable even if it was—that made his shoulders look extra broad, paired with baggy jeans. And platform boots too, which made him taller by a couple inches.

But apparently, she was way too good at getting lost in her thoughts because she didn't, yet again, notice her boyfriend place the speaker down to cage her against the mirror.

"Lost inside your head again, Baby?" His warm breath fanned against her face as he looked down at her. Snapped out of her thoughts, the sudden proximity forced her to lean back against the mirror and Jungwon took the chance to press his body against hers.

"What are you doing?" Minyoung whispered, slightly flustered and fully aware of what he was up to.

"Me?" Jungwon titled his head innocently, but his gaze dropped to her lips and his voice, to the same whisper. "Don’t you know…” he murmured, hand tilting her chin up as his lips hovered just shy of hers, “what I’m doing?"

He didn't let her respond before closing the gap.

Her breath caught in her throat, hands coming up to clutch his button-up instinctively. Jungwon was relentless when he kissed her—unhurried as if he was savoring every slow, deep stroke of their lips, but never letting her move long enough to breathe. He dragged out every second, every suck on her lips like he had all the time in the world.

His hand slid from her chin to her hair, tugging less than gently to make her gasp as he licked into her mouth before slowly pulling away.

For a moment he let her catch her breath, panting against her lips with his eyes closed and forehead to hers, expression looking almost relaxed. It nearly fooled her into thinking he was done.

But this was Jungwon, and she knew enough to not be surprised when the next second, he was lifting her burgundy sweater over her head to throw it beside him, palms roaming indulgently over her now exposed waist as he pressed a kiss to the spot behind her ear.

She couldn't decide whether to be amused by his eagerness or aroused by his actions.

"G-gosh, what's with you today?" She giggled at the slight ticklish feeling, head naturally tilting up when he moved to kiss her neck. Jungwon didn't reply, busy littering open mouthed kisses all over the side of her neck and collarbone as he gripped harder, almost possessively at the flesh of her waist.

Minyoung rested her head back against the mirror, losing herself in the feeling of his soft lips, warm breath and the occasional graze of teeth against her neck when he landed tiny bites, responding with soft sighs of her own.

He reached up to tug her tank down, exposing the top of her breasts to bite and suck at the skin, knowing he couldn't leave marks where anyone could see. Encouraged by her hand moving up to tangle in his hair, he grazed his teeth over the faint red blooming, sucking harder until he was satisfied.

Minyoung's eyes remained closed as she felt him move back up to peck her lips.

When she heard him click his tongue, she opened her eyes. He was looking down at her chest, at the hickeys he'd left, with a mix of pride and disappointment swirling in his eyes.

"If only I could leave these on your waist..." he murmured, fingers lazily stroking her stomach. The mention of quite an odd spot made her brows furrow.

"My waist?" she repeated, earning a low hum. "Out of the blue?"

Minyoung wasn’t exactly unaware of how much Jungwon liked that part of her body—he always had his hands on her waist, tracing the lines of her abs or pinching the skin like he was making sure it was real. Honestly, he even kissed her waist more than her lips.

Even now, Jungwon’s fingers never stopped tracing the curve of her stomach as his eyes flicked up to meet hers. “It’s not out of the blue,” he said, voice low. “You know exactly what you do to me.”

She blinked, lips parting. A teasing "Do I?" sat on the tip of her tongue, but before she could say anything, he went on, the heat in his voice sharpening into something darker.

“That banner,” he said, fingers slipping down to grip her hips. “The one that said your waist had them on their knees?” His jaw tightened, ever so slightly. “It pissed me off more than it should’ve.” Minyoung raised her brows at the admission, lips curving upwards.

It wasn't the first time a fanboy openly simp-ed for her, and her boyfriends would usually brush it off as normal fan behavior. But apparently this one had hit a nerve.

He narrowed his eyes, noticing her amusement. “You think it’s funny?”

She chuckled. “A little. I mean—it was kinda flattering, no?”

His brow quirked. The teasing glint in his eyes turned sharper, more pointed. “Are you teasing me right now?”

That raised eyebrow quickly shut her up. Minyoung bit her bottom lip, trying to hold in a grin. “I’m just saying…” she murmured, eyes dropping to where his hands still held her hips. “They may all see, but you know who gets to touch.”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Damn right I do,” he muttered.

And before she could blink, Jungwon had dipped lower, pressing a kiss just beneath her navel—slow, lingering, claiming. Then, without warning, he bit down.

“Ah—!” Minyoung yelped, body flinching slightly.

He pulled back with a wicked grin, eyes glittering with smug satisfaction. “They may look and fawn all they want,” he said, breath hot against her skin, “but only I get to bite.”

Minyoung exhaled a shaky breath, cheeks flushed. “You’re such a menace,” she whispered, not quite complaining.

Her favorite kind.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WHAT IT TAKES

CHAPTER 05 of DREAMLIKE DESTINY ─────﹙ 2640 ﹚EN JP SYS

DISCLAIMER This is completely fictional, and not meant to represent the mentioned idols in real life. Some events are changed for the plot. All the OCs are owned by me. REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR THIS SERIES.

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Minyoung had no expectations of a flashy 90+ score for their first test at I-Land. But with all the rigorous practice they did, she’d at least have expected the result to be something she’d announce with dignity.

But the huge, shameful 59 hung in the air like it was screaming, “Bitch, you thought!” at her.

The nervous buzz of I-Land had quieted to a dreadful silence, drowning its eighteen residents in a sea of dread. Many had shuffled quietly into their assigned rooms to rest and discuss their current fate, but Minyoung chose to spend some time in the item room with her assigned iPad for company, wanting to rewatch the performance.

As the song played, it became increasingly obvious to Minyoung why the score was so low—most of them had no real stage presence. It was like watching a bunch of backup dancers performing with three or four idol trainees. 

She grew more frustrated as she watched on, regret twisting her gut into spirals, because they could have done way better than that. 

It was hard to focus with all the thoughts growing louder, the discouraging feeling of having started the show with a bad performance gnawing at her head. But she still watched it completely. If a decision had to be made to vote out three contestants, Minyoung was going to ensure it was fair on her part. 

The performance and their attitude toward improvement—those were going to be her standards. And by the time she pushed through the discomfort of watching it twice, she had made her choice: Sophie—who went out of formation more than a normal amount, Yeona—who had trouble focusing during practices and silently sulked the rest of the evening when called out, and Soojin—who was on the lower range when compared to Mirae and Saebyeok.

It truly did hurt to think about voting someone off, but she had accepted it because there was no way one girl would be selected for debut without the others getting eliminated. 

It was especially hard with Soojin though, since she wasn’t bad, per se. Minyoung just didn’t have any other option.

And it was even harder to watch the despair on Saebyeok’s face twelve hours later when her best friend’s name was called with four votes under her name. Taking a deep breath, Minyoung reassured herself, “There was no other choice. You had to pick three. That’s how competitions work.” 

But those words became all the more difficult to believe when the next and final name was called with four votes: Kang Mirae. 

…is this what they call karma? 

When she met eyes with Saebyeok, the guilt and sadness on both their faces melted into mutual understanding. They did justice to their conscience. 

Even if it meant voting out each other's best friends.

Sighing, Minyoung stood from her seat, pulling Mirae into a hug. “Come back soon, okay? I’ll be waiting for you,” she said with a smile, hoping to encourage the girl, trying to ignore the urge to tear up. Mirae seemed oddly bright as she nodded back with a smile. 

“You bet, Minnie.” Mirae pinched her cheek, the slight tremble in her voice giving away her sadness.

Minyoung didn't let herself linger in the hug, not wanting to cry. The older girl had become an irreplaceable presence she would miss terribly in their time apart.

Looking around, she observed the other eliminated I-Landers. Daniel and Jake were pouting, looking adorably akin to sad puppies—a sight Minyoung would have cooed at under different circumstances. Soojin was awkwardly patting Sunghoon, who was embracing her, looking like she’d accepted her fate. Sophie was crying in Yeona’s arms. Jay was whispering something into Jungwon’s ears, smiling sweetly as ever. 

Minyoung went around giving them all brief but sweet farewells, managing to hold her feelings inside the tight lump in her throat. 

But one look at Ni-ki’s resigned face as she approached him almost made her lose that restraint. Pausing on her way to him, she quickly turned around to blink back tears. 

As her vision cleared slightly, Nicholas approached her, arms open as he tried to smile. Embracing him, she mumbled into his chest, asking him to return soon. The older boy didn’t speak, nodding before he let her go.

Turning back around, Minyoung found Ni-ki waiting for her patiently. Seeing her face, he smiled warmly as she walked closer, hands in his pockets and bag on his shoulder like he was ready to leave. It was almost as if he wasn’t expecting a hug.

She wondered if he felt guilty for the score, heart tightening at the thought. 

Looping her arms around his waist, she buried her face into his shoulder. Ni-ki tensed up, but removed one hand from his pocket to place it on her back. “Don’t cry for me. I won’t be long,” he said lowly, stroking her back comfortingly before cupping the back of her head. But though regret was obvious in his actions, his calm voice still held fire.

Minyoung buried her face into his shoulder. She would definitely hold him to his words.

If Minyoung learned anything from the first test, it was that focusing on improving as a group only got them so far. Not only did it cause ugly conflicts, only a handful of them showed any individuality in the performance. Aside from synchronising the beat, formations, and angles, she felt the I-Landers needed to practice separately and figure out their own way to add colour to the performance. 

Because what mattered most in I-Land was the team score—and a strong team had strong individuals. So, when Fire was revealed as the song for Test 2, Minyoung only had one thing on her mind.

She had to be Part 3.  

The vocals of the part suited her higher range. The “flying” lift where she’d be raised in the air would be a hook point in the eyes of the judges if done right. And while she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she could pull off the higher, more visible part perfectly, she had the confidence to say she’d try her damn best. 

But of course, there was competition. 

Which, unfortunately for her, turned out to be Yang Jungwon. 

The boy himself hadn’t said anything about wanting the particular part, but K suggested they make him do it because his dance skills matched it very well, and he could deliver vocally as well. 

It was hard to argue with, but Minyoung wished K would at least ask if anyone else was interested in trying out before basically handing it to the younger boy. So when he asked if everyone agreed with it, she raised her hand in protest. 

“I’m interested in the part as well,” she said, making all heads turn towards her. Some of them seemed surprised that she broke the flow where the better performers got assigned the higher parts with no one to interrupt. 

She hadn’t challenged K or Heeseung taking the center parts—they deserved them. But this one? She wanted a shot.

Seon was the first to speak. “No, but this part…” he started, pausing when she locked eyes with him. Minyoung raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” she questioned, voice soft as if warning him to watch his words. 

But before he could continue, K spoke up. “You’re really good at dancing, Minyoung. But I feel like Jungwon would suit the overall vibe of the part better,” he said, making her look at the younger boy. He had his lips pursed, expression seeming impatient like he just wanted to get this over with. She looked away the second his eyes met hers.

Yeona nodded from beside Jungwon. “Like, the gestures and steps kinda suit him better, Minnie,” she added. 

“Well, I’ll show you what I can do after I learn it and if you still think it doesn’t fit me, we can change the part later,” Minyoung shrugged, ignoring the eyes on her. She understood their reasoning but still wished for a chance. 

“It would waste time we could be using for practice, though.” K’s eyes were soft like he was talking to a child he was trying not to disappoint. “And we need every precious minute to make sure the result doesn’t end up the same a last time.”

A chorus of agreement from Seon, Yeona and Geonu followed his comment, as the others tensely watched the exchange.

Pursing her lips, Minyoung nodded, feeling slightly betrayed. It wouldn’t take more than a day for her to learn the main portions of the dance, and it was enough time to switch parts if it really didn’t suit her.

But fine, she supposed. It was a long shot anyway, considering she was yet to prove herself as a strong candidate.

Her interruption had introduced a change in the way the parts were distributed, with K and Seon asking if anyone was interested to compete even though they had suggested someone initially. Some of the existing I-Landers, and even some new I-Landers like Hana and Jiyoon raised their hands, following her example even though the recommended trainees ended up bagging them.

She spoke up for Parts 4, 5, but didn’t get either. When the next part was brought up, K looked straight at her before saying, “In my opinion, Minyoung should do this part.” 

Minyoung blinked, surprised to be offered a part without having to raise her hand for it. 

Yeona nodded, “I see the vision.”

“Anyone else interested?” Seon asked, earning a raised hand from Hana. 

“No one else?” he confirmed before adding, “Alright close your eyes girls. Show of hands if you think Minyoung should get it.” A pause. “Now, for Hana.” Another pause before, “Congratulations, Minyoung-ah.”

Minyoung bowed in her seat, surprised yet again but smiling as she clapped along with the rest.

Even though it wasn’t her first choice, Part 6 was higher and more visible than what she thought she’d get, especially after performing as Part 12 in the previous test. 

That alone put her in a better mood than she expected when she lost Part 3. 

So, after a quick bathroom break following the part distribution, Minyoung headed up the stairs to the individual practice room on the mezzanine to learn the basic choreography, newfound determination to make Part 6 her own fuelling her. 

Opening the glass door while looking down at her iPad, she almost bumped into the figure heading out. Quickly jumping back to avoid collision, she stepped aside to give way, only for the other person to mirror her. Looking up, she found a wide-eyed Jungwon, staring at her with raised brows like he wasn’t expecting her to move the exact way he did. 

Stepping the opposite side, Minyoung paused when Jungwon did the exact same, again. The two shifted back and forth awkwardly for a couple seconds before Minyoung held a hand up, moving back. “You can go,” she said, smiling lightly.

Jungwon opened his mouth, but paused to clear his throat. 

“I was going,” he said, almost curtly, as he quickly stepped past her and toward the stairs. 

Minyoung’s smile dropped as she stared at his back, brows furrowing in confusion and annoyance. Not even a Thank you?

His impatient look earlier and the interaction just now conflicted with how he had smiled at her on their first day in I-Land—a sharp turn from, “You seem nice” to, “Stay in your lane.”

Sighing sharply, she shook her head.

Whatever his problem was, she wasn’t going to let it disrupt her. She had a choreography to learn, details to figure out, a test to prove herself in, and zero time to waste on wondering what she did to warrant the change in his attitude.

A warm tteokbokki bowl and two friends by her side was how Minyoung expected to spend the evening. Crashing a mini group hangout and turning it into a big group hangout was not a part of the agenda—but there she was. 

Sunoo and Taeyong seemed to be deep into a story Jaebeom was telling, too engrossed to even notice the three enter before. 

Minyoung leaned towards Sunoo’s ear. “Mind if we crash the party?” She asked, snickering when the boy jumped in surprise. 

“Ahh, why would you do that?” He whined, earning more chuckles from the rest of them. 

Taeyong smiled from the bed beside Sunoo’s. “Hi Noona,” he waved, and Minyoung waved back, walking around to sit on the lounge chair. 

“What were you guys talking about?” Hana took a seat next to Sunoo, feeding a piece of the spicy rice cake to him when she found him staring at it. Minyoung frowned at them eating on the bed, but said nothing. 

“I-Land is very strange, Noona,” Jaebeom answered with a worry-filled voice. “The rules for the elimination are so strict and the way they practice here, too… No one is helping each other like back in Ground.” 

Hana hummed and swallowed her mouthful. “But we only had one iPad there, so there was no choice. Here we can practice at our own pace, eat whatever, wear whatever and rest whenever we want. I’d say I-Land is so much better.” 

“You only had one iPad at Ground?” Minyoung was the only one shocked when all five of them nodded. “How would th—“

“Hey Min!” A voice called out from the doorway. Minyoung turned to find Saebyeok peeking out before stepping in. “Can I borrow the charger for your FitBit? Mine’s… I don't know where mine is,” She sheepishly admitted, earning a nod from Minyoung. 

“Thanks!” Saebyeok called out as she turned around, almost bumping into two figures that had been standing outside the half-opened door. 

Jiyoon and Jihye gasped in sync as they bowed to the girl. “Sorry, sorry!” They chorused, eyes on Saebyeok before they realized she wasn’t alone. Peeking into the room slowly, they froze when six pairs of eyes stared back.

Jihye awkwardly shifted as Saebyeok left the room with a quiet, “Excuse me” and Jiyoon opened her mouth in a silent, “Oh.” 

Their reactions did not surprise Minyoung, with the way they stuck together the entire day of practice instead of mingling around, only nodding and staying silent otherwise whenever Heeseung gathered the I-Landers.

It must be hard for them to open up to new people, Minyoung supposed. 

“Hey, you two,” Hana smiled politely. The girls smiled slightly back, fidgeting as they meekly greeted Hana. 

“Do you want to join us? We were just chatting about Ground.” Hana continued, patting the space next to her. 

“Uh…” Jiyoon started, her hesitation obvious even though she stepped forward, unable to refuse. 

Jihye stood rooted to her spot, so Minyoung spoke up. “How was practice today, Jihye-unnie?” 

Jiyoon glanced back at Jihye, who tensed before glancing behind her like someone stood there. But she must have seen someone, because she perked up at the sight. 

“Oh! Yeona-unnie!” 

Minyoung watched as Jihye turned to fully face the older girl. “Can you teach me the dance for the bridge? I’ve been having a hard time.”

Yeona’s cheery voice was heard behind the door. “Sure! Now?” 

Jihye nodded rapidly, and Jiyoon chimed in too. “I need help too!”

And just like that, they both scurried out of the room without so much as a goodbye, leaving the occupants of the room in a state of confusion.

“Uh—what just happened?” Minyoung asked, flabbergasted and amused at the same time by how freaked out they were. 

Hana sighed like a tired mother. “I don’t know. They’ve both been a little closed-off since day one.” 

Minyoung shrugged. She understood. While she had never been one, she had enough friends who were introverts to know they needed time to adjust to new environments. 

So she didn’t take it personally.

She didn’t know yet, just how much of a misjudgement it was.

NOTE Posting this from my mobile while I’m at college, four hours from my exam lol. What are your thoughts on this chapter, especially the tension filled moments?

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instead of making a separate post for my wips, i'll be adding them to my masterlist with a strikeout. i have three wips already, go check them out if you're curious!

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Engenes please take spotify streaming seriously! We always say we can't do much abt k apps but we can do enough with what we have, please use spotify, join stationhead if you're busy, buy premium and if you can't some fbs sponsor them if not just use spotify w/o premium

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I can't find any of the stories...? It's saying post not found 😭

heya! sorry it took me so long to answer. i checked the masterlists and yes, somehow it says post not found. idk what happened to them and honestly, it's quite messy and i am not in a situation to clear it all up right now. so if you want to read her stories, just click on this link, and you can read dia's fics in this blog. thank you for bringing this to my notice!

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UPDATE !!

i just went and scrolled through some of their posts. they seem to be running a blog where people can confess their thoughts about fictional idols which may not be well received elsewhere. i don't see anything wrong with it, because people are allowed to have their opinions and when given space to express it, they ARE going to express.

the blog is not doing anything wrong. in fact i can see some confessions being rejected because they were pure, baseless hate. so yeah, i don't think they are encouraging hate.

that one particular anon just didn't like enmi-land and that's okay! just because they said what they said, doesn't mean dia isn't missed everyday on this site. let's focus our energy on things we can control rather than stressing over one dislike when we have millions of likes.

i'd like to iterate that the blog is not spreading any hate. as far as i've seen there's only genuine criticism and they're polite while doing so. so please, let's not go attack them.

@ficfessions is dissing you in their blog along with other added member blogs. it’s nasty.

heya! first of all, thank you for bringing this to my attention. even though dia's not here, enmi-land still is, and will be for a long time and i appreciate you looking out for it! now, about that account, i scrolled a lot to find one anon saying they were glad dia left because they couldn't stand mila and her poly relationship. and all i have to say to you guys, is to ignore it. the blog themselves didn't say anything about enmi-land, but it was an anon sending in a "confession". and they only sound jealous, from what i gathered. there was literally zero explanation as to what wrong with mila which caused them to feel that way, and with how popular enmi-land is, it's not surprising to see some haters. it's okay though, opinions are not going to affect us, and dia will return someday, hopefully <3 till then, let's just chill, read and reblog!

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Hii !

Actually, I really like your 'enhypen poly/harem reverse' book recommendations that you had posted some time ago. I just wanted to ask you that if you have more suggestions pleaseee include them in your post. I'm willing to read more books of those types !

heya! i'm sorry this is going to be a little disappointing but i am a friend of the creator of this blog, who is currently just keeping it in my account so her readers can read her stories. i haven't really read any fics recently of that sort (except for the ones she's already mentioned) so i'm sorry, i don't have any new recommendations. but there are so many 8th member blogs emerging and most of them have the poly ot7 theme so you can check them out if you want!

[enmi-land]

@ficfessions is dissing you in their blog along with other added member blogs. it’s nasty.

heya! first of all, thank you for bringing this to my attention. even though dia's not here, enmi-land still is, and will be for a long time and i appreciate you looking out for it! now, about that account, i scrolled a lot to find one anon saying they were glad dia left because they couldn't stand mila and her poly relationship. and all i have to say to you guys, is to ignore it. the blog themselves didn't say anything about enmi-land, but it was an anon sending in a "confession". and they only sound jealous, from what i gathered. there was literally zero explanation as to what wrong with mila which caused them to feel that way, and with how popular enmi-land is, it's not surprising to see some haters. it's okay though, opinions are not going to affect us, and dia will return someday, hopefully <3 till then, let's just chill, read and reblog!

[enmi-land]

          𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐗𝐎, 𝐦𝐲 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

           PRINCESS ✶ MILANA

ıllı  𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  ───  you’re the only one who can give me permission. i’ll even pluck the sun, the moon for you―just say the word. when dusk falls, i’ll make all your dreams come true. please say my name, i’ll become your genie.

✶  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓    𝒊. LINKS  𝒊𝒊. MASTERLIST  𝒊𝒊𝒊. RECENT

[enmi-land]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WELCOME TO I-LAND ( WHERE THE BLUSHING IS LOUD )

CHAPTER 03 of DREAMLIKE DESTINY ─────﹙ 1543 ﹚

DISCLAIMER This is completely fictional, and not meant to represent the mentioned idols in real life. Some events are changed for the plot. All the OCs are owned by me. REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR THIS SERIES.

The I-Land building was no joke, it seemed. The inside was way more sophisticated and elegant compared to the ugly exterior (no, Minyoung didn't feel sorry for thinking that). Gasps and loud exclamations of awe accompanied the trainees on a quick tour around the second floor's different areas. 

Minyoung stayed by Mirae and Sunoo's side all throughout the mini-exploration, up until they all gathered on the couch for a discussion about the voting. 

"I'm already stressed and we just got here!" Minyoung pouted as she slumped in her seat. Her relatable statement made the contestants laugh as they agreed. Smiling at that, Minyoung looked around and accidentally caught Jungwon's gaze for the second time that day. 

He looked like he was about to say something, but paused when their eyes met. The corner of his lips went up slightly. 

Minyoung subtly glanced around the crowded couch before realizing he was actually smiling at her. Oh. She stiffened. Okay. Stay cool. Just smile back.

Unfortunately, what she intended to be a cool, casual smile ended up being an awkward twitch of her lips—like she was trying to hold in a sneeze. 

Geez, what was that? She never had trouble talking to people, even total strangers. She was literally known for being a social butterfly at school. So what was wrong with her now?

Embarrassed, she quickly turned away like that would undo what just happened, oblivious to the disappointed sigh Jungwon let out before speaking.

"Should we just vote without thinking too much?" His words earned reactions of shock and panic from the participants. 

"We shouldn't do that!" Someone exclaimed. "We're forming a unit of 17 people."

Seon stated his opinion, saying they should think about a final debut team and choose the members according to their own standards. Minyoung thought it would be unfair to vote based on our first impressions, but there was really no logical choice other than that. 

The others seemed to agree, and soon a majority of them dispersed, leaving Minyoung in her own thoughts. 

It's fine, she reassured herself. Even if I do get voted out, I'll prove myself and make it back up. 

Her attention was grabbed by the Japanese girl sitting next to her when she slumped in her seat with a sigh. "You good, Unnie?" Minyoung asked, half-worried and half-amused at the blank expression on the older girl's face. 

"I want to stay and practice here. This place is awesome." Came the reply in Japanese. 

The mention of practicing reminded Minyoung. "We haven't seen the practice room yet!" Minyoung sat up straight, excitement bubbling in her voice. She turned to Hana expectantly, only for the older girl to snicker lazily from her slumped position.

"All of us did, downstairs. You were too caught up in being fought over by your new friends."

"Oh." 

The '00 liner smiled. "'M glad you made friends, though." she said softly, her usual motherly instinct surfacing in Minyoung's presence.

Minyoung smiled back, nodding. 

Yamazaki Hana was her only friend (excluding a certain Japanese boy) in Be:Lift for a long time before she got to meet Taeyong or Saebyeok. The only reason the girls had gotten so close despite the stupid rule of not making friends before the show was because Be:Lift's Trainee Managers always paired the foreign trainees up to help them cope in the new environment. 

Though Minyoung was ethnically Korean, she hadn't ever set foot in South Korea until September of 2019. The "buddy system" was very much appreciated by the 15-year-old who found the comfort of the home she missed in Hana.

The older girl sat up with another sigh. "Well, we can't just be sitting around, let's go talk to the girls." Minyoung nodded again, taking the hand Hana offered. 

No time to waste. 

Knocking on the door to the yellow room, Minyoung poked her head inside to find K, Nicholas, Riki and Taki gathered on the bed. "Hello..." she tentatively smiled, hoping she hadn't interrupted something important.

There was less than twenty minutes left for the voting and they were one of the only ones she hadn't spoken to individually (excluding Saebyeok and her friends, don't ask her why). 

Minyoung had been going around asking everyone's opinion on the voting. It was to know how they were deciding on the standard and maybe also use it as an excuse to befriend them. 

Okay, it was mainly the latter, but don't judge her.

She was just a girl trying to make friends.

Thankfully, the four boys only smiled at her appearance, inviting her in with warm smiles. "I've been meaning to talk to you," K made space for her next to him. 

Minyoung raised an eyebrow at his admission. "Oh, what is it?" she asked, exchanging an easy smile with Riki as she sat directly opposite to him. 

"I─ Do you know him?" K asked as he noticed the exchange. Minyoung nodded.

"Yeah, I met him on the first day of my training," she explained, shrugging. "Our TMs let us introduce ourselves back in September before telling me to never talk to him until May. We didn't really listen, though." 

Her statement earned laughter that slightly eased the tension that existed in the room before she came in.

"I remember Ni-ki telling me about you," Nicholas smirked at the younger boy. Minyoung hummed. Right, his name is Ni-ki now.

"Why do you have a stage name?" Minyoung tilted her head at Ni-ki. She had thought he'd be going by his own name like Taki had. 

Ni-ki pointed to Taki and spoke in an adorably accented Korean. "His name is also Riki, so we both took a stage name to avoid confusion." 

Minyoung blinked. Huh?

"I thought Taki was your real name," Minyoung furrowed her eyebrows. 

"No, I'm Riki too," Taki replied in the same accent as Ni-ki. "Takayama Riki─" he pointed to himself before pointing to Ni-Ki─ "Nishimura Riki." 

"Are you guys twins─wait, no, that was a stupid question," the girl whispered the last part to herself, tapping her forehead lightly as if to reboot her brain.

K chuckled at that, casually bringing a hand up to pat Minyoung's head. 

Minyoung blinked again. What.

She never got flustered this easily. She'd always been comfortable around people. She was confident, talked a lot, and made friends easily. But something about being surrounded by boys like this made her freeze. 

It was annoying. K probably just meant to make her feel comfortable. 

Forcing herself to act normal, she breathed in. "Anyways," she continued, pushing down whatever weirdness was creeping up. "What were you going to ask me?"

The action caused K to drop his hand from her head.

"Not ask, I wanted to tell you that I liked your performance." He smiled down at her. "You dance really well." His comment earned sounds of agreement from the three.

Minyoung's stomach did a weird flip. She did not like that.

But she couldn't help the shy smile that tugged at her lips as she bowed, earning a fond sound from K.

Am I a child now? Well, I probably am to him...

She remembered that he was the one who had pointed out her blushing earlier when she entered the I-Land stage. Guess his old age is bringing out his fatherly instincts...

Minyoung hid a snicker behind a cough.

"Aigoo, are you blushing?" Nicholas smirked, leaning back on his hands. "Didn't think I'd get to see Minyoung shy."

"I'm not..." she protested weakly, rolling her eyes with a smile. But the heat on her face betrayed her, and Nicholas only chuckled lightly in amusement.

"Ahh what are we going to do about the voting?" Nicholas sighed a beat later, changing the topic suddenly.  Taki mirrored his sigh as he buried his face in his hands. 

"Well─" 

"I think─" 

Minyoung and Ni-ki broke into chuckles when they started at the same time. Minyoung gestured for him to speak first, but Ni-ki shook his head.

"Noona go first."

"Well, I was just going to say I already have someone in mind." Minyoung shrugged, leaning back on her palms on the bed. 

"Really?" the four of them chorused, before Nicholas added, "I guess choosing one out of seven was easy, huh." 

Minyoung shrugged again. "What about you guys, got any idea?" Right as she asked that, Robot-nim spoke.

"Participant Ni-ki, head to the voting room."

Ni-ki pointed to himself in disbelief. "Me? Ni-ki?" He asked, standing up. 

Minyoung gave him an encouraging smile. "Go ahead," she waved her hand at the door. 

The boy stepped outside the room and peeked his head in. "I've made my decision," he said before closing the door.

"Should we head downstairs?" K asked, urging them to stand up by waving his hand. "It's voting time now." Sounds of hesitant agreement followed as the four of them exited to room to join the other trainees. 

"Let's go," Hana hooked an arm around hers and Mirae sidled up to her with a tense smile. The nerves she felt was obvious on her face, and Minyoung took her hand to help her calm down. 

As they descended the stairs, she felt an odd sense of anticipation build up inside of her. 

I hope I get to stay.

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[enmi-land]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACCIDENTALLY MAKING FRIENDS (AND ENEMIES...?)

CHAPTER 02 of DREAMLIKE DESTINY ─────﹙ 1419 ﹚

DISCLAIMER This is completely fictional, and not meant to represent the mentioned idols in real life. Some events are changed for the plot. All the OCs are owned by me. REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR THIS SERIES.

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Minyoung watched with a fond smile at Taki's excitement when his seat lit up with white. All the female units had performed and there was one extra girl other than I-Land's capacity of six. And the last spot for the boys in I-Land was just filled by Taki, but there were a few units who hadn't performed yet.

Saebyeok nudged Minyoung and put an arm around her waist when the girl acknowledged her. She pointed to the unit that was heading to stage. "The boy in the dark blue jacket, that's Jungwon," the older girl whispered in Minyoung's ears.

Oh? Minyoung immediately turned to look.

He was one out two of Saebyeok's friends that she hadn't seen yet. Going off of the description her unnie had given previously, he was a cute kid with adorable dimples and a gummy smile. She had imagined someone soft and baby-faced, an image reinforced by how much Saebyeok yapped about her friends.

So her reaction to actually seeing his face was truly justified.

"Whoa..."

She hadn't expected him to look like that. Sharp yet soft, mature yet still youthful—there was something striking about him that made it hard to look away.

"What?" Saebyeok giggled in disbelief at the younger's reaction. "Is he that handsome?"

"What? No," Minyoung scoffed, not tearing her eyes away from the guy who was currently introducing himself. She paused her sentence briefly to hear his introduction, before whispering back to Saebyeok. "He's just very different from what I expected."

"And what were you expecting?" Saebyeok waited for a reply, but got none. She turned to the side to see Minyoung still looking at him. Snickering under her breath, the older girl decided to let her be.

For now.

Minyoung absentmindedly stared at the three boys fumbling around with their mics. 

Her attention was directed towards Taeyong when the boy asked Jungwon for help with his headpiece, talking in his usual pouty manner. The sight made Minyoung crack a smile at his cuteness. It reminded her of his adorable greetings whenever they'd cross paths at their frequented restaurant.

Taeyong coincidentally glanced up, meeting Minyoung's eyes. The girl's smile widened and she held up a fist, mouthing, "Hwaiting!" which earned her a grin. 

Averting her eyes, she accidentally caught the other 04 liner's gaze.

She stiffened up slightly at the sharpness of his eyes on her, smile slipping at the sudden awkwardness. However, her reaction didn't seem to affect him. He kept his eyes on her as he got into position, as if she couldn't see him basically staring. She raised her eyebrows lightly, only for him to purse his lips like he was suppressing a smirk.

Ok, what is going on? Minyoung tore her eyes away, not being able to bear the eye contact.

Taking a much needed deep breath, Minyoung decided to not think too much about the strange exchange. However, she made a mental note to keep her distance from the guy. 

He was certainly not normal.

Five extra participants―four guys and one girl―were to be eliminated. And the eliminations were to be decided by another voting. 

Do the producers of I-Land believe they're running some fair democracy here? Minyoung couldn't help but feel unnerved by the rules.

She'd thought that the evaluations and eliminations would be an audience and producers-only thing―that was what the internet had told her anyway! 

As she glanced around the lobby, she could see the same uncertainty reflected in the faces of the other trainees. Some whispered in hushed voices, some looked deep in thought, but no one looked like they had any real idea as to what to do.

All 33 of them were trainees looking for guidance, and definitely not ready to make decisions for themselves, let alone others, from what she'd seen so far. 

And yes, it was including herself.

She had voted a yes for some trainees who had been on the lower level compared to the others, simply because she hadn't known their history or if there was someone better. Because of this, a fair elimination had not been, and would not be possible.

The worries in her head were enough to stop her from fully awe-ing at the high-end facilities in I-Land which were still displayed on the screen she was blankly staring at.

"Oof―" A body bumped into hers from the side, throwing a startled Minyoung off-balance. The girl threw her arms out, accidentally hitting something soft. 

Before she could fall, however, the person themselves took a hold of her hoodie to stabilize her, seemingly having caught their balance.

She straightened up properly before turning to look at the person.

Kim Sunoo was still holding on to her hoodie in a fist, one cheek slightly red and an offended look on his face. "You hit me!" he accused, bringing his free hand to rub at the cheek.

"Sorry? You were the one who bumped into me." Minyoung didn't mean for her reply to come out so sassily, especially because it only seemed to offend Sunoo more. He rolled his eyes and let go of her hoodie with a huff, picking his fallen bag up before turning away.

Uh oh. Bad start at making friends, Minyoung!

"Hey, wait―" Minyoung reached a hand out, grabbing his jacket. Sunoo immediately spun around with a giggle, grabbing her hand in his and shaking it slightly aggressively.

"Nice to meet you too! Sorry, I didn't mean to trip but I guess I just fell," he smiled sweetly, eyes disappearing.

Minyoung raised her eyebrows. Is this guy bipolar?

"Right, I didn't―" Minyoung's reply was cut off by a hand raising to wave right in front of her face. Moving back instinctively, she found Kang Mirae beaming at her with her other hand in the pocket of her denim romper.

"Hello!" the older girl chirped, voice higher and sweeter than the one she used when she had introduced herself.

Before Minyoung could respond, however, Sunoo put an arm around her to lead her away from Mirae. "Don't talk to her. Continue what you were saying." The guy smiled at her innocently.

Did they know each other already? 

Minyoung turned to look at Mirae. "Let me greet her, it's rude not to." Her words earned a "Yeah, let her greet me!" from the Kang girl as Sunoo frowned.

"You didn't greet me yet either!" Sunoo folded his arms like a child throwing a tantrum.

Mirae took the space Minyoung was given, to hook her own arms around the Park girl and pull her towards herself. "Ignore his dramatics, let's be friends!" The older girl led Minyoung towards the stairs, following the crowd of trainees moving upstairs. "Let's explore the I-Land together!"

"Wait, what is going on?"

Minyoung turned back towards Sunoo to find him speed-walking towards them. "Noona, I can't believe you're stealing my friends right on the first day!" Sunoo whined as he caught up to start walking on Minyoung's other side. 

Oh, okay. They do know each other.

Mirae stuck a teasing tongue out at the boy in white, "You don't have a chance with her, she's mine now."

Unaware of Minyoung's growing exasperation, Sunoo fought back, pulling Minyoung towards him by her hoodie. "Nuh-uh, finders keepers. She's MY friend!" 

At first, their voices were low enough to go unnoticed, but as they tugged Minyoung back and forth like a prized stuffed toy, their growing volume attracted curious glances. 

One by one, trainees walking up the stairs began to slow down, amused whispers and stifled laughs filling the air. And honestly, if someone started livestreaming this circus, Minyoung wouldn’t even blame them.

"Says no one! Watch me become her bestie and leave you in the dirt!"

"I'd like to see you tr―"

"Okay, enough you two!" Minyoung untangled herself from the grip they had on her. "What in the world is going on? We barely know each other and you're already fighting over me?" Her words were a mix of amusement, confusion and exasperation. She could already predict that their friendship was going to lessen her lifespan by a good few years.

The two had the manners to look sheepish at her questions. "Sorry, I got too carried away," Mirae twirled the ends of her hair.

Sunoo side-eyed her. "Damn right, you did..." he muttered under his breath before apologizing to Minyoung. "Sorry, fellow Gong-Sam."

Minyoung couldn't help the laughter that spilled out of her at their sibling-like dynamic. "It's nice to meet you two." She said through giggles, earning wide smiles.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FIRST IMPRESSIONS AND QUESTIONABLE JOKES

CHAPTER 01 of DREAMLIKE DESTINY ─────﹙ 1547 ﹚

DISCLAIMER This is completely fictional, and not meant to represent the mentioned idols in real life. Some events are changed for the plot. All the OCs are owned by me. REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR THIS SERIES.

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The awkward silence of the room erupted into gasps of awe. Some of the guys were trying not to make their expressions obvious, whereas some others, including the girls, didn't bother hiding their reaction to the new arrivals.

A girl in a denim romper squealed to her friend about how she was "blinded by their beauty" while the other girl tried to calm her down.

A guy wearing white right in the middle spoke loudly as if he was directly asking them why they were so pretty. His question provoked more sounds of agreement from the trainees as they all stared at the two girls, unaware of how strange all the attention was to one of them.

Park Minyoung tightened her hold on the backpack over her shoulder, trying to smile despite the flush creeping up on her neck and ears.

Sure, she'd been complimented many times for her face, and the staff at Be:Lift had often commented on how she'd make a fine visual someday, but all this attention—male attention—was completely new to her.

Curse her school for not being co-education.

She looked down at the platform when it started to move, hoping the action would make her hair cover her ears. Unfortunately, she momentarily forgot that her waist-length hair was currently in a high ponytail which did nothing but highlight how red her neck had become, prompting more reactions from the trainees.

"Aw, cute. She's blushing!" one of the taller guys commented, earning some coos. Glad to know at least you find my embarrassed state amusing buddy, Minyoung thought to herself with a small scoff.

Bowing ninety degrees, the girl let herself be dragged to a seat by her teammate. Choi Saebyeok not-so-discreetly waved at the boy in a tie-dye shirt as she made her way over. But to Minyoung's confusion, she sat down a seat away from the guy and pointed at the seat for her.

However, now was not the time for questions, even though she had some important ones, so she focused on greeting the guy next to her. "Hello, I'm Park Minyoung."

The boy bowed politely, offering a shy smile, "Hello, I'm Lee Heeseung."

Oh!

That was him? The ace and all-rounder trainee known for almost debuting in TXT. Also, he was Saebyeok's friend since she'd started training. Or that was what she'd been told, but Minyoung knew better than to believe her unnie who held stars in her eyes whenever she spoke about him.

Seeing recognition flicker in her eyes, Heeseung chuckled. "I'm guessing Saebyeok has talked about me?"

Minyoung briefly glanced back at Saebyeok before nodding. "Not too much, but enough to know who you are."

"What about me, Noona? Did you mention me?" a deep but cheerful voice spoke up beside Heeseung, as a boy with sharp features poked his head into Minyoung's view. Next to him, a pale boy caught Minyoung's eye and smiled awkwardly, seeming embarrassed at his friend's sudden question.

"Jay-ah, seriously..."

Minyoung chuckled when Jay turned to the pale guy (who Minyoung guessed should be Sunghoon) and shrugged as if saying, "What?"

"I did talk about you too, Jay," Saebyeok giggled at the pair's silent conversation. She nudged Minyoung, "This one's Jay, and that's Sunghoon." Saebyeok pointed out.

"Nice to meet you." Minyoung said to grab their attention. The boys straightened up and grinned shyly at Minyoung upon hearing her, returning her greeting with a bow.

"It's been a while, Noona," Sunghoon addressed Saebyeok, eyes softening when the older girl admitted to missing them a lot.

Before the conversation could proceed further, an alarm blared suddenly and the lights turned red. The I-Landers looked around, stunned for a moment, before a voice spoke.

"33 participants of I-Land, welcome..."

Minyoung perked up. It was finally starting.

Well, what now?

The system's voice had announced an "Entry Test" where each unit had to perform their prepared stage. The trainees needed to get at least 16 votes (out of the total 33) to be able to enter the I-Land. Though, the voice didn't clarify what would happen to the trainees who failed to get voted in.

For now, the main concern was the order of performance of the units, which had been declared as free will by the system.

The trainees were looking around to see if anyone was going to get up, or if they could go first.

Minyoung paused for 10 seconds, waiting to see if anyone would step up. But it seemed like no one was fully sure, so she grabbed Saebyeok's hand intending to pull the older girl along.

But it seemed like Saebyeok had the same plans, because the second Minyoung's hand touched hers, the older girl was up and heading towards the stage. Minyoung followed closely behind as they reached the platform and stepped on it. 

Looking back at the trainees, she found a few shocked faces.

Fair enough.

It hadn't been her original plan to go first—especially after they had literally arrived last—but the more they delayed, the less spots would remain out of the available six for girls. 

She exhaled slowly, flexing her fingers to shake off the tension creeping into them. Her heartbeat was steady, but her palms were just a little clammy from both nerves and excitement.

Going first had its perks that many didn't realize. So as she fixed her mic, Minyoung walked to her position knowing both of them would get in almost definitely. 

Still, as the intro to TWICE's Feel Special started playing, she focused on delivering her best. The surprise on the trainees' faces when she had revealed her training period of 10 months was obvious, and it had given Minyoung a reason to prove herself.

It was highly likely for the other contestants to judge her skills based on the duration of her training, which was something she found to be misleading. 

Despite her short time in training, she had a rep among the trainers for being an amazing dancer with good potential in singing. Heck, Bang Sihyuk himself had told her that she was all-rounder material.

But her fate was in the hands of the trainees now. If she wanted in, she had to leave no doubt about her skills.

Their unit song was relatively easy so they'd practiced it really well, and she found herself smiling when the system announced both her and Saebyeok's entry to be confirmed.

When Minyoung returned to her seat with Saebyeok, she was greeted with smiles and quiet cheers from Heeseung, Jay and Sunghoon.

"Thank you," Minyoung giggled and bumped her fist with Heeseung who held one out to both her and Saebyeok. And since he was right beside the '01 liner boy, Jay held out a fist too as he grinned.

"You two did great! I almost got up to dance along, but I didn't want to scare anyone with my moves."

A beat of awkward silence followed, before Heeseung shook his head with a small sigh. Sunghoon, who was in the middle of giving them a thumbs up, gave Jay a blank stare before looking back at Minyoung. 

The girl herself was slightly baffled, but she remembered Saebyeok mentioning his urge to make lame jokes in passing, so she only gave him a small forced smile. 

"Pfft—" Saebyeok burst out laughing at their reactions, pulling Minyoung down to her seat with a hand on her shoulder. 

For a moment, Minyoung thought Jay would be hurt, but he only cleared his throat and shrugged, muttering, "Tough crowd, I see..."

Before it could get more awkward, the system (she'd call it Robot-nim from now, because the voice sounded way too machine-like) asked for the next participant to head to the stage.

Not wasting a second, Jay got up along with the unit of three that sat beside Sunghoon. Not only them, but three other units also stood up at the same time. 

The fair game of Rock-Paper-Scissors was decided as the judge. With a determined look on his face, Jay cracked his knuckles like he was getting ready to win. The contestant wearing a brown plaid shirt returned his energy by closing his eyes and praying, before throwing scissors. But as adorable as their eagerness to perform was, another contestant ended up winning.

Jay returned to his seat with an accepting smile on his face. He seemed quite confident, and she liked him already. 

A solo contestant named Seon took the stage, introducing himself before the music began playing. It seemed like his dancing needed work, but he had stable vocals. 

When Robot-nim asked the contestants to raise their hands, Minyoung hesitated.

Sure, he had the visuals and voice, but dance was a huge factor in performance which the guy wasn't good at. What if her vote for Seon would rob a better contestant of their place in I-Land? But then again, what if he was actually one of the better ones?

Realizing she didn't have the time required to properly think this through, she raised a hand just in time for Robot-nim to finish its countdown.

Maybe it was better to not worry about the capacity and just vote for the contestants who perform well. It wasn't like she knew any of them or their skills to reserve their votes beforehand. 

So with that in mind, the girl watched as Sunghoon and Jay introduced themselves.

NOTE yoohoo! did y'all expect this? i rewrote the entire thing because i forgot my previous storyline and cba to go read back oopa! but i think you guys will like this as well. stay tuned, more is coming soon!

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[enmi-land]

#OO3. THE TEA iN TEAMWORK

𝓘. ──── . . . MiLA THiNKS EVERYONE SHOULD LEARN FROM MY LiTTLE PONY AND THE POWER OF FRiENDSHIP.

🥚 𝓲-LAND EPiSODE 3 𓈀 5.4k ꗃ ❛ KOR, ENG, JP, CHi ❜ ✖ NO WARNiNGS! `⎚⩊⎚´ NEXT::PREV ꒰ NOTE ✦ This one is for the Miseung fans, I fear.

shall we go 𝓲NTO THE NEW WORLD ?

Mila has a lot of days where she thinks to herself, ‘Man, I should really mind my own business.’ Today is not that day.

It starts when she finds Ni-ki on her way to the shower.

…Well, “find” is putting it lightly. The more accurate description would be, she almost felt her soul leave her body when she saw him standing in the middle of the empty hallways, with his black hoodie pulled right over his head like some hooligan ready to mug her on the street.

“You scared me!” Mila exclaims as Ni-ki turns to her. “Are you okay? Why are you just standing there? Is something wrong?”

Ni-ki denies her a little too quickly. It almost reminds Mila of her when she would lie about doing something when her mother asked her about it.

Huh. Inch-rest-ing.

Mila could walk away right now. But they’re teammates now, and he’s her dongsaeng. A very strange one—but still! She feels like she would be ignoring a kicked puppy if she walks away now without doing anything.

“If you say so…” Mila puckers her lips and slowly walks away backwards, not once looking away from Ni-ki. “But are you sure?”

Ni-ki nods. “Yes.”

Mila takes a step back. “Really, really sure?”

Ni-ki pauses. He nods.

Mila takes another step back. “Really, really, really sure?”

Ni-kia opens his mouth, then closes it. He looks away for a second, and Mila can practically see all the thoughts that are filling his head. She doesn’t move away any further, and stands there with her eyes awkwardly darting around as this prepubescent teenager goes to war with himself in his own head.

Mila can definitely relate. She’s always been an overthinker. But she was even more of an overthinker when she was fourteen years old and had to worry about making friends in a foreign country, when the next trainee evaluation is, and not falling behind in school—all while dealing with hormones, periods and breakouts.

Not exactly the best years of her life.

Ni-ki turns to her and shakes his head. “It’s nothing.”

Mila frowns, watching as Ni-ki turns on his heel to walk away. They’re not exactly close so she knows it wouldn’t be that easy to get him to open up to her. But it still makes her feel uncomfortable, not being able to help.

Maybe she really is too nosy for her own good.

“Hey,” she calls out, getting his attention. “If you change your mind and you want to talk to someone, it’s okay to. We’re all teammates here. We’re supposed to have each other's backs.”

Ni-ki pauses for a second, before nodding. “Thanks, Noona.”

Mila musters up a smile and watches as he slinks down the hall and into the shadows, his hands in his pockets like some cool anime protagonist.

Had she been that gloomy when she was his age? She may have burst into tears every now and then, yeah, but she’s sure she didn’t have the same dark clouds looming over her head like that.

“Yeah, you definitely didn’t,” Kiara agrees, when Mila asks her about it. “If anything, you looked like you farted rainbows and sunshine or something. You were way too happy for a kid who was a hundred miles away from home and all alone.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought, too.” Mila hugs her panda plushie that she brought from home, resting her chin on the top of its head. “Poor kid.”

But still, Mila has to give him credit: Nishimura Riki is one hell of a dancer.

Mila has heard of him before the show, but I-Land is really the only chance she’s had to really see him in action. It took him five minutes to memorise the entire choreography for Into the I-Land. Five minutes!

He really is a dance prodigy—and he’s only fourteen. Mila knows she didn't have half that kind of talent when she got the audacity to fly her rebellious and overly emotional pubescent self here from China, and she’s been told she’s a pretty good dancer herself. So, yeah, he’s an absolute monster in the making.

(A very cute one, though, considering the resemblance between the Japanese boy and a round dumpling.)

Mila has to wonder if this is what other trainees thought when they saw her for the first time. Because the longer she looks at Ni-ki and the other younger trainees in I-Land, the more she thinks about how they look like babies—which, well, they technically are.

Now Mila is really curious about BigHit’s plans for the future of Kpop: Are they going to be debuting toddlers in ten years from now? If Mila had known, she would have asked her mother to wait a few years until giving birth to her so she could get in on the ‘babies in business’ boom.

…Damn, she’s getting old.

She’s starting to feel like it, too. Her knee pops while standing up from the floor.

“Oppa, I’ll be back,” she announces to Heeseung.

He hums and nods his head in reply, but doesn’t say much in return because he's right back to talking to K about some of the choreography.

She pouts.

He’s been a bit non-verbal with her in general lately, but Mila knows that it’s because he’s been busy with his duties as the leader of this whole operation, so she isn't worried about that in particular—even if she did sulk a bit before she got over it.

No, Mila is more worried about him. It’s a good thing he’s taking his position seriously, but he turned down an offer Mila made to cook ramyeon for him! Heeseung refusing ramyeon? Pigs might as well be flying, right now; it’s that inconceivable.

Mila frowns at the memory. It's clear that this leadership role is taking a toll on Mila, and she just wishes she could do something to help him.

“Have a good break, Noona,” Daniel—the absolute sweetheart—says as she walks towards the door.

Mila is immediately back to smiling, and she bids him a cutesy, “Thank you.” But it doesn’t last long since Mila is soon lost in her thoughts. 

Mila barely registers where her feet are taking her. She walks into one of the lounge rooms, where she sees Jaeyun doing an impressive impression of a corpse on the couch.

Mila can’t say she is surprised.

She’s had two years training, so she’s a bit more used to the Spartan lifestyle that is idol traineeship. Jaeyun’s been training for a few months, at least, and this Signal Song Test is no walk in the park.

This whole situation is like a teacher handing out a test on the very first day of school and expecting them to get a perfect score. So, yeah, Mila can say that she would undergo a spontaneous system shut down, too.

“Hwayoungie, can you massage my shoulders for a second?”

Mila blinks. Ah—he must think she’s Hwayoung. She opens her mouth to correct him, only for him to beat her to it.

“I think I’m going to die, seriously…”

He all but whines like a puppy, kicking his legs in frustration while his head remains buried in his cushion. Mila can’t help the grin that spreads across her face. She didn't expect the hot heartthrob from the entrance test to have such a cute side. But she’s not complaining.

It makes the idea of being under the same roof as him to be a lot less intimidating.

Mila decides to take pity on the poor guy and walks over to sit next to him on the couch, where he still hasn’t moved from his ‘play dead’ position. She brings her hands to his shoulders and imitates the same motions that Jay uses when he massages her own shoulders. She has to hold back a giggle when he melts into the couch like butter on a hot pan.

“That feels nice...” His voice is muffled by the cushion, but clearly content.

“Good,” she says with a teasing tone.

It takes a few seconds for Mila to get a response. She swears there’s a loading sign above Jaeyun’s head and the sound of an overheating computer drive, as if he’s still comprehending that she isn’t the one he thought she was.

Jaeyun jumps up from his position on the couch like he was shocked by a defibrillator. He faces Mila with wide eyes. “Hi,” he says breathlessly.

Mila giggles. She almost feels bad for tricking him.

Almost.

“Hi.”

They continue to stare at each other, Mila with a smile and Jaeyun with a gape—and, wow, they’re pretty close. Mila’s eyes widen a bit at the realisation.

Jaeyun sat up so suddenly in his surprise that they ended up almost face to face. She can practically count his eyelashes from here. If this were a scene in a Kdrama, there would be romantic music playing in the background. In fact, Mila feels like this is a scenario her thirteen-year-old self would have made up about her nonexistent future boyfriend.

Erm, what? No. Definitely not.

(But anyone else would definitely be thinking the same in her place, to be fair.)

How does a normal person respond to this situation?

Mila opens her mouth, but fortunately doesn’t have to resort to saying something extremely bizarre to redirect the situation to something less… awkward. She can almost hear a broken record when Hwayoung takes that opportune moment to walk into the room, carrying a tablet.

Mila is the first to gather her wits and leans away from Jaeyun to face Hwayoung as if nothing happened. “Hi, Unnie!”

Hwayoung’s expression shows that she’s surprised by Mila’s presence, but still manages to look warm and inviting. “Oh, you’re here? How’s it going?” 

Mila shrugs. “Okay, I guess. How about you?”

“I’ve been better,” Hwayoung replies.

At this point, Jaeyun is still staring at Mila while she converses with Hwayoung—probably still in shock. It’s quite endearing, actually… even if she only catches it from the corner of her eye because she can’t really look at him right now.

Hwayoung takes a seat next to Mila, giving her an excuse to turn her head away from Jaeyun’s direction. “I just think I’m falling behind.”

Mila nods understandably. She doesn’t even have to pretend to sympathise. “Is there any specific part that you’re struggling with?”

Hwayoung sighs as she takes a seat on the couch, slouching against the backrest in a defeated manner. “Well…”

Hwayoung picks the tablet up to show Mila which sections that she’s struggling with, while Milea listens intently to what she’s saying. It isn’t until she feels another presence against her back that she remembers that Jaeyun is still in the room.

“Oh, yeah, I was having a hard time with that, too,” he says over Mila’s shoulder. She can feel his hair tickling her cheek. To her surprise, he rests his chin on her shoulder, and she resists the urge to freeze up.

Mila’s not used to people initiating skinship with her so quickly—much less the opposite sex. Sunghoon had an aversion to touch (actually, maybe it was just an aversion to Mila) when they first met; Jay was too much of a gentleman to initiate any contact, unless she did so first; and Heeseung had a girlfriend at the time, so it wouldn’t have been appropriate to be too cosy with him.

Mila thinks she enjoys this change, though. Jaeyun has a warm and friendly presence, and she likes people like that. (Platonically, of course.)

“I’m just scared that I’ll end up bringing down the performance,” Hwayoung says.

Mila’s head whips towards her at breakneck speed.

“Don’t say that! We still have another six days left to catch up, it’s way too soon to start with the negative self-talk.” Mila takes the tablet from Hwayoung. “You know what? I was going over this not long ago with Ni-ki, and I think I’m pretty okay with it. Why don’t I give you a rundown?”

Jaeyun lifts his chin from her shoulder. “Really?”

Hwayoung looks hopeful, though a little hesitant. “I don’t want to bother you…”

“I wouldn’t have offered it if it bothered me,” Mila assures.

“Still…”

This is a team performance, isn’t it? If you ask Mila, it’s more productive to help everyone do better than going off on her own. So why shouldn’t they practise together? 

She turns to Jaeyun for the first time since their little moment together, looking for backup. “Is that okay with you?”

Jaeyun doesn’t hesitate to accept. Hwayoung is more confident as a result to hop on the offer for a Mila-masterclass.

Mila feels like one of those zumba instructors on YouTube with the amount of absurd sound effects and analogies she uses to explain every motion. But they apparently work like magic, since the atmosphere is much lighter than before and she sees a significant improvement in both Jaeyun and Hwayoung.

It’s just in time, too, because Heeseung decides to jumpscare everyone by suggesting individual evaluations.

Needless to say, they all become the surprised Pikachu personified.

The trainees gather in one of the practice rooms. Kiara instantly notices when Mila walks in and looks at her like she killed her cat or something. (She would never; Viva is far too cute.)

“We were looking for you,” Kiara says

Mila blinks, not sure what a correct response would be for this particular scenario. “Who’s ‘we’?”

Kiara rolls her eyes. “Heeseung was asking about you. You said you would be back but didn’t.”

“Ah—right!” Mila scratches her cheek bashfully. She really does feel bad, but unlike the others, Hwayoung and Jaeyun didn’t have anyone helping them out already. “Sorry, I was helping Hwayoungie-unnie and Jaeyun–...ssi?”

Kiara gives Mila a funny look at the honorific that she assigns Jaeyun (she doesn’t know why she did it either, okay?) and shakes her head with a sigh. “It’s fine. Let’s just sit down and get this over with.”

Mila obediently follows Kiara and takes a seat next to Yumeko, who greets her with a smile. Hwayoung joins them not long after, but this time without Jaeyun by her side. No surprise that all four of the girls would end up flocked together like a herd of sheep.

Kiara is first to perform. It honestly isn't a surprise, though, and neither are the looks of awe and amazement from the trainees as she effortlessly performs the signal song choreography. Mila is practically vibrating with excitement by the end.

“Unnie, you’re so cool!” she yells, causing Kiara’s lips to twitch up into a smile, before she hastily straightens it again to receive her feedback.

“That was basically perfect.”  Riki has nothing but good things to say, and Heeseung nods in agreement as well as he adds his own feedback.

“This is the standard I want to be able to see from everyone,” Heeseung says.

Mila isn’t surprised that he says that. Kiara has always been the gold standard for trainees, and it’s not changing anytime soon.

Kiara smiles in satisfaction as she walks back to her spot, where the other girls all welcome her back with well-deserved praise.

“I’d hate to go after that,” Yumeko says with a sigh.

Kiara scoffs. “Please. Everyone knows you’re one of the best dancers here.”

Hwayoung and Mila nod like a couple of Hawaiian bobblehead figures on a taxi dashboard. “That’s right!”

Yumeko laughs, clearly pleased by their praise. Then as if by fate’s design, Heeseung looks at the eldest female. “Yumeko-noona, you’re up next.”

Mila lets her inner cheerleader everytime someone steps up for their evaluation. But when it’s her turn, she’s hyping herself up like one of those fitness coaches whose idea of motivation is constantly yelling.

It works pretty well! The extra practice with Jaeyun and Hwayoung pays off for her as much as it did for them, and she ends up being complimented with a, “You did good,” from Ni-ki (yay!) and a curt nod from Heeseung (yay?), who immediately calls out for the next person. 

Mila can’t complain, since she didn’t get insulted, and that’s the worst case scenario—even if she knows it realistically would never happen. So she shrugs it off (but not really) and walks towards the other girls to take a seat.. 

Or tries to, anyway.

Her shoelace suddenly becomes untied for some reason and she almost falls flat on her face in front of everyone. There’s a dramatic gasp from somewhere, but fortunately no dramatic fall. Mila’s incredible balance stops her before gravity can pull her down, and while she still ends up feeling embarrassed, it’s not as bad as if she just went splat like an egg right there and then.

“Oops,” Mila whispers as she looks down at the solace that she could have sworn she double-knotted.

Mila starts to bend down to tie her shoelace. But before she can, another person sweeps in for the rescue, kneeling in front of her to grab the untied laces in their hands.

Mila blinks down at the back of Heeseung’s head.

He stays silent as his long, slender fingers twist the laces into a tight knot, ensuring it won’t come undone for a second time. He doesn’t say anything until after he’s done. “Be careful.”

He looks up at her, and for a second she’s taken aback at how gentle his eyes are. Her mind goes blank like it usually does every time she sits a maths exam.

“Thanks,” Mila blurts out, before she’s shuffling away at light speed, ignoring the eyes that follow her. She takes a seat next to Kiara, then suddenly covers her cheeks with her hands—which, of course, are warm.

Yumeko nudges Mila, and when she looks up, both she and Hwayoung are looking at her with a dangerous glint in their eye.

“What was that about?” Yumeko asks with a teasing smirk.

“What?” Mila asks, playing dumb. All she has to do is blink her wide eyes at them, and they’re shaking their heads as if they know something she doesn’t.

Kiara snorts next to her. “Favouritism.”

Mila doesn’t really get it, so she turns her attention back to the evaluations. Everyone’s so weird today…

When evaluations are over and trainees swarm to the kitchen, Mila is possessed by a relative of the Cookie Monster. A few I-Landers watch in awe as she single-handedly gobbles down two entire bowls of tteok-bokki, mixed with cheese, sausage, and hot spicy chicken ramyeon—with a corn cob on the side.

Yumeko is baffled, absolutely befuddled. “Where does all of that food even go?” 

“That’s awesome!” Nicholas exclaims, as if he just witnessed a Guiness World Record being broken. (Who knows? He probably did.)

“I don’t know if ‘awesome’ is the word for it,” Geonu says. He blinks at the empty bowls in front of Mila, who is now drinking a glass of orange juice. “That’s just scary.”

Sunghoon walks past, unfazed. “You get used to it.”

Is it attractive? No. But Mila can hardly be expected to eat dainty, bite-sized pieces of food while sitting with a neatly placed napkin on her lap when she spent the whole day doing the equivalent of several Arnold Schwarznegger workouts.

A girl’s gotta eat!

Mila leaves her spectators behind with a flip of her hair and tosses her dishes in the sink after Mama Bear Kiara offers to wash them for her. She decides her next agenda will be to find Heeseung, so she can bother—ahem, respectfully request his attention.

Mila doesn’t, however, because ends up zooming to the bathroom when the overload of spice and cheese from her lunch decides to have a wrestling match in her stomach.

By the time Mila’s left the bathroom, I-Land feels… different. It suddenly feels a bit chilly, and the halls are a little more dim than before. She can’t have spent that long in the toilet, so she doubts it’s close to evening already. So what is it then?

Mila starts to wonder if this might be the work of a ghost from the nearby cemetery and almost starts to freak out—but then Kiara is stomping towards her, looking absolutely livid, and she thinks she would prefer a ghost as company, actually.

To be honest, nothing is scarier than Cranky Kiara. Especially when you’re the reason she’s cranky.

Fudgesicles.

Mila tries thinking back on everything that happened today and see if there was anything she did to piss Kiara off. She has nothing. She doesn’t even have a chance to ask.

“Some people—“ (Mila can tell Kiara is trying not to curse like a sailor when she says this.) “—were talking about Heeseung behind his back and now they want to make Ni-ki take his place, so we have to go to the lobby for a meeting.”

Mila gapes like a fish out of water. Then the confusion fades, and she feels a rush of anger through her at the thought of someone having the audacity to talk badly about Heeseung—and now they want to replace him, after everything he’s done for the team?

“Who did?!”

Son of a biscuit! She doesn’t care who it is. When she gets her hands on them—

“Oh don’t worry, I already chewed them out for it.” Mila feels herself calm down a little, because Kiara is able to make grown men cry with her glare alone.

But still! How dare they? 

She doesn’t care if people find her about as threatening as an angry Pomeranian, no one gets to bully her friends and get away with it!

…Except, they end up kind of getting away with it?

It’s a long story, but Mila doesn’t really care for the details. All she needs to know is that Ni-ki is now the centre, and Heeseung is somewhere alone because a group of trainees decided they don’t like his leadership—which is crazy to Mila, because she didn’t see any of them step up to the task when they were trying to find someone for the spot.

It’s a little too soon to be having this much trouble in paradise, if anyone asks Mila. But obviously that doesn’t matter on a survival show.

She might not have been that far off with her egg analogy on the first day.

Mila thinks back to when she bumped into Ni-ki earlier on and he seemed to be troubled. Is this the reason? That can’t be the reason, right? He doesn’t seem like the type to go behind someone else’s back…

Then again, it’s not like she knows many of the trainees here in general. Not Hwayoung, not Yumeko, not Jaeyun—and not even Sunoo. Kiara, Jay, Sunghoon and Heeseung have been her only real friends for so long, and even they’re competing against each other for a chance to debut.

Well, screw that! She doesn’t care if this is a competition, they’re still supposed to be a team!

Mila sighs as she hugs her panda plush to her chest, staring at the ceiling of her shared room with the other girls. She feels a little restless thinking about how Heeseung walked off earlier, asking for some alone time.

“I hope Oppa’s okay,” she mumbles to no one in particular.

Who is she kidding? She would be bawling her eyes out if she was in Heeseung’s position.

Kiara is just as worried as Mila is. She can tell because the older girl has been checking the clock every five minutes before busying herself with cleaning their already spotless sleeping quarters. It’s an anxious habit of the older female that Mila has picked up after befriending her.

“Unnie, can’t you go check on him?” Mila asks, leaning on her side to face Kiara as she fluffs a pillow. “You’ve known him the longest. I think you’d be able to talk to him.”

Kiara pauses for a second, before sighing. “Even I can't usually get through to him when he wants to be alone…” Kiara looks at her, and it’s like a lightbulb goes off inside her head. “But why don’t you give it a try?”

“Me?” Mila asks. She really wants to, of course—but she’s not confident that she will be able to provide the comfort that he needs. 

“Or you can leave him alone.” Kiara shrugs. “It’s your choice. But if you ask me—I think you would have the best luck at cheering him up.”

Mila doesn’t really know how she can, but Kiara seems confident, and if there’s one thing Mila’s learnt, it’s that Kiara knows best. So, she ends up walking through the halls of the dorms, mentally preparing a speech for when she sees Heeseung, all while clutching her panda plushie to her chest because the place somehow seems really creepy now that it’s empty and nighttime.

She once again remembers the cemetery that’s supposedly close by, and feels a shiver up her spine. It’s horrible timing to be thinking of it now—especially because the lights suddenly turn off.

Mila instantly turns on her heels to look at the direction of the light switch.

“H-hello?” she calls out shakily.

Her voice is answered by the sound of something falling from the pantry.

Mila shrieks like the frightened teenage girl she is. She instantly turns around and takes off in the opposite direction. It’s a bit difficult to do in her slippers, though, so it’s more accurate to say that she’s shuffling instead of running—which isn’t going to help much if she’s racing against a ghost.

She can hear the sound of her own heart pumping in her ears now. It’s loud enough that she doesn’t register the footsteps heading towards her—in the direction that she’s escaping—until she bumps into a solid, human chest. “Ack!”

A pair of hands grasp her shoulders to stop her from falling back from the recoil.

“Are you okay?”

Mila holds her nose as she looks up at Heeseung. She suddenly forgets about the ghost from earlier after seeing his face as she remembers her mission. “Oppa! Just in time—I was looking for you.”

“Did something happen?” Heeseung asks, straightening his shoulders. He looks worried, which is supposed to be Mila’s job right now. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m supposed to be asking you that,” Mila says. “I came to check on you. Are you okay? Do you need anything? I didn’t want to bother you since you asked to be alone, but I didn’t want you to be alone…”

“You didn’t have to worry about me,” Heeseung says.

“But I do!” Mila protests. “You were doing your best to make sure our performance goes well. It made me really mad when I found out people were talking about you behind your back after everything you did. What did you do so wrong?”

Heeseung blinks down at Mila. “You got angry?”

Why on earth does he sound so surprised? Mila is almost offended.

“Of course I did! You’re my friend. I’m sad when you’re sad, and I feel hurt when you get hurt. But I don’t know how to make you feel better.”

Mila realises she’s starting to get fired up all over again and sighs. Heeseung is visibly taken aback by her sudden outburst and she starts to feel embarrassed at having gotten so emotional when she’s not even the one who was wronged.

Mila looks down at her feet. “Sorry. I’ll leave if you want me to—but there’s a ghost in the kitchen, so I might need you to give me a few seconds to prepare myself—”

Mila doesn’t get to finish her sentence when Heeseung laughs. His eyes are bright, and not at all like they looked earlier before, so something good must have happened. She tilts her head in curiosity, when he pulls her to his chest, before wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She stands there for a few seconds to comprehend the action. Then she’s shifting her panda plush under her arm so she can hug him as closely as possible.

She’s pretty tall herself, standing at around 173 centimetres, but Heeseung is still a lot taller than she is, to the point he can rest his chin on the top of her head. It’s kind of comforting–even though she’s not the one who’s supposed to be comforted right now.

“I’m feeling better now,” he whispers. “Thank you, Mimi-yah.”

Mila feels herself relax in his arms at the certainty in his voice, albeit hesitantly. “I didn’t really do anything, though…”

Heeseung hums. “No. You being here is enough. For some reason, hearing about how you got angry on my behalf really makes me happy.”

It’s not something Mila expected him to say. But she understands his words as being spoken from gratitude of someone justifying any negative feelings he must have about today. Not that Mila is a psychologist or anything—but she thinks she would feel the same way.

Mila doesn’t trust herself to say something without embarrassing herself, so she just allows herself to enjoy his embrace. She  doesn’t know how long they stand there, but Heeseung eventually lets go first.

He pulls away to face her with a sweet smile, eyes twinkling down at her with mirth. “Let’s go back now.”

“Do you want some ramyeon first?” Mila asks. She pouts up at him. “You rejected me when I asked you before.”

Heeseung chuckles. “Sorry. But it’s getting a bit late for that, don’t you think?”

Mila shrugs. “There’s still time before lights out. We just have to eat super fast—oh, and keep an eye out for the ghost.”

Heeseung shakes his head, before letting Mila tug his arm towards the kitchen without a fight, where she cooks up for the two of them to enjoy before curfew.

“You know, you still haven’t told me if I did good today!” Mila points out suddenly, glaring up at the older male with round cheeks. “You were all like—” (Mila nods in imitation of Heeseung after her evaluation.) “—and didn't say anything else.”

Heeseung chuckles. “Sorry. But you did good,” he says indulgently, pinching her cheek slightly. “Don’t sulk.”

“Hmph, you could have said so,” she mutters under her breath.

“What’s that?” Heeseung leans down so that their faces are only a few centimetres apart. “Besides, you’re the one who ditched me for other trainees.”

Mila blushes at their proximity and almost chokes on her ramyeon. “That’s—! They needed help, and you seemed to be doing fine on your own.” 

Heeseung simply laughs at her, and his eyes light up ever so prettily. Mila wants to be annoyed, but seeing him smile so carefreely causes her to warm up on the inside. She can’t help the reciprocal smile that grows on her own face, because she’s just glad she can see him being happy.

Maybe Kiara was on to something when she said that Mila would be able to cheer Heeseung up and she has some superpower that lets her turn frowns upside down.

(…Or maybe, Kiara has finally figured out Mila’s little puppy crush on him, and knows that Mila would never let him be sad for a moment as long as she has anything to do with it.)

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#OO2. DOWN WiTH THE DEMOCRACY !

𝓘. ──── . . . MiLA DECiDES THAT THE i-LAND VOTiNG SYSTEM SUCKS.

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shall we go 𝓲NTO THE NEW WORLD ?

Mila’s first impression of I-Land is that it has a pretty unique concept—and by that, she means it’s pretty frigging weird.

The place itself is actually quite impressive as it reminds her a lot of those mansions in Kdramas where the main male leads typically live, so that’s five stars for accommodation. But she has to take away two-and-a-half stars because the elevator lift in the lobby is a literal egg.

It seems like a pretty random choice of decor at first, and could easily be brushed off as a nouveau riche’s poor attempt at avant-gardism. But Mila makes a very detailed analysis of it, like the certified Overthinker that she is, and starts to see a morbid symbolism in the creative direction of the entire show.

The whole theme of I-Land centres around the egg—and what do people do to eggs?

They break them.

Mila doesn’t want to be an egg! Even thinking about possibly becoming the next Humpty Dumpty—who, mind you, couldn’t be put back together again—would make her arm hairs stand on attention if she had any. (The strongly recommended ‘Idol Package’ at the BigHit-endorsed beauty salon robbed her of any and all body hair.) She does get a whole lot of goosebumps—but those are more so because someone just said that there’s a graveyard a few kilometres away from here.

Shiitake mushrooms.

“Stop thinking so hard and eat.” Kiara’s voice brings Mila back to Earth.

The older female is currently piling her plate with food from the platters that were laid out in a totally non-suspicious manner on the island bench when the I-Land trainees first walked into the kitchen. Mila looks down at her own hands and finds herself holding a plate that she doesn’t even remember grabbing. Weird. But she doesn’t think much about it—mainly because she’s too hungry to—and chomps on a chicken strip as she looks around her.

The other trainees are chowing down like this is a schoolyard potluck, and that would be a pretty wholesome sight aside from a few things: Firstly, most of them are teenage boys who don’t know how to use utensils. Secondly, four of the currently nineteen trainees in the room will be evicted from I-Land in a few hours.

Mila doesn’t really know who thought it was a good idea to let the trainees vote for who gets eliminated, when most of them aren’t even old enough to vote in the presidential elections and this decision seems just as life-changing. But whoever it was, they must not know teenagers that well. Most of the people here are more likely to vote for people they don’t really like, rather than people who don’t have skills.

That’s probably why Seon keeps hovering so much—but hey, no one heard it from Mila.

Mila has nothing against Seon. Everyone is doing what they must in order to survive; she can’t fault him for wanting to get on people’s good sides. The thing is, he has a pretty obvious bias towards Kiara—which is fair, considering she’s one of the strongest in this competition so far, but it forces Mila to awkwardly third-wheel in what was once her conversation with her friend. It gets to the point where Mila decides to just let the adults talk, and wanders around the place aimlessly like a child waiting for her mother to finish gossiping with their neighbours.

And just like a child, she manages to get lost.

Oop—

“Mila-noona!”

The sound of her name being called from behind her and approaching footsteps is the only warning Mila gets before she is attacked by the sight of Yang Jungwon’s lethally cute dimples.

“Ah, you scared me!” she says before she can really think, only to then beam in excitement when the initial shock fades. “Oh—Jungwonie! It’s good to see you!”

Jungwon smiles, fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. She notices that he always does it when talking to her—a nervous tick, perhaps? How adorable.

Mila gives two thumbs up. “You did a really good job today with your performance!”

“Thank you,” he replies, “Noona also did a good job.”

Mila giggles bashfully. “Thanks! Anyway, I’m glad I ran into you. We didn’t get to talk much earlier— Ah, but are you heading anywhere in particular?”

Jungwon shakes his head, his fluffy hair following his movement. “I was just walking around. What about you?”

“Same here.” Mila scratches the back of her earlobe bashfully and tilts her head. Her eyes avoid Jungwon’s and land on a random spot on the wall next to her out of embarrassment of her admission: “But then I got lost.”

Jungwon blinks and Mila laughs awkwardly. They don’t get to say anything because they’re interrupted by the sound of voices down the hall which get increasingly rowdy. Mila easily recognises it as the sound of teenage boys egging each other on. It seems like something is going down…

Hm, curiouser and curiouser.

“Some of the Hyungs said they wanted to check out the gym,” Jungwon explains. “That must be them.”

“Oh, really? Did Jay-oppa and Sunghoonie-oppa say they would be there, too?” Mila asks. When Jungwon confirms her assumption (it makes sense that those two would be in the gym), she makes up her mind. “Ah, in that case, I’ll go find one of them to bother. Thanks, Jungwonie! I’ll let you go now.”

She’d hate to pester Jungwon when he’s her dongsaeng—and not a particularly close one, at that. Every time they’ve come across each other, she seems to always be the one chatting his ear off, so she thought he might be glad to see her go. That must not be the case, though, since Jungwon frowns and volunteers to escort Mila to the gym himself.

Mila is surprised, to say the least—but in a good way. It’s a relief he doesn’t secretly hate her guts or something.

The two walk in a comfortable silence that’s eventually broken as they arrive at the gym. Mila isn’t surprised to see Jay and Sunghoon participating in some sort of fitness competition with the other male trainees, however she now feels a bit nervous because she realises she doesn’t know any of them. She may be a social butterfly, but that’s only in settings where everyone is equally as unacquainted as she is, or when she isn’t the only owner of a double-X chromosome in the room. Thankfully, she isn’t alone and Jungwon is right next to her—

Nevermind, he’s walking away…

Mila contemplates leaving and just trying her luck with her nonexistent sense of direction, when Jungwon looks over his shoulder and blinks in confusion after realising she’s not following him. “Noona, aren’t you coming?”

Even though Mila knows that he isn’t trying to put her on the spot, he still kinda does. Everyone in the room hears his voice, so they all turn to face Jungwon and greet him—which causes them to notice her at the door. There is a brief silence where they all just stare at her like she’s the cow that jumped over the moon. But then Jay—thank goodness—pokes his head out from the centre of the boy’s club gathering and locks eyes with her.

Mila blurts out a relieved, “Oppa!”

“Mimi-yah?” She’s never been so glad to hear that nickname before. “Did you come to take a look at the gym?”

Jay walks over to her and she immediately feels better now that she has someone to hide behind. She can still feel some of the looks from the other trainees, so she shuffles closer to Jay. Mila briefly catches sight of Sunghoon in the background, putting a pair of dumbbells down, before she focuses back on Jay’s face.

“Not really—I was just looking for you and Sunghoonie-oppa,” Mila responds to his earlier question. 

“What for?” Sunghoon asks, appearing behind Jay. He stands shoulder to shoulder with his partner, and while it might seem intimidating to anyone else, she’s honestly comforted having them both so close. Not that she’ll admit that—least of all to Sunghoon. “I thought you said you wanted to meet new people.”

Sheesh. Is that pettiness Mila hears? 

…He’s not wrong, though.

Mila pouts. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I just wanted to see what you were up to—I was going to leave, anyway.”

And then she does her best impression of a puppy being left out in the rain—wide eyes, quivering bottom lip, and all—before turning on her heels to leave. Or tries to, anyway.

There’s a slight tug on her ponytail that has her stopping in her tracks. She turns to face Sunghoon with questioning eyes. He has a little smirk on his face, looking way too pleased with himself—like a cat that caught the cream. He totally has her figured out.

“Where are you going? You’ll just get lost.”

Again, he’s not wrong.

“Come on,” Jay says with a smile, before Mila can retort to Sunghoon’s taunt and they start bickering like they always do when they’re around each other. He places a gentle palm on her head. “We’ll introduce you to the others.”

The figurative rain clouds clear from above Mila’s head and she happily latches onto his free arm, earning a chuckle. Sunghoon, not one to be left out, snatches her other wrist and tugs it towards him. She lets him, savouring the warmth of his larger hand as it circles around her smaller one. (She does, however, make a show of keeping her hand in a fist she can’t hold his hand in return—not that he particularly cares.)

It's funny to think about how comfortable she is around them now, compared to when they first met two years ago. At that time, she had always been just a bit more hesitant to get to know the two of them, simply because she was intimidated. But they are softies underneath their tough guy exteriors—a pair of human teddy bears, really. It just took Sunghoon winning a penguin plushie for her at an arcade and Jay walking her to school one day for her to see that.

When they turn to face the other trainees, they all put on their best show of pretending they weren’t peeking at the three of them like curious housewives just moments ago. Jungwon looks the most curious of all of them, though Mila spots some concern—probably because of how she retreated into her shell like a hermit crab not long ago—which makes her want to ‘awww’. But he looks assured enough when she shoots him a genuine smile.

With Jay and Sunghoon acting as her moral support, Mila feels a lot more at ease and introduces herself confidently. The other trainees do the same and the small talk starts from there. It’s obvious that they’re being courteous of her since she’s the only girl in the room right now, as they aren't nearly as rowdy as they were when Mila heard them from down the hall earlier—but honestly, it’s kinda sweet.

They’re all kinda sweet, actually.

It doesn’t even take her five minutes to warm up to them, and she finds herself demonstrating a pistol squat to officially inaugurate herself into their group of gym junkees. (It’s a good ego boost when she realises that most of them can’t actually do a pistol squat.)

Mila barely notices the two-hour waiting period pass her by. There’s only five minutes left when Mila finds her way back to Kiara. This time, the older female is with Heeseung and the Crown unit consisting of Hwayoung, Sunoo and Jaeyun. She doesn’t know how to feel about that, though, since Jaeyun hasn’t managed to get any less attractive in the past few hours. And, yeah, that’s a problem.

How long did it take her before she got used to Sunghoon’s visuals again?

She’s so screwed.

“Oppa!” Mila calls as she takes a seat next to Heeseung. “I was looking for you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

She spent around half an hour in the gym with Sunghoon and Jay before she decided to embark on a journey of Finding Heeseung™, only to find everyone except for him. No, really. She managed to bump into literally every other trainee in the place before she finally saw him—and only because she was looking for Kiara, who happened to be with him.

Well, at least she knows her way around I-Land pretty well now.

“Ah, really? Sorry.” Heeseung softly strokes her hair—it’s basically a reflex for him by now—and she relaxes in her chair. “Did you need me for something?”

Mila shakes her head, before resting her cheek on his shoulder. “Not really. I just didn’t get to talk to you earlier…”

(She pointedly makes sure she doesn’t say, ‘I missed you,’ because contrary to popular opinion, she isn’t clingy, thank you very much.)

Heeseung smiles at this and his eyes do that thing that they do, where they look like honey is dripping from them. Before she can say anything, he playfully pinches her cheek. “Cute.”

The Crown unit across from Mila looks a little taken aback by the causal display of affection—which is fair enough. She was the same way at first, too.

When Heeseung first did it, Mila thought that he was possessed by the spirit of someone’s late aunt and almost doused him with a salt shower. But after two years of knowing him, she’s gotten used to the cheek pinches, head pats and his altogether treatment of her like she’s a particularly cute and small animal that he wants to put in his pocket and carry everywhere with him—even if she’s not particularly cute or small. 

Mila just learnt to accept Heeseung’s doting. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a lonely, touch-starved only child with parental issues, and soaks up all forms of affection that she receives like a desperate sponge. No siree.

Kiara passes Mila a pillow, which she takes gratefully. She rests her chin on it, her cheek still on Heeseung's shoulder, while her eyes start gazing into the distance. She can smell Heeseung’s cologne really well from here—which isn’t at all a weird thing to say about her guy friend—and it feels oddly comforting. (And, again, not weird at all.)

Sunoo suddenly taps Mila’s foot with his own. “You shouldn’t fall asleep,” he teases with a smile, causing her to giggle.

“Not like I could if I wanted to,” she replies. “I’m still not sure about what I’ll do with the vote.”

“Ah, don’t remind me!” Jaeyun aggressively runs a hand through his hair, and tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I’m nervous!”

“Don’t be, you guys did good,” Heeseung assures kindly.

“Right.” Kiara takes a seat on one of the beds, as the seats are currently occupied by the Mila, Heeseung and the Crown unit. “For people that didn’t have much training or even know each other for long, your performance and chemistry as a group was really solid.”

Sunoo covers his mouth with his hands, eyes crinkling with delight. “Really?” 

Mila nodded vigorously. “Even if anyone votes you out, it will be because they’re threatened by you, or just don’t want to vote out their friends. You all deserve a spot in I-Land as much as anyone else in here!”

Jaeyun tilts his head and looks at Mila like he’s in thought. She ignores him in favour of Hwayoung, who musters a smile, visibly less shaken than before. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Sunoo puckers his lips and nods. “I guess I won’t feel too bad then if I get voted out.”

Mila doesn’t get the chance to say anything in return. The alarms blare, much like they did for the Entrance Test, and the announcement is made for Niki—who Mila remembers from the SuperM unit—to enter the voting room. Alone.

Well, then…

If the anxiety of the elimination itself wasn’t already stifling enough, the anticipation of waiting for their turn to vote is enough to figuratively choke someone out. By the time it’s Mila’s turn, she can’t even bring herself to have both her eyes open as she presses the screen. Someone would think she murdered someone when she finally walks out of the voting room with a face that screams ‘Guilty, your honour!’ and Kiara even jokingly asks whether she left any evidence behind.

Mila considers making the older girl carry her to the lobby—where the trainees must gather for the announcement of eliminees—since Kiara is so Unbothered by the whole thing. But then Mila remembers that she’s too tall to be carried by her significantly shorter unnie (“You’re only five centimetres taller, you brat!”), and unfortunately has to drag herself there.

Mila finds a random place to sit herself down and resists the urge to cover her eyes and ears like she’s watching a horror movie and awaiting a jumpscare. She’s not sure whether or not she will be the one to leave, or one of her friends; she just hopes it’s neither.

She jinxes it.

The first eliminee is announced. It’s Kim Sunoo.

Mila hasn’t known him for long, but she feels slighted on his behalf. He definitely doesn’t deserve to leave—and not as the trainee with the most votes against him. She already knew that some bias would be present in the voting, but it doesn’t alleviate the disappointment she feels to see him go. Mila actually brings Sunoo into a hug when she says her goodbyes, which is something she doesn’t do much with people she just met—men especially—yet feels oddly comfortable initiating with the boy. He seems to appreciate it, too, and even rubs her back a bit in a comforting manner.

As if Mila is the one who needs it right now.

“Come back again, okay?” Mila says as they separate. “You’re my only 03-liner friend, remember? I’ll be lonely without you.”

“Ay, you’ll probably meet more here anyway.” Sunoo laughs when she protests with the fact that he’s her first, which holds significant importance. And Mila is just grateful that he can be so bright in a situation like this. “Okay. I’ll make sure to come back just for you.”

Mila can’t help but smile. (Her cheeks feel a little warmer, too, but that’s not the point.) He’s awfully bold to be saying stuff like that to a girl he met not long ago, although she supposes she’s no better in the department of shamelessness.

She steps aside to let the Crown unit walk him to The Egg while she says her well-wishes to Taki, EJ, and Sunghchul. Then they’re on their way.

Ground, huh? Mila hopes it treats them well.

As for her, she’s left in the I-Land lobby with the remaining fifteen trainees, who celebrate their newly gained status as the top dogs in this food chain. But then the events of the day eventually catch up to them and night time doesn’t come soon enough.

Mila unfortunately can’t sleep well in unfamiliar environments (when she first moved to Seoul, it took her a few months to adjust to the BigHit dorms) and ends up tossing and turning until she decides to stumble around in the dark to sneak into Kiara’s bed. Not her idea of a good night's sleep. It doesn’t help when the reason she wakes up the next morning is the buzz of activity that comes from the other rooms down the hall because of everyone who is already up and about.

Mila is hoping this won’t be a regular thing, but knowing her luck, it probably will. And that’s crazy to her—because who on earth wakes up this early in the morning anyway?

Oh— Wait. Is that the time?

Nevermind then, Mila just woke up really late.

“Hey there sleepyhead,” Yumeko—one of the four only female trainees in I-Land—greets as she walks into their shared room. (The girls ended up together since everyone agreed it would be too awkward to share rooms with the opposite sex so early on—which kinda implies it will happen eventually, but that’s a future problem.) “How did you sleep?”

Mila hums, rubbing her eyes. “Not long enough.”

Yumeko laughs.

Mila knew of the older girl (a 00-liner, making her the eldest female in the competition) because, aside from being a fellow BigHit trainee, she also happened to always be the top of the girls’ rankings in dance—a title that Mila always missed out on by one rank in the past. She just never got to meet her properly until yesterday.

Mila wants to consider the Japanese female a rival, but she’s never been particularly competitive (it’s a wonder she did competitive cheerleading, or that she’s even on this show at all) and it’s not really her style. Besides, Yumeko is just that good; Mila knows she probably won’t stand any chance, anyway. Her cover of NCT U’s Cherry Bomb during the Entrance Test yesterday blew any delusions of stealing that number one rank from her out of the water.

“Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, then,” Yumeko teases. She throws on a hoodie over the tank top she is wearing and Mila can’t help but notice she’s really toned. Dayum. “The bathroom should be free if you want to wash your face and brush your teeth.”

Mila nods, feeling as gross she must seem, and also throws a hoodie over her head. She slept with a bra last night because she remembered the cameras in all the bedrooms (which would be pretty weird in any other setting—not that it isn’t still weird, anyway), so she isn’t worried about accidentally flashing anyone. But her hair is probably a bird’s nest right now, so the hood is there to cover her head as she pads towards the bathroom.

Yumeko is right about it being free, thankfully, so she doesn’t worry about taking her time to fix her appearance. She is just leaving when Geonu walks in, and she immediately beams. “Good morning!”

Geonu jolts in surprise. It’s kinda understandable, since Mila did just appear like a wild Pokémon jumping out of a bush. To his credit, though, he doesn’t scream or anything embarrassing like that and returns her greeting rather calmly. “Did you sleep well?”

Mila makes a seesaw motion with her hand. “So-so. I’m not really a morning person, though. And Oppa?”

“Same here,” he replies. “But you’re really energetic for someone who isn’t a morning person.”

Mila tilts her head and scrunches her nose. “Really? I guess that’s just how I am…”

Geonu, for some reason, laughs. It lacks any mockery in it, but has something there that makes Mila wonder if she said something funny. “Has anyone told you that you remind them of a bunny?”

Mila blinks. Because yes, actually, people do. “How did you know?”

Geonu shakes his head with an amused huff. “Just a feeling.”

Mila doesn’t really know what to say to that, so she shrugs instead. Oh well—as long as it’s nothing bad. “Well, I’ll let you wash up in peace. See you around!”

Geonu hums and bids her farewell.

Mila skips towards the kitchen, feeling much better now that she doesn’t look like she came off the set of Train to Busan. She’s in the middle of pouring herself a bowl of cereal when those alarms from hell start blaring and she flinches so strongly that cereal ends up flying out of the box in her hand and onto the floor.

Krabby patties.

Mila curses, bending down behind the counter to pick some of the flakes off the floor. Then a group of trainees bulldoze through the kitchen like a mob of fangirls when they spot their idols, and she decides that she’s not moving fast enough. She unlocks her inner janitor and sweeps up the remaining cereal—or as much as she can, anyway—and tosses them in the bin in record time.

She decides to wisely uses the ten minutes she’s given until she needs to be at the lobby to shovel as many spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth (she doesn’t know what she’s in for or how it will take, so stocking up energy is a priority) and take a quick toilet break. Then she’s going full Naruto ninja-speed and zooms towards the lobby, completely forgetting that she’s wearing slippers—a huge mistake, really, since she stubs her toe on a step. Ouch. But at least she isn’t late for the announcement of the show’s next stage.

The Signal Song Test begins in earnest with the reveal of the show’s theme song, Into the I-Land. Once again, it’s up to the trainees to make the big decisions—including who gets which part.

Well, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if the number of lines were equal for all parts. But it looks like the producers of the show are aiming to make this whole survival show experience as accurate to the life of a real idol as possible, as there’s a huge disproportionality in the line distribution.

Mila doesn’t have any ambitions of getting the first part, so she naturally agrees with Sunghoon to throw Heeseung’s hat in the ring for it instead. As for the rest of the parts, they will be allocated by—surprise, surprise—a vote.

Mila does some mental gymnastics to come up with a strategy to bag the part she wants, and finally settles with the tried and true approach of Just Do It™. It seems to work pretty well, actually. She manages to get a part that appears in the centre twice, so she has some decent ‘look at me!’ time compared to the other parts.

The same can’t be said for others.

Jay has been rejected for every part so far, and seems like he’s ready to give up, but raises his hand again for the next part—and the part after that, and the part after that…

There’s now only one part left that has more than one line, and Mila knows if he doesn’t get it, it might do some serious damage to his confidence. It’s already taking a toll on him, as he has his head lowered so the bill of his cap covers his expression from her place across from him. And honestly, it hurts her heart to see it.

Jay has always been the epitome of tenacity, and he’s proven it already with his ability to keep raising his hand. Mila would have given up after the second rejection—maybe even the first. She just wishes she could do something to lift his spirits a little, even if it’s just enough so he can raise his head.

Mila ponders it for a moment, before she feels a lightbulb switch on inside her head. She raises her hand just as Heeseung prepares to move onto the auditions for the next part. “Oppa, I have a question!”

“Hm?” Heeseung immediately looks up from his tablet at the sound of her voice. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking…” Heeseung nods encouragingly at Mila. “Even if we give out the parts now, it's only based on vocals. What do we do if we get to dance practice and realise that someone can’t keep up with the choreography for their part?”

There are some nods from the other trainees, so Mila knows she’s not being completely outlandish.

“You’re right,” Heeseung agrees. “That’s why should consider every skill when we’re voting—dance and vocals are equally important. It’s better to vote for someone who you think can do both well.”

Mila nods sagely, pretending to think deeply about Heeseung’s words. “Ah, okay… So, if there's two people and they’re both pretty equal in vocals, but one happens to be much better at dancing, we should vote for that person?”

“Right.”

Mila smiles, satisfied with the answer and it’s intended result, as she notices Jay’s shoulders straighten a bit. “Okay, I get it now! Thanks.”

Everyone knows Jay is one of the best dancers in I-Land at this point, and Mila is more than confident that he’ll be able to sing the next part fairly well. There’s no reason for him not to have the part. It’s just that Mila gave everyone a little bit of a nudge in his direction by reminding them to keep an open mind.

It works like a charm.

“Okay,” Heeseung says after counting the votes, “this part is Jay’s.”

If Mila cheers a little too loudly at the announcement, that’s her business alone. But also, not really. From the smile that Jay sends her before mouthing, ‘Thank you,’ she knows that he figured out her little trick. She can’t seem to feel guilty about it though—well, not right now at least.

But of course, in a survival show like I-Land, nothing good ever lasts forever.

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#OO1. THE PRiNCESS & THE EGG

𝓘. ──── . . . MiLA FULFiLS HER CHiLDHOOD DREAM OF BECOMiNG A DiSNEY PRiNCESS iN THE WOODS.

🥚 𝓲-LAND EPiSODE 1 𓈀 4.0k ꗃ ❛ KOR, ENG, JP, CHi ❜ ✖ NO WARNiNGS! `⎚⩊⎚´ NEXT ꒰ NOTE ✦ There will be no mention of Lee Youngbin in this or any future episodes of I-Land because he’s trash. Also, the Korean aging system will be used for all I-Land chapters to avoid confusion.

shall we go 𝓲NTO THE NEW WORLD ?

Mila is halfway through a forest located in an unfamiliar sector of Seoul, when she thinks that she may have just signed away her life. And in a way, she is right—‘survival show’ being the first hint—but not quite in the way she was originally thinking with her overly active imagination. 

BigHit is about as trustworthy as an entertainment company can be in this day and age. Their company headquarters is an industrial building located at the same address provided on their website, and thankfully not an abandoned strip mall in the middle of a street that hasn’t been renovated since the revolution of push-button phones. They also have enough hotshots (well, technically only two if you don’t count acquired groups, but TXT and BTS honestly make up for it) under their label that any unsuspecting teenagers their scouting agents pounce on in the middle of the street are more likely to jump for joy than call the police.

Those are all green flags by industry standards, by the way.

A girl can do a lot worse than BigHit for her first idol traineeship, that’s for sure. But no one can fault Mila—a foreigner and a young woman—for doubting them just a tiny bit when the black vehicle, which was supposed to transport her to the venue of the new idol factory called I-Land, drops her off in front of a Hunger Games-esque forest and drives away before she can even turn her back to the road.

The one thing that eventually reassures Mila that she didn’t fall for an elaborate plot to traffic her organs is the fact that she has Kiara next to her. No one in their right mind would try their luck with her. (Well, that and Kiara actually made sure to carefully read every word on the contract for the show—fine print, included—before signing it.)

So by the time Mila is out of the woods and into the I-Land building, she’s already forgotten her momentary suspicion towards her perfectly respectable, lawful company.

Mila throws up a peace sign when she spots a camera on the way inside I-Land and shoots a smile-and-wink combo its way. She doesn't question why the lighting is barely brighter than the corridors of a nightclub (not that she knows what those look like, being only seventeen), and just follows Kiara, who easily navigates through the halls like the semi-professional Pac-Man player that she is.

The two girls eventually make it to a doorless frame which, in Mila’s humble opinion, resembles a gate to the afterlife with the way it’s practically glowing. It isn’t until she gets closer that she realises it’s because it leads right into another room—one with much better lighting. Mila has to squint a little to adjust her eyes to the sight of a bright, white stage in the middle of a black room, and long benches arranged in an upside-down U shape that several people are already seated on.

It looks like she and Kiara are one of the later arrivals. She’s honestly not sure whether to feel grateful that she wasn’t one of the first trainees—forced to wait for however long it takes for people to make it out of the Forest of Death—or unnerved by the fact that being one of the later trainees means there are just that much more people staring at her as she follows Kiara through the door.

Right. Well, then…

There is a bunch of whispering as the two girls enter the room—which, to be honest, is entirely expected. Kiara is a celebrity among trainees, even as a trainee herself. She is the epitome of the overachieving student that parents with high expectations compare their young, impressionable and insecure children to on a daily basis. Everyone has heard her name at least once in their time as a trainee.

Mila, on the other hand, is the overgrown puppy that is always seen following her everywhere, and has become something like a neighbourhood stray that everyone knows and gives free headpats and snacks to. A BigHit mascot, if you will.

In other words, they have a fair amount of clout.

Mila and Kiara watch as the other trainees stand and bow politely in greeting, causing both of them to return the gesture. Mila is somewhat distracted, though, because she’s trying to figure out how she’s supposed to get to them. Her face scrunches in confusion. There is no path connecting the platform that holds Mila and Kiara and the platform with the other trainees, which makes no sense.

She wonders if the interior designers of this building are fans of Subway Surfers and expect her to jump over the gaping space between the two platforms like she has a jetpack booster or something, because what in the world is this?

Mila jolts in fright when there is a sound of mechanical whirring and the platform that she is standing on begins to move forward without any warning. She immediately latches onto Kiara on reflex, and she swears she can see her soul flying towards the ceiling. So do excuse her language, but mothertrucker—

“That scared me!” Mila whisper-exclaims. There is a round of quiet laughter that reminds her she isn’t alone, and she immediately covers her mouth while side-eyeing the rest of the trainees, who seem to be fixated on her with looks of either amusement or admiration—or a little bit of both.

Ah. How could Mila forget? She is the trainee with the lauded title of ‘Best Face’ (no, really, it’s an actual superlative used by BigHit’s marketing team for the lucky duck they deem most likely to succeed as a visual in any group), and she is reminded of it when her ears manage to catch some of the comments about her from the other trainees.

It’s not hard to hear the overlapping whispers of “pretty” that take over the room. But she swears she hears someone—one of the younger male trainees, judging from the voice—say something along the lines of, “It’s a fairy!”

That comment in particular makes Mila smile, because dammit, that’s so cute!

Kiara turns to Mila with her typical resting bitch face (it could be the YG in her that’s responsible for it—but honestly, if you ask Mila, it’s simply because Kiara is just Like That). The older girl doesn’t say anything about Mila’s sudden giddiness, instead choosing to ask, “Where do you want to sit?”

“Hm?” Mila looks around. “Oh.”

The platform makes it to the seating area (finally—it was kind of awkward to stand on, with how slow it was moving) and she gets to look at the other trainees. She immediately recognises Heeseung in his tye-dye shirt, and Sunghoon and Jay are predictably standing next to him in black and white. Mila’s immediate thought is to sit next to them. But then she reckons that since they already know each other well enough, she should really get to know the other trainees she’ll be spending the next few months with.

It never hurts to make new friends, right?

Mila eyes an empty spot on the opposite end of the bench, between a guy in a green shirt and a female trainee.

That’ll do it!

“Let’s go here, here.”

Mila instantly tugs Kiara towards her chosen seat, and the boys sitting nearby instantly shuffle down to make more room for them. Mila recognises the sweet gesture for what it is, and gives them a small bow of gratitude. She then turns and bows to the female trainee—who is around her age, by the looks of it—before taking a seat. Kiara is taking a seat on Mila’s other side, closest to the guy in the green shirt, while Mila decides to greet the trainee next to her.

“Hi! I’m Mila by the way,” she says enthusiastically, “and this is my unit partner, Kiara.”

The female trainee instantly perks up, though she sports a flush on her cheeks. “I’m Hwayoung!”

To Mila’s surprise, Hwayoung then gestures to the two boys next to her—who are already looking straight at Mila. She didn’t get to look at their faces properly before, but now that she’s so close, it’s hard not to see just how handsome they are.

She never thought it possible for someone to give Sunghoon, or even Heeseung and Jay, a run for their money as the top placeholders of ‘Mila’s Most Handsome Faces.’ But wow, these two are cutting it close!

“These are my unit members, Kim Sunoo and Sim Jaeyun.”

So those are their names, Mila thinks as she stares at them unashamedly. But then Hwayoung’s words catch up to her, and she is forced to turn away, her head whipping towards Hwayoung with wide eyes. Both she and Kiara are shell-shocked as the two boys bow in greeting. “You three came here together?”

“Ah, yes…” Jaeyun chuckles and bites his lips (there’s no way that isn’t on purpose, right?), before running his hand through his hair. It’s a common nervous tick to have, so Mila can give him the benefit of the doubt. But she doesn’t think she’s ever seen someone be so flirtatiously nervous before, and she honestly doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve.

All she can say is, if he’s trying to fluster her, it’s working really well.

…He’s hot, okay?

“Now that I think about it, we’re probably the only mixed unit here,” Sunoo states.

“No kidding,” Kiara says. Even if this is a co-ed survival show, there haven't been many cases before the announcement of I-Land where male and female trainees perform together on their own accord. 

Mila opens her mouth to say something, but then makes eye contact with Jaeyun—who’s smiling in amusement—and all she can manage is a quiet, “Okay.” This earns her a heart-fluttering laugh from the boy, which in turn makes Mila malfunction. She blinks rapidly, and everyone next to her can probably hear the sound of a Microsoft Windows computer software crashing.

Mila clears her throat. “Anyway! Have you guys known each other for long?”

“Not really,” Hwayoung says, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. “We only met a few months ago. I was meant to audition with other girls, but they decided to withdraw at the last minute, so I was stuck without a group. Sunoo and Jaeyun offered to group together with me because they were also in a group of three, but had one member leave the company.”

“Ohhhh, that’s good it all worked out then!” Mila says with a smile. Hwayoung agrees with a nod. 

“How about you two?” Hwayoung gestures to Mila and Kiara.

“Ah, we’ve known each other for two years now,” Mila says. “Kiara-unnie was one of the first trainees I met when I first moved here from China.”

Kiara had been just as much as a legend even then, being a YG trainee before she moved to BigHit around a year before Mila arrived. She was the first person that made an effort to befriend Mila when she joined as the only foreign female trainee at the time. (Female trainees had been rare then, and foreign ones were rarer still. Now, of course, it’s a different story.)

That was virtually all it took before Mila decided to fixate on Kiara like newborn chicks do to the first thing it sees once it hatches. It helped that Kiara was one of the only fluent English-speaking trainees at the time, which—because of the lack of Chinese trainees—was invaluable for Mila in order to communicate.

To this day, people still express their surprise when Mila tells them that Kiara was the one to painstakingly lower her fever when she got sick for the first time as a trainee, or that she’s the one who irons her uniform every night so Mila can look presentable at school. They credit Mila for being able to thaw the Ice Queen’s so-called frozen heart. But really, Kiara has never been anything but a warm and loving soul.

“You must be close then.” Hwayoung says it in a way that’s not really a question but a statement. 

Mila immediately nods. “Exactly.” 

Kiara smiles from next to her.

“Ah—wait a second, you’re a foreigner?” Sunoo asks in shock. “Your Korean is so good, I didn’t expect it!”

“Thanks!” Mila laughs. She would sure hope so!

Between all the Korean lessons and being surrounded by the culture everyday for two years, Mila would be embarrassed if she weren’t able to hold her own in the language. The only times she’s needed to use English or Chinese since moving to Korea are when she’s with foreigners who aren’t as confident with any other language, or when she’s talking to family over the phone. She’s pretty proud of it, actually.

“You must have been young when you moved, then,” Hwayoung observes thoughtfully.

Mila hums non-committedly. “I was fourteen in international age, so I wasn’t that young then compared to some foreign trainees who leave home these days.”

“That’s still young, though?” Jaeyun says with comically wide eyes.

Mila laughs sheepishly. “We’re probably the same age, so I don’t know.”

“Speaking of which,” Kiara interjects, “how old is everyone here?”

Mila tilts her head. “Right. How should I address everyone? I’m a 03-liner…”

“Oh, really?” Sunoo suddenly perks up with excitement, jumping in before Hwayoung can respond. “I’m also a 03-liner, too!”

Mila feeds off his excitement, clapping her hands together. “Wah, seriously? I don’t have any same-age friends! This is so cool…” She does a little kicking motion with her feet without realising it, looking a lot like the giddy teenaged girl that she is. “You can talk to me casually, then!”

“You too, you too!” Sunoo beams. And, wow, he might be even prettier than she is, to be completely honest. 

“Huh? What about me?” Jaeyun asks, feeling a little left out of the sweet bonding moment. But then a lightbulb appears to flash above his head in realisation of something. He smiles widely again—damn him—and places a hand on his chest as he looks at Mila. “Oh, wait—I’m older than you.”

Mila blinks, eyes wide. “Seriously?”

She suddenly gets hit by deja vu. Because is it just her, or has she been in this situation before? Wait—no, she definitely has. A few years ago, it was Heeseung; then Jay, then Sunghoon—every time she meets a guy she finds particularly attractive, they happen to somehow be older than her.

Huh.

Well, let no one think that Milana Bai is anything less than consistent. She clearly has a type.

Jaeyun is still grinning at Mila and she stutters out a pathetic, “Okay,” since that is obviously the only thing she knows how to say when she’s flustered. 

Really, it would be much better if the boys on this show were average-looking, or less than—but that obviously isn’t the case. Whoop-dee-doo.

Hwayoung, the godsend, chooses that moment to interject into the conversation. She states that she is the same age as Jaeyun (Mila will probably have to address him as ‘Oppa’ eventually, won’t she?) and Kiara establishes her dominance as the eldest, being born in the good old year of twenty-zero-one. Then of course, Sunghoon and Jay, being the busybodies that they are, choose to invite themselves into the conversation to state their own ages as proud World Cup Babies—even though nobody asked.

She catches Sunhoon’s gaze, blinking questioningly as he stares at her—most likely because of her decision not to sit near them, when there had been a space next to Heeseung at the time Mila and Kiara arrived. The two have a little staring match, which doesn’t take long for Jaeyun to notice. His head turns left and right between them like he’s watching a ball being hit back and forth in a Wii tennis match.

“Do you all know each other?” Jaeyun asks, referring to Kiara and Mila, then to Jay and Sunghoon. (Heeseung is busy talking to some other trainees on his other side—which is probably for the best. It’s a bit cumbersome trying to talk to so many people while they’re sitting in a row.)

Jay nods. He glances at Mila, whose eyes are still locked with Sunghoon. “Yeah. We’ve all been friends for a while now.”

“Wah…” Sunoo and Hwayoung both seem impressed by this, for some reason.

“Right,” Mila affirms, “which is why it’s good to meet new people.”

She makes sure to direct the last bit at Sunghoon, who looks away, clearly sulking. He’s always been like that, though—always just a little bit possessive of the friends he makes. Sunoo, Hwayoung and Jaeyun are the opposite, however, and seem pleased by Mila’s words.

The ball is well and truly rolling now, and they chat without any awkwardness. There are a few intermissions due to new arrivals, which happens a lot until finally there are a total of twenty-nine trainees crammed onto the benches, looking like a colourful pasta necklace Mila would have made in elementary school. That’s a lot of trainees—especially considering that there are screens displaying the number sixteen, instead of the number of trainees there actually are inside the room right now.

“What do you think that’s about?” Mila asks Kiara, nodding towards the number.

Kiara shrugs. “Dunno. We’ll probably learn soon, though.”

True to her words, a blaring siren noise disturbs the peace of the room and causes more than one trainee to jolt in surprise. Mila is glad she isn’t the only one this time, but she thinks she may have let a little squeak escape her lips. Oops.

A voice soon follows, announcing the rules of the show to the trainees through many speakers located around the room in a cinema effect. Mila’s head admittedly drifts among the clouds for majority of the melodramatic spiel, but she manages to catch the important details. Basically, an audition will be held to decide the fifteen trainees worthy of entering the esteemed ‘I-Land’—and the ones who decide who enters will be themselves.

Inch-rest-ing.

Mila doesn’t even have to look at Kiara to know that she definitely wants to go first. It makes the most sense, after all.

No sooner than the voice finishes announcing the commencement of the so-called Entrance Test, Kiara is shooting up from her seat with Mila hot on her heels. They move so quickly that no one is able to react until they’re halfway to the stage. She can feel the way all the eyes in the room are pinned to her back, and is grateful that Kiara is here with her, or she never would have had the nerve to walk up so confidently—much less as the opening act.

But, well, Mila can’t really call it confidence if she feels like she might projectile vomit because of her nerves, can she? (Maybe she shouldn’t have had that chocolate donut on the way here, after all…) She barely registers having her mic attached to her, because her brain is trying to distract her in the only way it knows how to.

Aha, listen boy~ My first love story—

Mila clears her throat to stop herself from laughing out loud at her own thoughts. She instantly looks more confident though, and does her obligatory introduction without a hitch. “My name is Mila. I’m seventeen years old and I’m from China. I’ve been dancing for four years now.”

“I’m Kiara, and I’m nineteen years old,” Kiara starts to introduce herself—even though she really doesn’t need to. “My specialty is rap and songwriting.” 

They bow, and their audience applauds politely as they get into position. There’s a few loud beeps that serve as a countdown. At the end of it, Mila and Kiara instantly spring into action when the room resounds with the first few notes of EXO’s Call Me Baby.

Kiara starts the performance off on a strong foot with her strong rap, so Mila makes sure her efforts aren’t in vain and carries through with equally strong vocals. It gets time for the bridge—which is her time to shine—and she surprises herself with how good she sounds as she delivers her lines. (Then again, after hours and hours of drilled practice for this moment, it would be embarrassing not to deliver anything less than a peak performance.) She can’t see the trainees’ expressions, since the room is dark except for the stage, but she wants to imagine that they’re impressed.

And apparently they are.

Mila is practically heaving by the end of the performance (attractively, she hopes—she has an image to protect), after having used her lungs to their maximum capacity. But it’s worth it when she hears the applause that follows her finishing pose. She almost feels like a real idol, though she knows she’s a long way from being one. Still, she allows herself to savour the victory of today—watching with triumph as twenty-five hands fly into the air to vote for her spot in I-Land.

Mila feels the urge to fall to her knees in relief and wobbles on her way back to her seat like she’s jelly on a plate. She is greeted with warm compliments from her friends and feels the weight lifted off her shoulders. As everyone is settling down from the hype of her and Kiara’s performance, she manages to catch Heeseung’s gaze for the first time today. She feels her cheeks warming when he smiles softly at her before mouthing an unmistakable, “Good job.”

She hides her giddiness for the rest of the Entrance Test, but not very well. It shows in her actions anyway, since by the time the last group finished performing, she’s voted for twenty-five trainees—that is, everyone except herself and Kiara. 

It's a bit uncomfortable whenever someone is eliminated, as a bright red square is lit up beneath their feet like a beacon announcing their failure to the world. Fortunately for her close friends—and newer ones—they manage to pass with flying colours.

There are familiar faces, including a few of her fellow BigHit trainees. Aside from Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Jay, she sees Jungwon (who looks as cute as ever, she must add) and his unit perform All I Wanna Do by Jay Park, which is a pleasant surprise because despite being under the same label, Mila has never actually heard the boy sing before. He had been holding out on her. She had no idea his voice was so pleasant to listen to.

There were three male soloists—K, Seon, and another male her age named Hyunjoon.

There were also the other female trainees—four of them to be exact, excluding herself and Kiara. There was a duo of girls from Be:Lift—Sena and Gyuri—and a soloist, Yumeko, as well as Hwayoung, who was of course with Jaeyun and Sunoo. Their unit in particular left an impression, as they were the last to perform. But not only that, their performance of Crown was so endearing that she couldn’t help but smile, which she made sure to tell them as they returned to their seats with success.

“I was so thankful when you raised your hands for us” Jaeyun says with a smile. It’s fine, though, since he’s facing Sunghoon and Jay—oh, never mind, he’s turning to face Mila now. “Thanks so much.”

Sunghoon, thankfully, comes to the rescue and offers sincere if not awkward reassurance. “We voted for you because you’re good.”

Mila nods in agreement. But that isn’t really the only reason she voted for them—or everyone else. She just doesn’t see the reasoning behind her evaluating others trainees, when she herself is one too and doesn’t really know any better than they do.

(But there’s apparently more of them than the I-Land capacity allows—judging from the negative number being displayed on the screens—so she’s not sure how that’s gonna work out.)

Of course, not everything can be sunshine and rainbows on a survival show. Because viewer ratings are obviously dependent on the level of teenaged misery and drama that the producers can elicit from the trainees, this is probably the easiest that it’s ever gonna be. 

The real work begins as soon as Mila enters the abomination that will one day haunt her dreams years into the future, otherwise known as The Egg™. 

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[enmi-land]

miss you dia </3

oof, the dia feels be hittin' hard huh. i get ya dear nonie, her stories and presence are hard to forget 😅💕 wishing and hoping she chooses to come back someday 🤞

[enmi-land]

enmi-land/milakosoms works

a lot of dia’s work are missing so i apologize. @enmi-land i hope this helps and works. fingers crossed!!

mila files!

enhypen-g profiles!

mila & enhypen ships!

original rizzing up mila series!

loving you is a losing game lee heeseung

jay's chapter

i'm feeling lonely yang jungwon

just let me adore you kim sunoo

what are you willing to do? park sunghoon

can't get my mind off you jake sim

drive me insane ni-ki

my only loves ot7

rizzing mila up, revamped!

anti romantic

youtube!

enhyfun academy en-o'clock

dear en-diary en-o'clock

fanmade/social media!

mila and the great wall of enha

idols being whipped for mila

don't be suspicious

mila and her seven simps - the en-drama

iconic mila manifesto moments

mila with idols in a nutshell

weverse sus moments

ba ding!

love tropes with enhypen ot7

dark blood, bad blood ot7

oops (dbbb pt 2) ot7

like hot summer! hybe caters

the dimensional dilemma ot7

i'll be your boyfriend ot7

take two ot7

dangerous woman ot7

cool with you ot7

give me fever hyung line

i want it, i got it jay

knocking on your heart yeonjun, kiara

underwater ni-ki

young and beautiful ot7

bright like a diamond jake, sunghoon

daddy issues ot7

jealous ot7

incorrect quotes

moonlight heeseung

yes to heaven sunghoon

wildest dreams ni-ki

lovesick jungwon

all i want for christmas ot7

pretty girl ot7

love on my skin ni-ki

tough love ot7

love and war ot7

love language ni-ki

still you ot7

your name ot7

nonsense jake

take my hand sunghoon

gossip, rumor sunghoon & heeseung

scandals, headlines ot7

bright side sunoo

eras!

mila in dark blood

orange blood teaser

texts!

that should be me jay

02z texts

i-land!

episode 2.2

covers!

love talk

webtoon!

dark moon