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08 OUT OF FRAME!! - The Ghost of Relationship Past

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1720

TW : none (?)

The plaza wasn't very crowded that night.

The glow of the streetlights stretched long shadows over the brick pavement, and a few performers could be seen in the plaza's corners: dancers, singers, stunt performers...

Snack stands were also open, their bright signs and loud vendors gaining the attention of passerby. It was the perfect place to have fun, or in Y/N's case, scout some talent.

It was also the same place where Y/N and Jinu used to hang out in secret.

Y/N glanced at a familiar hidden corner and much to her dismay, her heart clenched. The worn-out bench they used to sit on was still there, next to the broken vending machine. She could still remember how she would lean against him as he tuned his guitar and asked if he sounded better in A minor or G major... Or whatever key it was.

Not that it mattered to her. She always thought he sounded lovely.

"He's still hanging around this place?" Y/N whispered in disbelief. "Unbelievable. He really is a sentimental jerk..."

Abby glanced at her, noting the way her voice shook a bit.

"You don't have to talk to him," He offered. "I can scout him for you if you want."

"No, I'll do it," Y/N mumbled. "I'm the manager."

"If you say so," Abby sighed as they continued to look for Jinu. "He's usually in the more quiet spots. And he should be wrapping up his performance soon."

"Which means we have to hurry, or else he's going to disappear as usual," Y/N grumbled. "That is... If he hasn't changed."

"Nope, I assure you: he's like a ghost," Abby joked, trying to lift the mood a bit. Y/N merely shrugged as they weaved past the crowd. A part of her hoped they won't find him. Maybe he had already left, or wasn't there to busk at all.

However, the louder part wanted to see him again. Because she missed him. Or maybe just wanted to prove she didn't. She didn't know.

"Ah, there he is," Abby pointed to a figure sitting in a quieter part of the plaza, singing into a battered mic, fingers dancing over the strings of a familiar guitar.

"He's..." Y/N trailed off.

'Just as beautiful as the day I lost him.'

She recognized the song he was singing. Of cousrse she did. It was the one they wrote on a rainy starry night while curled up in his apartment.

'Asterlayna', they had titled it. Meaning 'pathway of stars'.

'Even if you're walking that path without me

The stars I sent will forever keep you company'

She didn't think he remembered this song, let alone would want to perform it in public after their seperation.

And here he was: singing it like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

She watched him intently. In her mind, she was taken back to those nights in his apartment spent cuddling and whispering sweet words of love and affirmations.

And oh, she missed it so badly.

She wanted to be held again. She wanted to cry and have someone kiss away her tears. She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted it all back.

She wanted to feel safe. She wanted to be weak.

When Y/N snapped back to reality, a tear had already ran down her cheek, and the final notes of Jinu's song had faded.

"Thank you, everyone," he said into the mic with a polite nod. A few scattered claps rang out before the plaza quieted again.

"C'mon, let's go talk to him," Abby told her, already walking forwards.

"No," she grabbed his hand, then slipped some money into his hold. "Go get something for yourself and wait for me near the fountain. I'll talk to him myself."

Abby was silent for a moment, "are you sure?"

Y/N nodded, "I don't want you getting caught between my past problems with him."

"Alright then," Abby sighed, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck."

"Thanks."

Once Abby left, she took a deep breath, then approached Jinu who was busy packing up his equipment. Her hands shook with every step. Her mind told her to go back, but her heart was already sprinting forwards.

For now, she'd just have to stay strong a bit longer.

"Hi," Y/N tried her best to keep her voice steady and guarded. "It's been a while. You were great."

Jinu froze. He slowly turned to face her, eyes wide.

"Y/N...?" he whispered, clearly in disbelief. "I... What are you—"

"I wanted to talk to you," Y/N answered, gaze flitting to his equipment. "If you're free, of course."

Jinu's eyes widened more, if that was even possible, "talk?"

"We don't have to if you're not up for it—"

"No, no— I mean yes. Yes, we can talk," he fumbled with his words. "I just... I didn't think you'd want to even see me again. I thought you hated me."

"I-I don't," Y/N looked away. "Or... I do? I don't even know."

Silence lingered between them, neither really knowing what to say.

"I... Still play the songs we used to work on," Jinu said softly. "Some of the chords and lyrics are yours."

"That's sweet," Y/N admitted, hating how he always knew how to make her feel warm inside, "but it's mostly your work."

"Don't sell yourself short," he said almost too quickly. "Your lyrics are beautiful."

"You have to admit it's mostly you, though," Y/N insisted. "And you know what? That's exactly why I'm here: I need your help."

Jinu kept quiet, and she took it as a sign to continue.

"To put it short; I'd like you to join my boy band."

"Boy band?" Jinu echoed, raising a brow. "I saw some viral news recently: you and a bunch of guys... Something about a rap battle a brawl? Is this what that's about?"

"Sort of," she hummed. "The four of them agreed. I was going to debut just the four of them, but it felt incomplete."

She hesitated, then looked up to meet his eyes, "and then you came to mind."

Jinu's heart clenched. She thought of him? Even after everything?

"You have a great voice, you're good at making songs: lyrics especially," Y/N listed before a humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "Our rapper? He said he'd help write the lyrics, but he's so... Bratty, I'm worried he'll start writing about anarchy or something. So, we could use another lyricist. Plus, the guys are kind of unhinged, so we could use someone who can act like a decent leader."

Jinu chuckled at that, "sounds like you've got yourself a handful."

"More than a handful," Y/N let herself smile. "You can call it a zoo."

For a second, she wanted to forget all the business talk, as well as the space that had grown between them. Talking like this was so easy.

But what happened had happened, and the truth still stands: he had left her behind when she needed him.

"Anyways," Y/N cleared her throat, "that's the offer."

"Is this a good idea?" Jinu asked. "Scouting me. I mean, We have history."

"I'm wiling to look past it," Y/N tried to assure him. "I don't want to dwell on the past. It won't do me any good. Same goes to you."

Jinu couldn't bring himself to look at her, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I never intended to leave you. But I was scared. And I regret it everyday."

For a moment, Y/N didn't answer. She looked down at the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever, "you should've said something..."

"I know."

"What exactly happened?"

Jinu thought for a moment, trying to find the words to answer her.

"After the news spread," he started, "I got an earful from my agency. They shelved me shortly after. I wasn't allowed to release anything, so I started sneaking out to busk like this."

"Because singing is all you know," Y/N muttered, making him nod. She almost hated how she still remembered these things about him.

"And after they caught me busking, we got into another argument," he sighed. "I left the agency shortly later, but no one else would scout me because they see me as problematic."

Y/N looked away, guilt gnawing her heart. Why did she think he was enjoying life after he disappeared? Of course he wouldn't be fine.

"I hated you," Jinu's heart almost cracked when he heard the slight tremor in her voice. "I hated you so much for disappearing... But I hated myself more for hoping you'd come back."

Jinu had to fight the urge to just hug her then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his tears at bay, "I wanted to. But I didn't know how."

And in a sad way, she wanted to believe him.

But she reminded herself why she looked for him in the first place: to topple Huntr/x. If they wanted to fix the mess between them, then they can do it as they run for the summit, but it isn't the main goal.

"I want to fix our relationship and be friends because if I want you in my group, I'd rather we can communicate well and be on good terms," Y/N explained, steadying her voice, "but I can't see us going back to what we were. For now, I just want to reach the top and trample Huntr/x. I hope you're okay with that."

"That's... Fair," Jinu croaked. "And honestly, for the best."

'Because you deserve better than a coward like me,' he wanted to add, but held himself back. Because this wasn't about him anymore.

She came with a mission and a burning flame, and he wants to be a part of it. He'll swallow the guilt and help her to make things right, even if things will never be the same again between them.

"I'd love to join you," his voice almost trembled as he gave her a nervous smile. "If you're willing to have me."

Y/N looked at him, then returned his smile, "then welcome to the group, Jinu. Looking forwards to working with you again."

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07 OUT OF FRAME!! - Four Idiots and A Missing Main Vocal

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1405

TW : mild language

Four boys, one late manager, and not much patience left.

They had been waiting outside of Y/N's apartment for 20 minutes.

"Is a manager supposed to be late, or is it just her?" Baby scoffed.

"Give her a break," Mystery mumbled, eyes glued to his phone. "She's probably still on the way from Stillwater Café."

"It's been 20 minutes," Romance glanced at the time on his phone. "Maybe we should just reschedule?"

"I don't think rescheduling will stop her from being late," Mystery dialed her number. "I'll try to give her a call. You guys try texting her."

"If she's not here in 10, we're legally allowed to leave," Abby stated, fishing out his phone to text Y/N in the group chat.

"Don't those things only apply to school students?" Baby scoffed. "What are you? Five?"

"Inches taller than you? Yeah."

"Don't you dare—"

Cue Y/N walking towards them, still in her uniform, hair tied into a messy bun, looking like she just ran a marathon.

"Hi," she panted. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The stupid bus was late."

"Oh, no worries," Romance waved dismissively. "We were just getting to know each other better."

"You showed up in the end, so don't worry too much about it," Mystery smiled.

"Any later, and I woulda called quits," Baby deadpanned.

"Right," Y/N drawled out. "Good to know."

The four boys sat squished together on her couch while Y/N stood in front of them like a teacher about to lecture four problem children.

"So, I know the reason I formed this group is for revenge," she rubbed her neck, "but I think we should take a calmer approach for an opening."

"You mean... No dark concepts?" Mystery asked, making Y/N nod in response.

"Right. Plus, it's summer, so dropping a summer banger would be a good strategy. Especially considering most summer songs nowadays don't hit the right spot. So, any ideas or opinions?"

"I have one," Baby raised a hand, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "We debut with a song that calls out how bad the idol industry is."

"No," Y/N deadpanned.

"Ooh! We can drop a diss track!" Abby added enthusiastically.

"No."

"We'll have this hot concept and a song that clearly says we're taking over the industry," Romance snapped his fingers.

"No!" Y/N groaned. "For fuck's sake, are any of you even listening to me?! I said we need to appeal to the public, not scare them!"

The three groaned, slumping against the couch like disappointed toddlers.

"Haven't we scared them with the fight in CitySoul?" Baby huffed. "They know what we're like."

"Actually, it's because we already scared them that we need a welcoming concept," Y/N deadpanned. "So we need something catchy, energetic..."

"Colorful?"

"Yeah! You got it!"

The group sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather ideas.

"I'm thinking... Bright colors, casual styling," Romance glanced at Abby and smirked, "And a crop top. Something that will break the internet the second Muscles here lifts his arms."

Everyone stared at him like he had two heads growing from his neck.

"Love the enthusiasm," Y/N commented, "but... A crop top?"

"Like short, but not too short. Just trust me on this," Romance took out his phone, giving Y/N a knowing smirk. "You will leave the styling to me. I have a vision."

"Demanding. Cool," Y/N hummed.

"The two of us can make the track together," Mystery suggested.

"I'll help with the lyrics," Baby added.

"Somehow I don't trust you," Y/N deadpanned. "You might write about overthrowing the government."

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Baby scowled. "Besides, you don't have much of a choice right now since Chocolate Bar here is probably on choreography."

Y/N looked at Abby, who simply nodded as if to say 'he's right'.

"Fine," she scoffed. "But one word about overthrowing someone and I'm taking away your lyricist privileges."

"Marvelous. Down with capitalism."

Y/N and Mystery started working on the track together while Romance looked for clothes, styling ideas, and the vibe they want to use for their music video. Since they couldn't work on their parts yet, Baby and Abby ended up helping Romance with looking for concepts.

Y/N glanced at the group. Their skills and determination were exactly what she was looking for, and the group dynamic was interesting to say the least.

But something was missing.

"Y/N?" Mystery called out, slipping his headphones off.

"Sorry," Y/N sighed. "I just... Do you not feel like we're missing something?"

"Um... Sanity?"

"Yes, but no."

Silence.

"I think the four of you are perfect," Y/N muttered, "but I can't help but feel that something's missing. Like we need one more person to tie it all down."

"I think I know what you mean," Mystery glanced at the other three boys, watching Baby being held back by Abby from strangling Romance. "Like... A center? A main vocalist? Or... A leader?"

"Yeah," Y/N sighed. "I don't really know anyone, though. You?"

"Not anyone competent," Mystery hummed. Y/N looked at her laptop. The track file was quarter-way finished. The group was half-ready.

But it still didn't feel whole.

And for some annoying reason, the only person that she can think of is the one with the honey-like voice who used to sing for her as if he were a charming prince from a fairytale.

"I hate to say this," Y/N murmured softly, "but... Jinu comes to mind."

"No," Mystery quickly answered, eyes stern. "You need one more person to complete the picture, so you go running to the guy who broke your heart? Don't be ridiculous, Y/N. We don't have to choose him."

Y/N looked away, heart stinging more than she'd like to admit. She could picture Jinu as the center of the group, and she believed he would be a pretty good center and leader. Plus, he actually had skills.

"He's talented and you know it," she tried to reason, "We'd sound better with him."

"Maybe," Mystery mumbled, "but there's also surviving better."

A moment of silence. Y/N stared at her laptop screen.

"You think he'd ruin the group? Actually, would he even want to be in the group? Especially considering it's run by me?"

"I don't know if he'd join," Mystery answered, "but if he does, I do think you might get ruined again."

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, caught off-guard by the honesty, "that little faith in me, huh?"

Mystery stared at her. He didn't want to bring her down, and admittedly, she's right: Jinu would be a good fit in the group. But if Jinu ever hurt her again, then he'd never forgive himself if he let her get hurt a second time by the same person.

"I'm not saying don't ask. You're the manager," he spoke up. "But if he says yes... Don't forget what happened last time. You've come so far in bringing us together, I don't want to see you shatter."

"I won't," Y/N smiled softly. "I've learned."

"Good. 'Cause if he hurts you again, I'm dropping a diss track."

"Really?"

"I'll use a cowbell."

Y/N laughed at that. As if on cue, Abby approached them.

"Not to eavesdrop or anything," he began (clearly eavesdropping), "but I heard you talking about a missing member. What's up with that?"

"We think someone's missing," Y/N admitted. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the four of you are perfect, but... I feel like we're missing someone."

"And you think your ex is the right person...?"

"Something like that..."

"Then again," Mystery mumbled, "we don't really know how to find him, do we? He disappeared from the spotlight."

"I know where he is," Abby stated. "He still writes songs. And busks. I agree that he could be the final member we need, and I can take you to him if you want, but are you sure about scouting him?"

Y/N looked at Mystery, who simply shrugged, "I told you: it's your choice."

Y/N thought for a moment. She really didn't want to come running back to him, but they needed him.

And who knows? Maybe she can dig up some answers to old questions.

"I'm sure," she nodded at Abby. "Take me to him."

"Okay then. Be ready in fifteen," Abby gave her a small smile before walking away. Y/N took a deep breath.

"If he messes up again..." Mystery muttered softly.

"I know, I know," Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes. "You'll get the cowbell."

Author's Note : UHHHH I PINKY PROMISE THINGS WILL GET MORE INTERESTING NEXT CHAPTER 😭

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06 OUT OF FRAME!! - Wow, Your Abs Can Really Dance

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Word count : 1775

TW : mild language, mild violence, light verbal harassment

CitySoul Collective's dance arena wasn't even a proper stage: just a big graffiti square splashed on the asphalt, surrounded by a crowd hungry for impressive dance moves and chaos.

Y/N pushed through the crowd, trying to trail after Baby.

"Seriously," she scoffed, adjusting her mask. "This place is worse than the rap stage! What's this crowd?"

"Looks like Scorpion's already on," Baby mumbled. On the stage, a dance crew was already in the midst of their routine. Flips, freezes, and ridiculously complicated footwork blurring together to the beat of the remix music. Y/N's gaze landed on the leader: a tall guy with red hair, and cockiness radiating off him like heatwaves.

"That's Abby?" she leaned closer to Baby, nudging her chin in the leader's direction.

"No, that's Jett," Baby grimaced. "His footwork's good, but... His personality is ass."

"That's wild coming from you," Romance jabbed. Baby rolled his eyes, then pointed to a guy at the side of the arena, hanging a metal bar, pulling his knees up sharply to his chest in controlled reps.

"That's Abby."

The group approached him. Noticing them, Abby hopped down, dusted his hands, then shot Baby a lazy smirk, "There you are. Took you long enough, brat."

"Shut up, I still came," Baby scowled. Abby noticed the group, and gave them a wave despite not really knowing them.

"Your friends?"

"Hardly."

"Damn, he's buff," Y/N gawked.

"He's beautiful," Romance mumbled.

"Um," Baby shot them a judgmental look, then turned back to Abby, "This is Y/N, and Mystery, and... Heart-head."

"Romance," Romance corrected with a sigh.

"Heart-head," Baby insisted. "And everyone, this is Abby."

"Hi," Y/N waved, "Baby said some good things about your dancing."

"I'd hope so," Abby laughed, "I was the one who taught him how to move.

"Anyways, you're that ex-Huntr/x member? I remember seeing some of your performances. You're a good dancer."

"I don't like my past being brought up," Y/N sighed, "but thanks."

"Ah, sorry. I know what you mean," Abby winced, eyes darting to Scorpion who were still in the midst of their performance. "Anyways, what's up?"

"Y/N's putting together an idol group to dethrone Huntr/x," Baby explained.

"Oh, cool! You're in?"

"No."

"What?"

"Yet," Romance added helpfully, making Baby roll his eyes.

"She's looking for someone who can move, and I suggested you."

"Well, it's sweet you thought of me," Abby grinned.

"Don't think too much of it," Baby scoffed, "I just thought you'd be interested... Especially after those Scorpion people ditched you."

"Wait... What?" Mystery perked up, looking back at Scorpion who were just wrapping up their performance.

"Long story," Abby sighed. "But it's—"

"Rookie!" an annoyingly gravely voice sounded. Behind them, Jett approached with the rest of Scorpion tailing behind him. "There you are! How are you, hm?"

"Jett," Abby's smile dropped, "I'm—"

"Performing alone again today?" Jett laughed, casually draping a hand over Abby's shoulders, then looked at the other Scorpion members with faux sweetness dripping from his smile. "Our rookie is so brave, isn't he?"

The other members snickered, nodding along.

"Hey, you're that infamous Y/N, aren't you?" Jett winked at her. "C'mon, you and your friends shouldn't be slumming it with Rookie over here."

"Well, you seem to be all buddy-buddy with him," Y/N pointed out, "so I don't see why we can't have a chat with him."

"And next up is Abby!" the MC announced, making the crowd cheer. "Let's see if he can top his old group's performance!"

"Gotta go," Abby mumbled, shoving Jett's arm off, then looking to Y/N with a smile. "I'd like to join you, but maybe you can judge my skills first."

"Sounds good," Y/N grinned. "Good luck out there."

Abby approached the center of the arena, confidence radiating from him in waves. The song played: heavy, gritty, with a siren-like synth over it.

"Oh, hell no!" one Scorpion member gasped. "He's using the song we used for our very first choreography!"

"Is he picking a fight with us?!" Jett hissed.

Despite being a former member of Scorpion, Abby moved differently from them. Scorpion had clean-cut choreography, but Abby danced like he was picking a fight with the music itself. Every move was sharp, powerful, and confident. It was the kind of choreography only people with absolute control could pull off.

Fast, clean footwork, a half-spin, then dropped into a one-armed freeze. His shirt slid off, revealing toned abs. Girls started to squeal, whipping out their phones to try to snap pictures.

"Damn," Y/N gasped, "he's good!"

"Him, or the abs?" Mystery asked.

"Yes."

Abby, not missing a single step, hit a floor move and flipped up, winking at a group in the front like he hadn't broken a sweat.

"He's still dancing like he's trying to fit every move he knows into one number," Jett scoffed. "He'll just mess up again."

For a moment, it felt like Abby had heard him... Probably because he did.

He shot a cocky smirk Jett's way, then hit a risky, show-off move Scorpion would never allow anyone to do.

"Oh, shit!" Baby gasped, giving Jett a hard slap on the back. "He just said 'fuck you' through dance!"

"So what do you think, Y/N?" Romance turned to Y/N.

"It's him. He's the one," Y/N grinned, pointing at Abby. "I need those abs in my group!"

"Well said."

Abby's final pose hit with the last beat, and the screams were deafening. Sweat-slicked, chest heaving, his smirk was so big and confident, it was clear what he was thinking: I own this stage.

"He's so good!"

"His footwork is so clean!"

"He was always the best! Even back in Scorpion!"

Hearing that clearly irked Jett. Abby jogged back to them, grabbing his towel and bottle from the benches, "well? Is that good enough for you, Y/N?"

"You're perfect," she smirked, holding out a hand to shake. "We'd love to have you on board—"

"You're not bad," Jett interrupted, swatting Y/N's hand away. "But you're still a usual show-off."

He then turned to Y/N, a smirk tugging on his lips, "you sure you want him in on... Whatever you're pulling together? I'll give you a real dancer. Heck, I might as well join you myself."

"You?" Baby furrowed his brows. "As if."

"This guy—" Jett nudged Abby with his shoulder— "is just problem upon problem. Too ambitious, hogs the spotlight... Trust me, sweetheart; he'll drag your team down and throw off the balance."

Baby's glare looked like it could pierce through Jett's head. Romance scrunched his nose in disgust. Mystery growled, probably ready to start barking.

"Okay, red stuff, listen up," Y/N stepped forward, having to crane her neck to look at Jett. She jabbed a finger at his chest, "you better step away. Nothing you say will change my mind in getting those abs in my group."

"Hey now, I'm just saving you the trouble," Jett laughed, glancing at Abby over his shoulder. "You don't really think a pompous prick will help you, hm?"

"Go on," Abby cracked his knuckles, "keep talking."

"Gonna throw a punch? Predictable. Always the first to throw hands," Jett mocked. "Go on. Bet you can't hit harder than you dance—"

WHAM!

A punch landed square on Jett's face, making him double back, grunting in pain. Everyone looked to Baby, who stood there, rubbing his fist.

"Oh, look at that... My hand slipped," he reasoned weakly. Jett growled, stalking up to him, ready to retaliate.

"You're dead, kid—!"

Abby stepped in, grabbing Jett by the collar and landing a sharp knee to his gut.

"Back off," he spat. The rest of Scorpion tensed, some stepping forward like they were ready to jump in. Romance and Mystery did as well.

"Come on, then," Romance's grin was cold while Mystery growled. "I haven't stretched my legs today."

"Wait," Y/N stammered, though she clearly wasn't putting much effort to calm anyone down. "We should calm down for a second, shouldn't we?"

They did not calm down for a second.

The group walked away from CitySoul Collective in silence, looking a bit disheveled.

"I can't believe we got kicked out," Y/N grumbled, looking at Baby and Abby who were fighting back smiles. "You two don't feel bad at all, do you?"

"Not really," Baby shrugged.

"They disqualified both of you from the awards just because you picked a fight," she added.

"Worth it," Abby grinned.

"We didn't really have to fight to put Jett in place, did we?" Mystery spoke up. "I mean, I think we could've talked it out."

"You barked. And bit someone's arm," Romance deadpanned before swinging an arm over Y/N's shoulder. "Only Y/N and I were cool. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

"You stomped on someone's foot... With your fucking high heel," Y/N brushed his hand off. "This is great. We needed to leave an impression for the public, right?"

"Not a bad one, I think," Mystery mumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock."

A moment of silence passed.

"So, Y/N," Abby spoke up, slipping his hands into his pockets, "you're serious about that group?"

Y/N looked up at him, her lips tugging into a smile, "of course I am. You in?"

"Totally," he laughed. "With these guys? Sounds fun."

"Wait, I said I'd think about it first," Baby protested.

"Oh, really?" Romance smirked. "I heard you say 'you don't mess with my idiots' to Jett earlier. I just assumed you chose to join when you said that."

"You must've misheard," Baby scoffed, looking away.

"It still doesn't hurt to join," Mystery mumbled.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Abby grinned, swinging a hand over Baby's shoulders. "C'mon!"

Baby scowled, then turned to Y/N, who merely shrugged.

"I can offer you the same deal I offered Mystery. One release, and if you're still not feeling it, you can leave."

Baby thought for a minute, then groaned, "fine! I've been seen with you guys anyways. Might as well make the most of it."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head.

"Well then," she sighed, "this was an eventful start."

She thought back to Scorpion, specifically how they treated Abby. She wondered if that was how Huntr/x saw her: as someone who ruined the group.

And Jinu...

'No,' she thought, pushing the thoughts away. She got the group she wanted together. She didn't need to look back at those people.

She'll shove them aside and bring her and the boys to the top.

Let them watch. She was done looking back.

HeroicHipPOWH added MicBrat and ChocolateBar to the group.

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I'm feeling rly down rn, so I think there will be a new OOF (out of frame) chapter posted tomorrow bcuz posting schedule, n these things always make me forget my problems for a while.

N idk who needs this, but to anyone else who's been struggling, misunderstood, exhausted, or have given their all but ended up broken out of pressure, it's okay. Things will get better.

Thank you for your support! N as usual, lotsa lovee! 🫶

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05 OUT OF FRAME!! - Who Taught the Baby How to Rap Battle?

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 2155

TW : mild language, verbal aggression (I think that's what it's called??)

The city streets were alive today.

Y/N looked up from the festival poster Romance had sent to the group chat the night before. CitySoul Collective was a yearly street festival celebrating the city's underground culture. Rap battles, dance-offs, graffiti showcases, and of course, street snacks.

Y/N pulled her mask over her nose and mouth. Even if it has been months, and the scandal had died down enough, some people still stared for a little too long.

But today, it's not about the past, but about finding a future.

And right now, the future involved a flirty model and a streamer with self doubt.

Y/N navigated her way through the festival and found the two leaning against a graffiti-splashed wall near the rap battle venue. Romance was impossible to miss with his silk shirt scandalously left unbuttoned, winking and greeting passerby girls. Mystery, on the other hand, was dressed like someone who clearly didn't want to be noticed: jacket hood up, earbuds in, tapping away on his phone.

Annoyingly enough, he still looked good.

"Y/N, there you are!" Romance grinned. "Enjoying the festival?"

"Hardly," Y/N scoffed, "A tteokbokki vendor recognized me and tried to give me some in exchange for promotion."

"Yikes," Mystery winced.

"Right? Plus, I doubt using me for promotions would work out," Y/N rolled her eyes before turning to Romance. "Anyways, this rapper you mentioned? Baby?"

"Oh, he's on his final match," Romance nudged his chin in the direction of the arena. "C'mon."

The group pushed through the crowd to get closer to the arena. There, two rappers were battling: one was a burly man who was backed up by his friends, and the other had a shorter build, and in all honesty, looked more like a teenager who just entered high school.

"Lookin' like a kid who just learned how to swear

Think your little tantrums can leave someone like me scared?

Ain't got talent, just a bad attitude to spare

Little boys like you shouldn't brawl in a grown man's lair."

The crowd went wild at the burly rapper's verse.

"A blow from Iron Jaw!" the MC hollered. "Can the infamous Baby top that verse?!"

"This is... Kind of comical, isn't it...?" Mystery muttered. "A burly rapper against a rapper who looks like a kid..."

Baby licked his lips, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips. He brought his mic closer, marching straight at Iron Jaw.

"Big frame, small bars, like a lion with no roar

Even when you bare your fangs, you're so easy to ignore

Go run back to the jungle, you've lost this lyrical war

'Cause when Baby's on the mic? Man, it's blood on the floor."

Baby's verse left the crowd cheering and hollering. His opponent merely crossed his arms and nodded, but it was clear the words had hit deep.

"And the kid is winning," Y/N added.

"Damn, this kid's lethal," a man told his friend. "He's got no chill!"

"He's the reigning champion for a reason," his friend laughed. "He's crazy."

"He's scary," Mystery mumbled.

"He's perfect," Y/N grinned.

Iron Jaw rolled his eyes and dropped his microphone on the arena, then quickly left, followed by his friends. Some whined and told him to go back and continue battling, while the others yelled slurs and threats at Baby, who simply waved them off.

"And Iron Jaw is down!" the MC announced, making the crowd clap. He came and grabbed Baby's hand, raising it up, "everyone give it up for the winner of CitySoul Collective's reigning rap champion: Baby!"

Baby smirked as he scanned the cheering crowd. The smug glint in his eyes vanished the moment they landed on Romance, replaced by a glare so sharp, it could cut the air. Noticing this, Y/N leaned closer to Romance.

"He doesn't look happy to see you," she pointed out.

"Oh, trust me," Romance smirked, "he's never happy."

"Especially when you're breathing?" Mystery arched a brow.

"Especially when I'm breathing."

Once the crowd dispersed, the group approached Baby, who was sitting on the side of the arena, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Baby!" Romance cooed almost obnoxiously, waving his hand. "There's my little mic brat! You did great—"

"Shut up, heart-head," Baby scowled, throwing his now empty bottle at him. "What're you doing here? I told you to leave me alone."

"Ouch, right in the feels," Romance placed a hand on his chest. "You could've at least read my messages. I even offered you candy."

"I might as well report you to the cops. Tell them you're trying to bribe and kidnap a kid with candy," Baby groaned. "Fine. You're already here. What do you want?"

Romance turned to Y/N, gesturing her to start talking.

"Baby, huh?" Y/N muttered. "I'm Y/N, and this is Mystery."

"Oh, the fallen Huntr/x member," Baby grinned mockingly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/N blinked. Twice. Then turned to Romance, "you never told me he was a brat."

"I thought it's written all over his face," Romance defended lamely, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm trying to make a boy group to topple Huntr/x over," Y/N explained, "and your friend here recommended you."

"A boy group?" Baby arched a brow. "Like, an idol boy group?"

"Something like that."

Baby pretended to think for a moment, then smirked.

"No thanks."

Y/N raised a brow. Mystery let out a small gasp. Romance shrugged, muttering a small "called it".

"I don't do sparkly choreography or fanservice," Baby continued. "And I sure as hell don't work with fallen idols trying to relive their glory days. Plus, you have heart-head over here in your group? All the more reason for me to stay away."

"Romance, what the hell did you do to this kid? Steal his snacks at a photoshoot?" Y/N hissed, glaring at Romance.

"I complimented his jawline," Romance sighed, rubbing his temples. "And... Yeah, I stole his snacks too."

"It was a limited edition pocky," Baby added. "And you said my jawline looks squishy, you smug bastard."

"It was a compliment!"

"You just met him and you stole his snacks?" Y/N scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"That's not the point here," Romance sighed sharply. "Anyways, I probably should've mentioned this, but when this guy was a trainee, he was forced into the idol mold. They tried to make him this... Cute rapper boy, and he hated it."

"So now he thinks every idol group doesn't get creative freedom?" Y/N muttered, looking back at Baby, who was halfway to sulking like a grumpy cat.

"I don't mind the cute act too much," Baby harrumphed. "But they wanted me to act like a literal clueless toddler. It's... Sickening."

"But Y/N is different," Mystery tried to defend her. "She's one of us. She's not demanding you to wink on cue. She knows what it feels like to be silenced, and she's fighting to make a place where people like us don't have to fake it: attitudes, flaws, and middle fingers and all..."

That cracked Baby's smug mask a bit. He almost felt hopeful for a second chance, but he didn't want to hope too much. Plus, he had too much pride bottling in him.

"Ah, so this one's your guard dog?" Baby chuckled. "So defensive, it's kinda cute."

"I... What—"

Y/N was cut off by Mystery full on barking at Baby, ready to tackle and brawl him.

"No, Mystery," Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking to Baby, a taunting smirk tugging on her lips. "You know what? I get it."

"You do?" Baby arched a brow.

"Yeah. One label didn't treat you right, and you're so pissed, you decided to throw a tantrum and make it every other idol's problem. And now, you're too much of a coward to try again."

The silence that came after was deafening. The boys stared at Y/N, eyes wide.

"Hey..." Romance muttered, "I don't think you should say stuff like that to him—"

"Interesting," Baby's smirk looked mocking, but there was a clear curious glint in his eyes. He grabbed a microphone and tossed it at Y/N, and she caught it with ease. "Rap battle me real quick."

"Why?" Y/N furrowed her brows, but followed him to the center of the arena anyways. A crowd started to gather, muttering about a 'bonus rap battle' between the reigning champion and a fallen superstar.

"Because if you're the one calling the shots in this little indie boy band," Baby smirked, "I need to see if you're worth listening to."

"Alright then," Y/N sighed. "Let's make this quick."

"Three verses each. Sounds good?"

"That's perfect. You can go first."

The crowd buzzed as some even whipped their phones out to record, already sensing something worth going viral.

"Sixshot!" Baby turned to the beatboxer lounging by a speaker, "Give us a beat!"

Sixshot brought his microphone to his lips, and the beat dropped. The crowd immediately reacted, most of them cheering for Baby.

"Let's see if you can keep up," he smirked before dropping his first verse.

"Ladies and gents, it's the queen who fell from grace

Lost charts, friends, and love, and now she's back to make a name

Ex-huntress turned to prey, better get on your knees and pray

I'll drink your tears once I've pummeled you back into your grave."

The crowd hollered. Y/N nodded, her body bouncing with the beat. She spun her microphone, then fired back her own verse.

"You think you're on top? Well, I gladly disagree

You're nothing but a kid flaunting average rap delivery

Honestly, the outcome's clear: It's gonna be my victory

'Cause you are nothing but a rumor while I'm making history."

"Oh, she's good," someone in the ground gasped.

"She still has that star aura," another muttered. Baby rolled his eyes at the commentary, then shot back.

"You say that, yet it's clear your skills fall way behind mine

Proof is Huntr/x is peaking without you and doing fine

And what about that guy who was your beloved lifeline?

I bet he's sitting back, drinking wine, enjoying your decline."

Y/N clicked her tongue, shaking her head. Of course he would attack her relationship. She brought her microphone to her lips again.

"Oh, you're mocking my relationship? A predictable diss

You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist

Keep my love life out your mouth, unless you don't wanna exist

'Cause just like toxic exes, when you're gone, you won't be missed."

'She's good,' Baby thought to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. This was the first time in a while since he actually had fun in a rap battle, and not because he's roasting his opponents like he'll be eating them for dinner.

"Big talk for a washed-out queen with not even a throne

Maybe you're chasing ghosts because you're scared of being alone?

A cautionary tale, a name on a gravestone

Your era's over, step down, your defeat's already known"

Y/N's laugh was almost mocking, drowned out by the crowd's cheers. She prepared her final verse, bringing an end to the battle.

"Losing to someone like you? That's hardly my fate

You're just a third-rate rapper, and your bars are like, fourth-rate

Next time, think again before you pick your fights, deadweight

You can never beat the queen who paved the way. Checkmate."

Sixshot ended the beat cleanly, and the crowd went wild. Y/N panted from the adrenaline, wiping off the sweat forming on her brow.

"Not bad," Baby nodded. "Not bad at all."

"So that means...?" Y/N lit up.

"I'm still not joining your little group," Baby picked at his nails, making Y/N visibly deflate. "Yet."

Y/N raised a brow, "yet?"

"I'll admit: you're really good. I don't know too much on why you had to be thrown off from grace, but something about the way you rapped tells me you're not just some ghost chasing lost fame," Baby shrugged, then glanced at Mystery and Romance. "so... I'll think about it."

Y/N blinked, but then smiled, "okay. That's good enough for me."

Baby nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, and heart-head," he called over his shoulder.

"What?" Romance sighed.

"Next time you steal my snacks, it's your jaw that's gonna be squishy."

The crowd began to disperse, murmuring about the rap battle. Some had even posted the recordings online.

"Actually, while you think of joining the group, we could use your help," Y/N told Baby. "See, we need another member or two. Do you have anyone who might be interested?"

"Maybe," Baby muttered. "Do you want another rapper or someone who knows how to dance without looking like a fool?"

"Ideally someone who can do both," Y/N sighed, "preferably is not half bad at singing too."

A grin tugged at Baby's lips, "check the dance-off. There's this hunk named Abby. He's kind of a jerk, but at least he's not as bad as heart-head over here. Plus, he can move."

"Friend of yours?" Romance teased.

"I prefer 'mutual respect'," Baby deadpanned before turning on his heel. "I promised I'd watch him, so I'm going there right now. You can come with me. Or not. Do whatever."

Y/N exchanged a glance with Mystery, "well, I guess we're going to the dance-off."

'Ex-Huntr/x Member Y/N Spotted Rap Battling Street Rapper Baby at CitySoul Collective'

The freshly-posted article had appeared in Jinu's feed, and upon seeing her name, he quickly clicked on the news. A recording was even included to support the article's analysis on Y/N and Baby's exchange.

"You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist."

Oh. She moved on.

Jinu's hands started to shake a bit as he forced himself to watch the recording. She was stunning, she always had been.

The cheers in the crowd made his chest tighten. The fire in her eyes wasn't anger, but survival. It was her walking away from her downfall.

And to him, she deserves to walk away and reach greater heights. Watching her do so while he watches a shaky recording of her like a desperate fanboy might as well be his punishment.

"Damn it, Y/N," he laughed humorlessly, eyes glossing over with tears. "You're perfect... You're absolutely perfect..."

He replayed the video. The comments had started to pile up: some bashing her for daring to show her face like this again, while others praised her for never losing her touch. He imagined what could have been if he never left her like he did. Perhaps he could have been there in the sides, being the one she runs up to after the battle, wide grin and sparkling eyes. And perhaps he could have pulled her into his arms, praising her for doing such a good job.

Once the video ended, Jinu locked his phone and tossed it away. He swallowed the lump in his throat, letting a tear roll down his cheek.

She had moved on, yet he's still sitting here in the ruins of her— No, their downfall.

And if this is punishment for what he had done, he'll gladly shoulder it all.

Author's Note : So... That was long lol

I was supposed to post on saturday but the night b4 (when I usually start writing) I ended up doomscrolling, and then saturday night I wrote the raps... N then I started writing the chapter on sunday, n I coulda posted this a couple hours earlier but I got into some conflict with my roommate n... Yea...

Anyways, here's the chapter lol 🤡

I hopefully will update again on tuesday (might b a bit late if not)

Anyways, thanks for ur support as always!! Lotsa lovee 🥹🫶

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04 OUT OF FRAME!! - He's Better at Walking in Heels Than I Am

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1605

TW : slightlty mild language, implied bullying

PhantomNote: r u free tomorrow

PhantomNote: i recommended u 2 a friend

PhantomNote: she wants 2 to take over the entertainment world

RomCom: You recommended me w/o telling me??

RomCom: Wow 😔

PhantomNote: suck it up

PhantomNote: free or not

PhantomNote: at like 12

RomCom: You can come to Studio Lunaire tomorrow. I have a shoot until 2?? I'll let the staff know abt your visit b4hand

RomCom: We can even eat dinner together after

RomCom: N maybe you can even let me n your friend get to know each other better

RomCom: Iyk what I mean 😏

PhantomNote: don't do that

PhantomNote: trust me

RomCom: 😔💔

"Tell me a bit about this Romance guy."

"I trained with him back then. For quite a while," Mystery explained to Y/N as they walked to Studio Lunaire. "I think he has a good voice... But..."

"But...?" Y/N raised a brow.

"He flirts with everyone."

"Ah..."

"It's not that bad, don't worry," Mystery assured her as they entered Studio Lunaire. "Fortunately, he knows what boundaries are."

Inside the studio, the receptionist flashed them a smile, though her gaze felt off when it landed on Y/N, "good afternoon. You must be Romance's guests."

"Yes, we are," Mystery nodded, "has his break not started?"

"It will start soon, but I'll let you come in first," she answered, placing two visitor tags on the table for them. "Follow me, please."

They were led into the studio where amongst the lights, camera, and crew was a man posing elegantly as the cameras snapped pictures of him. His styling perfectly highlighted his elegance, but only one part of the look caught Y/N's eye.

"Damn, he's better at wearing heels than I am," she marveled, brows furrowing.

The cameraman snapped a few pictures and gave them a quick glance before raising a thumbs up, "Okay! Five minute break!"

"Romance, your guests are here!" the receptionist announced. Romance turned around, grinning at the sight of his friend, and made his way towards him. The sound of his heels clicking against the floor was professional to say the least, and it almost intimidated Y/N how good he looked strutting their way.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite singing phantom," Romance greeted. "It's always lovely to see you."

"Likewise," a small smile tugged on Mystery's lips.

"And who might you be, dearie?" Romance chuckled, looking straight into Y/N's eyes. "My heart tells me I've seen those pretty eyes of yours before."

"Because you probably have... Unless you've been living under a rock," Mystery rolled his eyes. "Romance, Y/N. Y/N, Romance."

That made Romance's eyes widen, "Y/N? As in ex-Huntr/x member Y/N?"

"I prefer just 'Y/N'," Y/N deadpanned.

"Hm, feisty. I like it," he winked. "I assumed Mystery already told you we're having dinner together later?"

"I didn't even say yes," Mystery tried to protest.

"Sounds lovely, but I have work," Y/N plastered a sweet smile on her face. "You two enjoy your date."

"Shame. I'd love to get to know you."

"You'd love to get to know everyone."

"Shut up, Mystery." Romance scoffed. "Anyways, what can I do for you, just Y/N?"

"I'm looking for people to form a boy band," Y/N answered. "Mystery recommended you."

Romance froze. He heaved out a sigh, then turned to Mystery, a small humorless smile on his lips, "So, this was the position you recommended me for? A pretty face for another group?"

"I recommended you because you're good, not because you're pretty," Mystery scowled. "Your face is just a bonus."

Romance glanced at Y/N, as if she was going to start confirming that yes, she was just looking for a pretty face.

"He's right: your face is just a bonus," Y/N shrugged. "Sure, pretty faces sell well, but if that's all you got, then I wouldn't have bothered with you. Plus, I bet Mystery knows that if he dared recommend someone who's 'just a pretty face', I would've pulled his bangs so far back, he wouldn't need a forehead reveal stream."

"Uh... Huh..."

"But, yeah. I think you're a good fit," Y/N smiled.

"How do you know that?" Romance smirked. "You've never seen me sing or dance before."

"Darling, I'm recruiting people to topple South Korea's biggest girl group. I'd be an idiot to not do my research," Y/N whipped out her phone and opened one of the links Mystery had sent her the previous night. A video popped up, showing Romance a few years back, singing in a studio. "This is you, right?"

"You sent her my trainee days clips?" Romance frowned at Mystery.

"For evaluation purposes..." Mystery mumbled, looking away.

"You can sing, and you can dance," Y/N continued, turning off her phone. "I'd love to have you in my group."

"I'm honored, dear," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his chest. "Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure about this."

"You don't have to decide now," Y/N grabbed a tissue and pen from a nearby table, then jotted down her contact number, "and you don't have to join if you're not up for it. But I'd love to have you in the group. Or maybe if you want to help us find members or know someone who might be interested, you can let me know."

She handed the tissue to Romance.

"Alright, I'll think about it," Romance nodded, taking the tissue.

"Okay then," Y/N turned towards the door. "I have work, so I'll be going now—"

"Of course, I'd be more willing if you go out with me, though."

That made Y/N stop in her tracks, then stare at him with an arched brow.

"Mystery, this guy's pissing me off. You can bark at him if you want to."

"Y/N, I'm not barking at Romance."

After Romance's photoshoot wrapped up, he and Mystery went to a noodle shop they often went to together during their trainee days. The faint clatter of chopsticks paired with the sound of the TV in the corner took them back to the night they agreed to leave the trainee life behind.

"Why did you agree to help her anyways?" Romance raised a brow, resting his chin on his hand. "I thought you were done with idol life. Didn't think you'd come crawling back."

"Didn't think you were still bitter about it either." Mystery jabbed. "For a guy who goes around trying to be chill, you're kind of failing."

"Ouch, so cold," Romance chuckled, placing a hand over his heart. "But I suppose it's expected for a streamer called PhantomNote."

They were quiet for a moment.

"Y/N is different," Mystery mumbled. "She always fights for what's right. Someone like her wouldn't mistreat people like us, and I highly doubt she'd see you as nothing but a pretty face... Especially after what happened to her."

"People like us? As in turned away idiots?"

"You can say that..."

"And how do you know the group she'll make ends up successful?" Romance asked again. "She doesn't have the best reputation right now. You know her plan will definitely work?"

"I don't. But I didn't join for success," Mystery answered. "I thought this was a second chance for me. Maybe she can prove me wrong... That I can actually shine on stage..."

That made Romance think for a moment. He looked down at the tissue Y/N gave him in between his fingers, "second chance, huh..."

He stared at the number, lost in his own thoughts. Back then, he started off as a model, and was offered a chance to be an idol. He accepted, but was met by the harsh way people saw him.

'You'd sell thousands of albums just by standing there!'

'Him? In our evaluation group?'

'Can he even sing? Or dance?'

'He's only here because he looks good.'

'Stop stealing spots from people who actually have talent!'

He had left shortly after, begrudgingly accepting the fact that the world only saw him as someone with nothing but a pretty face.

But if even Mystery was chasing a second chance? Maybe he could too.

Maybe Y/N can prove him wrong too.

Him, and perhaps this other brat who she'd definitely be interested in.

At 4 AM, just as Y/N was finishing up a demo track and her fifth cup of coffee, her phone lit up with an unknown number.

"Do you know what time it is?!" she scolded the person on the other line. "No, I'm not interested in an office job—!"

"Ah, sorry," Romance's familiar voice chuckled through the line. "Sounds like you're not getting any beauty sleep either."

"Oh, it's you," Y/N calmed down. "Did you decide to join my quest in world domination? Or are you just here to recommend people?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Both," he hummed. "I'll join your group. And I know someone you can try to scout. I'm not sure if he'll accept, but I think you'll be blown away by his talent."

"That's great!" Y/N cheered, sitting up so fast she almost fell off her chair. "So, who is he?"

"A former trainee like me and Mystery, but he's a street rapper now," Romance explained. "There's a street festival tomorrow. He'll be participating in the rap event. The three of us can go check it out together."

"Sounds good. I'll clear my schedule," Y/N hummed. "It'll be a good way to scout other people too."

"Great, I'll send you the time and address after this. See you tomorrow then."

"Okay, see you—"

"Also, if I get a breakout from lack of sleep tomorrow, I'm blaming you."

HeroicHipPOWH created the groupchat 🔥​ ENTERTAINMENT WORLD DOMINATION 🔥.

HeroicHipPOWH added PhantomNote and RomCom to the group.

Author's Note : Early update bcuz iz mah bday today 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ I might post again on saturday idk 😭

Also uhhh I just checked n m suddenly alrd at 100 followers... 🧍‍♀️

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03 OUT OF FRAME!! - You WILL Notice Me, Senpai

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME! masterlist

Word count : 1500

TW : slightly mild language, mentions of drowning (metaphorical)

Mystery leaned closer into the mic, a small grin tugging at his lips.

"Alright, that's it for tonight," his voice came out a bit raspy from singing for two hours straight. The chat quickly flooded with comments; he could barely read a single one.

NOOOO DON'T GOOO 😭😭😭

ONE MORE SONG PLS

KING OF VOCALS 🔥🔥

He chuckled, brushing aside the bangs that kept falling over his eyes, "I'm serious this time. If I keep going, my neighbors are gonna file a noise complaint."

Another wave of comments flooded in, a chaotic mix of emojis and pleads for one more song. Despite that, Mystery simply rolled his eyes and waved them off, "alright, stream's over. Go sleep, eat something, touch some grass— whatever. I'll see you in a few days."

He flashed a peace sign at the webcam before ending the stream. Once the screen faded to black, he slipped his headphones off and slouched against his chair. His dimly lit room was quiet once again.

"I should go eat something," he mumbled to himself. He grabbed his phone off the desk, the screen still showing his chat with Y/N.

What is she up to this time? Probably nothing good.

They were good friends, but they hadn't talked much since he called her regarding her breakup with Jinu. She kept herself occupied with her three jobs, and he busied himself with streaming and helping others make music.

And for her to come looking for him out of the blue? Probably something crazy again.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Mystery groaned and got up, dragging his feet to the door.

"Yes— Oh..."

There at his front door stood Y/N, a bag of... Cooking ingredients? Beside her.

"Hello, senpai," she grinned. "I'm here. Now you have no choice but to notice me."

"Stop with the senpai," Mystery groaned. "What are you doing here? It's almost three AM."

"I asked for your attention and you didn't even answer me properly," Y/N scoffed, "so I decided to come over."

"You can't just come over uninvited—"

"Also, I find it very hypocritical of you to tell your fans to eat when you probably haven't eaten either."

A moment of silence.

"You were watching my stream?" Mystery arched a brow.

"Like a creep," Y/N smiled proudly. Mystery blinked owlishly at her, then proceeded to close the door, but was stopped by Y/N's foot in the way. "Let me in and I'll make that cold soy milk noodle soup you like."

"You prepared for this, didn't you?" Mystery deadpanned.

"Yep. Now let me in before I shove these ingredients down your throat and shake you like a blender."

"And then next thing you know, the song drops, and it's basically the demo I sang, but, like, happier. You heard the demo, right? Can you believe it?"

Y/N chuckled as she set down two bowls for the cold soy milk noodle soup: one for herself, and one for Mystery.

"Seriously? You're laughing?" Mystery scoffed. "Some newbie group butchered my demo, and you're laughing?"

"Not at that," Y/N rolled her eyes. "At you. I mean, you almost didn't let me in, and now you're rambling."

"Shut up. I did end up letting you in."

"At the cost of food."

Mystery merely hummed in response. Y/N placed a bowl in front of him, "here. Eat up, emo boy."

"Thanks," Mystery mumbled. The two ate in silence for a moment before he spoke up again, "so... Why did you reach out?"

Y/N grinned. "Join my last-minute boy band."

"... What—"

"Or else."

"Can we back up a bit?" Mystery leaned back against his chair. "Where did this decision come from?"

"I met up with Huntr/x," Y/N sighed, making him wince. "They're going on tour soon, and their stupid song is playing everywhere, and I'm not Y/N anymore, but Y/N the ex-member of Huntr/x, and—"

"And you're jealous...?" Mystery cut her off.

"Of course, I am," Y/N rolled her eyes. "And then I thought, 'I'm gonna ruin their whole career'. Unfortunately, the public will bash me if I do come back to stage, so I figured I can just gather the people nobody likes—"

"Ouch."

"Sorry. Anyways, I can just gather the people nobody likes, and drive them to the top. Is that a solid plan, or what?"

Mystery was quiet for a moment, just staring at his friend in awe. Whether it was at her guts or recklessness, though, it was hard to tell.

"I don't know, Y/N," he sighed. "I'm not really idol material."

"What are you talking about? You stream like almost every night," Y/N scoffed. "People love your singing."

"Yeah, from my room. In front of a webcam," Mystery scoffed. "Don't you remember what the producers used to say about me?"

"That you're built like a scarecrow?"

A huff of amusement, "that I had no stage presence. Great voice, zero presence."

She frowned, leaning closer, "sad. But I don't really care. We can always work on that as we go. Right now, I just need people with potential who won't betray me."

"That's it?" Mystery arched a brow. "I thought you were pickier than this."

"I don't really have the privilege of being picky, do I?" Y/N shrugged.

"Hm, I still don't know, though," Mystery hummed, poking at his noodles.

"What? You're suddenly against helping me?" Y/N jabbed.

"No, but I still don't agree when you say I'm a good choice."

"You and your self-esteem," Y/N clicked her tongue. "Like I said, we can work on that as we go. But right now, I want you to join my band because I know you have potential.

"C'mon... Help a girl out?"

Mystery still didn't seem convinced.

"Okay, how about this," Y/N suggested, "you join my last-minute boy band, and if you're still not feeling it after one release, you can call it quits."

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, "okay, fine. I'll help you out."

"Yes!"

Mystery chuckled at her reaction, shaking his head, "so, who else is in the group? I'm assuming you got a good lineup."

"Ah," Y/N froze, visibly deflating.

"You have scouted other people, right...?" Mystery furrowed his brows. Y/N smiled sheepishly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"... I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this—"

"Oh, come on, Y/N..."

"Hey, be grateful! I thought of forming a boy band and you're the first person who came to mind!" Y/N raised her arms in defense.

"You are reckless, and brave, and ambitious, and reckless," Mystery pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you, PhantomNote."

"Not a compliment."

"Actually, I also wanted to ask you if you know anyone who would be a good fit," Y/N added, smiling like a sweet, innocent child. "You're probably more connected to other people compared to me."

Mystery let out a long, suffering sigh, one that might as well be a cry for help. This girl is supposed to be his manager, yet he's the one supervising her and her weird last-minute plan for entertainment world domination.

"Reckless, reckless, reckless," he muttered under his breath. He looked up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers of the universe, and mentally combed through possible contacts.

Tone-deaf idiot... Bastard who keeps messing up his demos... Tone-deaf idiot two... Newbie who's always questioning his mixing and mastering decisions... And there's...

"Ah," Mystery blinked. "I actually might know a guy."

"—and I know you hate me, and honestly? I deserve it. But... But if you'd give me a chance to explain, then maybe... No, that's not right."

Jinu deleted the voice note for what felt like the umpteenth time that night. His room was a mess: his guitar nearly slipping off the wall, and papers full of scribbles, doodles, and crossed-out lyrics scattered across his bed and desk.

His gaze landed on the paper closest to him, catching the hastily written lyrics on it.

But tonight

I don't deserve to cry

And I'll drown in spite

For myself and the way I

Would hide and not try

And it hurts to say goodbye

He mentally cursed himself. What good was a thousand voice messages when he had broke his promise to always be by her side? She had needed him, and he ghosted her.

His thumb hovered over the microphone button, rehearsing the words that had built up these past six months.

"Hey, Y/N," he started recording, but the words died in his throat. He stared at his screen blankly as his thoughts haunted him once more.

'Would she really listen to a coward like you?'

Jinu let out a heavy sigh and deleted the recording again. Tomorrow, he would let himself be selfish and try to reach her again. But for now, he grabbed his pen and jotted down the last two lines of the song.

But you don't need a coward

Who failed to treat you right

Author's Note : I'm gonna try posting twice a week (Tuesday and Saturday where I am, at least). If I post on days other than that or I only post once a week, or I don't post for a week, pls bear with me n b patient 😭

Also taglists MIGHT b full soon, so if u want me to tag, u can lmk. I MIGHT create like a second taglist so I can tag more ppl, but idk 🤷‍♀️

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I was like listening to Internet Hometown Hero yesterday n got a vision n honestly saja boys as a band kinda slaps?? 🤔

Like jinu is obvi the vocalist, abby is the drummer, romance is prolly the bassist, n I think baby would b on guitar n mystery on keyboard but could be swapped or idk 😭

I'm not writing this btw I hv no plot n hv a lot on my plate atm. Maybe in the future if I find a good plot but not atm 😀

Anyways pls continue to support OUT OF FRAME!! thank you 🫠🫶

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02 OUT OF FRAME!! - A Declaration of War

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1745

TW : slightly mild language

A few months later...

Huntr/x had been climbing to greater heights ever since Y/N left the group. She didn't want to sound arrogant or stuck-up, but normally, when a group loses a member, their fame dips, at least for a short period of time.

That didn't seem to be the case for Huntr/x.

Sold-out concerts, album sales growing higher than the last. It felt like a silent jab at her, as if they were saying, "we're doing so much better without you".

And Y/N? She goes through her days driven by caffeine and spite.

To start, since she was removed from the group, Jinu had completely vanished. She tried reaching out to him countless times, but he never answered. Eventually, she had to accept that their relationship was over. The public hadn’t seen or heard from him either, and over time, mentions of him all but disappeared.

Y/N started to throw herself into many jobs to keep afloat. In the mornings, Y/N worked at Stillwater Café, a cozy, popular spot tucked between office buildings and college dorms. She was certain they only hired her because she used to be an idol, but if her face brought in customers, and those customers meant better tips, then who was she to complain?

By evening, she’d ditch the apron and take on whatever behind-the-scenes gigs she could find to stay tethered to the industry that had toppled her over. Sometimes it was demo vocals, other times it was choreography for rookie groups, though both were always done in tiny, dark studios no one would admit to working in. And on the stranger days, she might end up as a last-minute photographer for people who were too cheap to hire proper staff.

When the sky turns dark like her soul, she clocked into her final job: freelance work from her apartment. Lyric writing, basic track production, video editing, design commissions... Anything she could do, she will do.

She wasn’t a master of any one thing, but she was good enough at everything. The title "jack of all trades, queen of none" fit her perfectly ever since the entertainment industry spat her out.

But even when she could do everything, she had no one to help her carry the weight of it.

And to Y/N? That was fine.

For now.

The moment How It's Done's opening started blaring from the speakers, Y/N almost let out a groan. This song again?

"Whose playlist is this?" she called out, her voice rougher than she had intended. "This song's been on loop all week!"

"Oh, it's mine," one of her coworkers beamed, his head bobbing to the beat of the song, "Huntr/x's comeback is a banger, right?"

Y/N forced a smile as her fists clenched.

"The absolute best," she said through bared teeth.

A group of high school students sitting by the window started flailing their hands around once the chorus hits, clearly mimicking Huntr/x's choreography. One caught Y/N's gaze and leaned to her friend, "That's her, right...? Y/N of Huntr/x... Or, used to be...?"

Y/N huffed and plastered the fakest smile she could manage, paired with a borderline aggressive wave.

The moment she stepped into the staff room for her break, Y/N ripped her apron off and slumped on the worn-out couch. How It's Done blared from the café speakers for the umpteenth time that day, and even here, the faint hum of the song still leaked through like a ghost of the past haunting her.

Her social media wasn't much better: an endless parade of Huntr/x promotions, fan edits, dance challenges, and so on. Other posts even included commentary from Bobby and Celine, and every caption praised the three girls for their hard work and achievements. Y/N knew how manufactured these words could be in the entertainment industry, but it still felt like salt was being rubbed in those wounds she keeps insisting have healed.

Y/N clenched her jaw as she swiped past them. Is there even a single person in this world who doesn't talk about Huntr/x?

She was about to turn off her phone when a notification popped up.

Zoeyyy 🐱​💚​: Heyy it's been a whilee!! 😭​

Zoeyyy 🐱​💚​: Wanna meet up?? 😮​

Y/N stared at the message for a moment. Part of her wanted to ignore it. Another part wanted to fire back something aggressive, knowing Zoey would go crying to the others. Who knows? Maybe her words would reach Bobby, or better yet, Celine.

However, she always had a soft spot for the girl.

She texted her reply: short and simple.

HeroicHipPOWH : When n where?

Zoey sat in the convenience store, her slushie already half empty. She kept checking her phone for any messages from Y/N.

Nothing.

They had agreed to meet at 09:30 PM, and she was 20 minutes late.

It wasn't like Y/N to be late. Back when she was still in Huntr/x, she was always the first to show up in the studio. Heck, she was always the one scolding her for being even a minute behind.

Y/N arrived a little later, hair a bit messy, earbuds in, gripping a cup of coffee she definitely needed to survive the rest of the night.

"I'm here," she huffed, dropping her bag on the table next to Zoey. "Before you yell at me, there were technical issues in the studio, and I almost didn't come, so just be grateful for that. Also, your new song sucks."

It was only then Y/N noticed the other people sitting at the table. Besides Zoey, who grinned like a guilty puppy, was Rumi, her face a mix of worry and warmth, and Mira, arms crossed, one brow arched.

"This wasn't in the text," she deadpanned, taking out her earbuds.

"Surprise! Reunion hangout!" Zoey beamed, waving her hands like she just put together the best surprise known to man.

Y/N stared at the other two. Rumi gave her a small wave. Mira just nodded. She sighed and slipped into her seat, taking a long sip of her coffee.

"Your song still sucks."

The four sat there in silence for a moment before Rumi spoke up cautiously, "so... How are you, Y/N?"

"I'm good," Y/N answered a bit too casually.

"You look like a walking corpse," Mira jabbed, a small smirk on her lips.

"I'm working three jobs a day. Leave me alone, will you?"

"It's really good to see you again," Zoey grinned. "We missed you!"

"Hm, likewise," Y/N hummed, the half-lie slipping through her lips easily.

"How's Jinu?" Rumi asked, making her tense up. She had forgotten that none of them knew about Jinu ghosting her. They must've assumed he had left the entertainment industry together with her.

"I don't know," she answered flatly. "He ghosted me after I got kicked out."

The other three went quiet.

"He did what?" Mira scoffed. "What a jerk."

"Not even a single text?" Rumi asked. Y/N shook her head in response.

"Maybe his agency's behind it?" Zoey suggested. "People get put in timeouts for these things, right?"

"And they put him in timeout for six months? Yeah, I don't think so."

"I mean, it could happen."

"It doesn't matter. I'm over it," Y/N sighed, trying to convince herself too. "Anyways, how are you guys?"

"Ah, we're okay," Rumi smiled. "We still wish you were with us, though. You would've nailed our last song."

"Yeah, and we're going on tour soon!" Zoey blurted excitedly.

"Tour?" Y/N repeated under her breath, raising a brow.

Mira stepped on Zoey's foot, making the younger girl wince, "Why would you say that?"

"Well, that sounds nice," Y/N offered them a tight-lipped smile. "Congrats."

The girls gave her nervous smiles in return. Y/N wanted to yell at them for moving on without her, but deep down, she knew it wasn't really their fault. They had tried to help her. It just wasn't enough.

"You know," Rumi spoke up again as she stirred her drink, "you always said we'd take over the industry together."

"Yep, and you guys beat me to it," Y/N chuckled humorlessly. "Congratulations. Again."

Mira, never one for sugarcoating, spoke up. "Honestly, the industry’s a joke. Half the groups nowadays can’t even perform live without tripping over themselves or cracking their voices. And don’t get me started on their producers."

That made Y/N pause. Her fingers tightened around her cup. A thought crept into her head: somewhere between reckless and spiteful.

If they can make it big, what's stopping me? I can still topple these people over.

She glanced at them, a slow grin pulling at the corner of her mouth. Maybe it was the spite, maybe the caffeine, maybe the bitterness she had been drowning in since she fell from grace. Whatever it was, it brought back that burning flame in her.

"You know what?" she stood up. "Keep your comebacks and tours. I'm gonna make my own group."

The girls blinked in unison.

"Wait, you're serious?" Zoey asked. "I mean, I'd totally stan, but... You're being for real? Like, for real, for real?"

"Oh, yeah," Y/N declared proudly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm gonna get my hands on those rookies no one cares about, and I'm gonna make them win. You better watch your backs. I'm coming for your charts."

It was a bold and reckless thing to say, but hours later, hunched over a poster commission in her dim apartment, the weight of it hit her.

"I don’t even know enough people for a group," she groaned, rubbing her face. "Always running your damn mouth before thinking."

She pulled up her contacts, scrolling through names she hadn't spoken to in months. Most were people still tangled up in the industry. Others were people too scared to be seen with her, or people she wouldn’t work with even if it meant saving her own career. She even noticed a few missing contacts.

"They must've blocked me," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

But then, a familiar username caught her eye.

PhantomNote.

The last time they spoke was a week after Jinu ghosted her. He had listened to her rant, comforted her, and then started rambling about how newbie producers and idols kept ruining his song demos.

Y/N smirked. If anyone would be willing to join her reckless plan, it'd be him.

HeroicHipPOWH : R u alive or do I need to guilt-donate u 1M to get ur attention??

HeroicHipPOWH : Pls notice me senpai 🙏

PhantomNote : ew wtf

Author's Note : In the history of me being on tumblr this is the fastest time I posted another chapter wow 🤡

Anyways I try to respond to every comment I can respond to, so if for example I missed urs I'm sorry 😭

Also if u requested to b on the taglist n I haven't tagged u, u can lmk 🫠

Okiee baibai thank you for your support!! Lotsa lovee 🥹🫶

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This is for anyone who reads Romeo! (Scara fic) or Revolver (Aventurine fic) so u can ignore if u don't read them 🤷‍♀️

(TL;DR at the bottom b4 tag lists if you don't want to read my yapping)

To "Romeo!" and "Revolver" readers, I hate to say this, but I've been wracking my brain, and unfortunately decided to put both fics on short hold while I:

1. Try to focus on "OUT OF FRAME!!"

2. Brainstorm where I want the story to go

Honestly, I love both stories, but they were made a bit on a whim. Despite that, I don't want to take them down or abandon them, because I've put so much planning into them, but I feel it's not strong enough to be a memorable story for you guys. So I hope you'll give me time to improve both stories, and hopefully I'll be able to make both stories enjoyable for everyone.

I also wanna apologize because I keep saying I'm working on it, but I end up dropping this notice instead of another chapter 😭

But I will be sure to upload more chapters once I figure out where I want both stories to go, no matter if "OUT OF FRAME!!" is still ongoing or not. Also I think I mentioned this in the last chapter of Revolver but I'm on summer break, so I'm determined to be productive in writing 🫠

Thank you for your patience, and all your support! Lots of love!! 🥹🫶

TL;DR : Romeo! and Revolver will be put on hold while I try to improve both stories' plots. I apologize, and thank you. Lots of love 🥹🫶

Taglists (both still open) :

• Romeo! : @featuredtofu @shutingstar @alatusorrow @skyvella @mellowberrie @sketcheeee @lovelypadisarah @toastedfailure @noellefan101 @scaraenthusiast1 @liuaneee @holaseniorahoe @ale-t13 @jiminscarmex @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully

• Revolver : @tainted-artist4161 @arxxq @arisha128 @reixtsu @nyanyanihao

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01 OUT OF FRAME!! - Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word Count : 1120

TW : None

'[BREAKING] Huntr/x's Y/N and Soloist Jinu Spotted on A Date'

'Experts Predict Career Fallout for Huntr/x and Jinu's Amid Dating Rumors'

'Fans Demand Removal of Y/N from Huntr/x After Dating Scandal'

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched Bobby scroll through the articles, some headlines harsher than the rest.

"Would you like to explain yourself, Y/N?" Celine asked, her voice low. Y/N's gaze flitted around the room: to the other Huntr/x girls sitting on the sides, to her own brother whose gaze seemed glued to the laptop screen in front of him.

Anywhere but to Celine.

"It was just one night," her voice was shakier than she wished it was. "I— We were careful, I promise! It's just been so long since we saw each other..."

"If you were really careful," Celine gestured to the screen, "you wouldn't have been caught."

Y/N went quiet at that. She clenched her fists under the table. All eyes were on her, and she felt like she was being put on trial for something as harmless as falling in love. But this response... Was love harmful after all?

"I don't get it," Y/N spoke up again. "The contract said artists under Honmoon Entertainment are allowed to date. Why is me going out with Jinu a problem?"

"Yes, but this backlash was unexpected," Celine argued, but still kept her cool. "We have to be responsible in protecting Huntr/x's image."

Y/N's eyes widened. She had a feeling she knew where this was going, "What are you saying...?"

The room was quiet for a moment. Celine heaved out a sigh, shaking her head.

"Y/N, it's best if you leave Huntr/x immediately."

"What?!" the Huntr/x girls straightened, ready to protest.

"Celine, there has to be another way!" Zoey was the first to speak up. "We can't lose Y/N! She's important to the group!"

"What if we let the situation play out?" Rumi suggested. "Maybe the fans will eventually let it slide."

Celine's gaze sharpened, "and if they don't?"

The room went quiet once again. Zoey stopped herself from saying more, Mira clenched her fists, and Rumi looked at Y/N with apologetic eyes.

Y/N swallowed again, looking at Bobby like he was her last hope. Surely her older brother would help her, right?

"Bobby," her voice shook. "Bobby, please. Say something. Anything."

Bobby didn't move, his gaze glued to the articles in his phone. He took a deep breath, apologetic and worried expression morphing into a more serious one.

When he spoke, it wasn't as her brother, but rather as a manager who was willing to do anything to protect his group.

Even if it meant sacrificing family.

"You know how this works, Y/N," his voice held no hesitation. "I can't stop this."

Y/N's stomach twisted into knots. Her eyes glossed over, but she held them back, digging her nails into her own palms. She wouldn't let herself cry. Not in front of everyone like this.

"You're kidding," she scoffed, a bitter laugh catching in her throat. It was almost pathetic, like she was laughing at herself. "You're... You're seriously kicking me out over something like this?"

Celine sighed, almost like she pitied her. Or was trying to. Y/N couldn't really tell.

"Y/N, if I could protect you from this, I would," she started. "But the public has already decided and you’ve left us with no choice. You'll need to have your things cleared out by tomorrow."

Y/N wanted to defend herself. Why did something as ordinary and human as going on a date with your beloved have to be followed up with a punishment so cruel?

But the verdict was already written whether she liked it or not: she was no longer a member of Huntr/x.

"Fine," Y/N spat, standing up and walking straight for the door. "Have it your way."

"Y/N, wait!" Zoey stood up, ready to follow her ex-groupmate and comfort her.

"No, Zoey," Celine's cold tone stopped the girl in her tracks. "This is for the best."

"Isn't this too much?" Rumi looked at Celine pleadingly. "She's just going on a date. It's not harming anyone."

"I understand this is a difficult choice, but she has to understand the consequences of her own actions."

"Consequences? Of hanging out with a boy?" Mira's voice raised. "You could've just put her on timeout, but you chose to kick her out!"

"That's enough," Celine stood up, glaring down at the girls. "The choice is made. Y/N will leave, and Huntr/x will resume activities as a three-membered girl group."

The girls went quiet. They shared a look, then left the meeting room quietly.

"I wish it didn't come down to this," Celine heaved out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Bobby looked at the door, debating on going to talk to his younger sister. Maybe he could offer some support and get her back on her feet...

But in the end, he chose against it.

And he let her leave alone.

Her room was a mess. Boxes and bags everywhere with her belongings hastily shoved inside. The other girls had told her to take it easy, that they would talk to Celine and let her stay with them until she figured things out. However, Y/N was too prideful. She loved the girls, but she wouldn't let herself stay.

She had to leave. Fast.

Her gaze averted to her phone charging on her desk, showing her chat with Jinu.

'I need you'

She sent the text 15 minutes ago. Still no reply from him.

Y/N didn't want to believe it. The world felt like it was against her. Surely, her own boyfriend wouldn't leave her alone, right?

He promised.

She grabbed her phone and called his number. Each beep left her heart beating faster than before. She wanted to hear him comfort her. To meet him again, and cast the pain aside.

"Please pick up, please pick up..."

But there was no answer.

"C'mon, Jinu... Where are you...?" her breathing grew heavy as she tried again.

Still no answer.

She wasn't the type of person to beg, but that night, she was willing to get on her knees if it meant he would answer even a single call.

But he didn't.

Every call was left unanswered.

Every text was left unread.

Y/N collapsed on her messy bed and finally let the tears fall. Because she had to accept the bitter truth: she was really alone now.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not with him, not with anyone else. But it happened anyway, and the cause of it all? Love.

Love is a beautiful thing, but it's also a rebellious bird no one can tame.

And tonight, love chose to hurt her.

Author's Note : I managed to finish this earlier than expected to here ya go. I genuinely hope it's up to the expectations cuz I didn't expect all the attention 😭😭

Again, thank you so much for all your support!! Lotsa lovee!! 🥹🫶

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00 OUT OF FRAME!! - Introduction

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Y/N : Ex-member of Huntr/x and Bobby's younger sister. Driven by jealousy and competitive spirit, she forms the Saja Boys as a way to surpass her brother and old group.

Jinu : A soloist who started off with a promising career, but was shelved by his agency after a major dating rumor. He now sings anonymously on the streets as a way to hold onto his passion for singing.

Mystery : A streamer popular for his covers and singing streams. Tends to be quiet, but grows more talkative with people he trusts, especially about things that interest him.

Romance : A model popular for his looks and playful charm. A smooth-talker, he knows how to charm his way into others' hearts.

Baby : A rapper known for his catchy verses during his street rap battles. Was an idol trainee, but decided to leave the industry.

Abby : A member of a popular dance crew, but was recently kicked out due to being "too ambitious". He dances alone now, but still hopes for a place to belong.

Bobby : Manager of Huntr/x and Y/N's older brother. Has a complicated relationship with Y/N after she got kicked out of the group.

Rumi : Leader and lead vocalist of Huntr/x. Was like a big sister to Y/N, and still worries for her even after she was kicked out of the group.

Mira : Choreographer and visual of Huntr/x. Her blunt and brash personality often clashed with Y/N, but they don't hate each other per se.

Zoey : Rapper and lyricist of Huntr/x. Saw Y/N as an older sister, and misses having her around.

Celine : CEO of Honmoon Entertainment and Rumi's foster mother. Truly cares about Huntr/x, and is willing to do anything to secure the group.

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Author's Note : THIS IS MY MOST POPULAR POST N IT'S BEEN LESS THAN A DAY WHERE DID Y'ALL COME FROM??? 😭😭

But srsly thoo, tysm for the support I'll do my best to write a good fic for y'all!! Lotsa lovee 🥹🫶

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OUT OF FRAME!!

A Jinu fic

"Let's surpass someone's dreams and make it the proof of our existence"

Synopsis : A major dating scandal cost Y/N her spot in the rising girl group Huntr/x, and unfortunately ended her idol career. Her ex-group, managed by her own brother, continues to climb to greater heights without her, fueling her jealousy and competitive spirit. Determined to outshine them, Y/N takes on a new role as manager, scouts five boys from across South Korea's entertainment industry, and forms the Saja Boys with a single goal: surpass her old group and topple her brother's success.

Pairings : human idol! jinu x manager! reader

Tags : Second chances, slow-burn (?), found family, slice of life, exes to lovers (in a good way I promise ;-;), crack, angst (?)

Warnings : references to some parts of Kpop Demon Hunters (some are more visible than the rest), swearing, death threat jokes, abuse (?), mistreatment, reader's pronouns are she/her, reader is Bobby's sister (is that a warning??), fluff, slow burn (?), crack

Status : ongoing

Author's Note : *starts a new fic despite having two ongoing fics* Hey, baby gorilla :) Kpop Demon Hunters was sooooo good, and this plot has been rotting in my drafts after my high school scrapped it off for a play, and I think this is a good opportunity to put it to use! As per my last two fics, I will always put a tw before every chapter, so please read that first, and if I missed any warnings, please let me know (though the story is slice of life, so idrt there will be a lot of tws). I'll also be sure to update the tags and everything as the story progresses, and I apologize in advance for any mistakes

00 : Introduction

01 : Only Love Can Hurt Like This

02 : A Declaration of War

03 : You WILL Notice Me, Senpai

04 : He's Better at Walking in Heels Than I Am

05 : Who Taught the Baby How to Rap Battle?

06 : Wow, Your Abs Can Really Dance

07 : Four Idiots and A Missing Main Vocal

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