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dancing in the rain with ateez - hyung line

SUMMARY: what it's like to dance in the rain with ateez's hyung line, and how it happens. PAIRING(S): ateez hyung line x gn!reader GENRE: fluff! AU/TROPE INFO: implied idol!au, dancing in the rain, established relationship WORD COUNT: 1.7k WARNINGS: mild language RATING: g A/N: i've had these thoughts rolling around in my head for an absurd amount of time. what better time to get them out than the teezer 5 year anniversary? maknae line coming soon. and a huge shout out to my twinnie @pocketjoong for the beta, mwah. NET PINGS: @wonderlandnet

hongjoong (wc: 422)

it’s a near torrential downpour when the two of you finally emerge from his studio. you were deaf to it in the soundproofed walls of hongjoong’s second home, but in the halls of the kq building, the pounding rain echoes clear as day. his eyes widen and you sigh. 

“we could stay and see if it passes?” your boyfriend suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“joongie, it’s three in the morning. we need to get some sleep tonight. and besides, i told you to bring an umbrella. this is just karma.”

resolutely, you start for the door, and you hear hongjoong groan behind you. his footsteps pick up again a moment later.

“i just don’t want you to get soaked, sweetheart, i—”

you reach the door and turn, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him. “are you sure you're not more worried about your hair?” you tease, reaching up to ruffle the freshly dyed shock of blue.

he rolled his eyes  and batted your hand away, pink tinting his ears. "that, too."

grinning, you take his hand. before he can react, you yank him through the doors and onto the sidewalk. your laughter and the roar of the sheets of rain are not enough to drown out his squawk of protest as you're both doused. 

when you turn to face him, there's an exasperated grin on his face. he tugs you back to him, your own surprised shout leaving you as you collide with his firm chest. 

his arms lace around your waist as your hands settle on his shoulders, and he slowly starts to sway to whatever tune is playing in his head. a soft smile overtakes your features and you reach a hand up, carding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

you both sigh as your lips meet and you melt into each other, the rain muffling the sounds of the city and wrapping you up in your own little world.

you're still swaying when you part, eyes closed as you press into each other, fighting off the chill sinking into your bones with each other's body heat. 

hongjoong pulls back when a shiver lights down your spine, and you reluctantly let your hand drop back to his shoulder. 

a shock of color catches your eye before you can meet his adoring gaze, and you bark a laugh at the pale blue tinting your fingertips and under your nails.

“maybe you were right about your hair,” you hummed, waving your stained hand between you.

“karma.”

seonghwa (wc: 357)

you’re on a quiet stroll through your favorite park, one hand wrapped around your favorite drink and the other laced with seonghwa’s. clouds have hung in the air all morning, the smell of petrichor lingering in the air. but they’ve been there for longer than just today, so neither of you are particularly worried about it.

until, that is, you feel seonghwa startle next to you. he looks up with a furrowed brow, patting the top of his silky hair. 

you tilt your head at him, curious and questioning. “what’s the matter?”

he frowns, reaching an open palm out and shaking his head. “nothing, i guess. i thought i felt rain.”

you frown, reaching out a hand and looking up. nothing. still, you turn your attention back to your boyfriend. “we can head back home, if you’d prefer.”

to your surprise and delight, he huffed a sigh and pouted, shaking his head and tugging you back along the path you had been following before. “no. i’m enjoying this too much.”

it only takes a few minutes before you’re both regretting that suggestion, diving for cover underneath the branches of the trees around you as the rain starts to patter to the ground.

you’re both laughing as you run a hand through your hair. “maybe we should have gone,” you sigh, blinking up at him.

seonghwa hums thoughtfully, a soft smile playing at his lips. “or maybe it’s a good thing we stayed.” 

he stepped toward you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you into his chest and you can feel the warmth radiating from him as you offer him a confused smile, resting your open hand and your near-empty drink on his shoulder.

slowly, he steps back out into the rain, giving you ample time to protest before you’re getting doused too. for a moment, you flinch, but as he starts to sway, you relax in his arms again. 

sighing, you match his rhythm and press your lips against his own. “maybe it is a good thing we stayed.” 

your hopeless romantic of a boyfriend beams, pulling you closer and kissing you once again.

yunho (wc: 409)

you’ve found yourself like this countless times, leaning back against yunho’s warm chest as you both watch the rain fall in curtains against the window. for as long as you’ve been together, rainy days have been for curling up together and keeping dry, but today a certain romanticism tugs at your heartstrings.

“what are you thinking?” he murmurs against your temple, ever-aware of the smallest shifts in your mood.

“just being wistful and dreamy again,” you sigh, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “nothing bad, i promise.”

“okay,” he sighs, a curious lilt in his voice. “then what is it?”

“thinking about dancing in the rain, like we’re in a music video or something.” 

you saw him brighten in the reflection, his sunshiney grin warming your heart. “let’s go, then. let’s do it.” 

you turn in his arms, blinking back at him in confusion. “are you… are you serious? we don’t have to; it’s just one of those dumb little romantic tropes—”

he nods eagerly, releasing his hold around you to take your hand instead, tugging you toward your front door. you follow him in a bit of a daze, a disbelieving smile plastered on your face.

he barely stops to grab your keys and doesn’t give you time to put your shoes on before he’s dragging you out front and into the grass. you squeak at the chill, startled, but follow him as he tugs on your hand, spinning you back into his arms.

the look in his eyes is one you can only describe as “pure adoration” as your open hand lands firm on his shoulder, and he hums softly as he sways with you.

“is it everything you thought it would be?” he teases, eyes twinkling down at you.

“all that and more, yuyu,” you giggle, leaning up to catch his lips in a chaste kiss.

a flash of mischief glints behind his eye, and before you can process the movement, he’s dipping you back toward the ground and locking your lips, kissing you deeper than he had all night.

he swallows the gasp that leaves you and you melt into him, finding yourself completely breathless as he pulls you back up to your feet.

“so much more,” you sigh, giggling against his lips as you trade smaller, sweeter kisses, completely lost in each other as you sway to nothing but the sound of your own breaths and the water falling around you.

yeosang (wc: 527)

“how are you entirely out of batteries?” you groan, flopping back against your boyfriend’s bed. “you’re a gamer, aren’t you supposed to be well-stoked in these things?”

somewhere on the other side of the bedroom, you hear him grunt, huffing an annoyed sigh as you realize the sound was likely accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. “most of my stuff is rechargeable or hardwired. and if i need a flashlight, i usually use my phone.”

“well, maybe you shouldn’t have let it die, then!”

“like you’re any better. i saw you playing pocket camp until yours died, too.”

he’s right and you know it, so you don’t press the issue any further. you can already feel boredom sinking under your skin, though, and you breathe another sigh. outside, lightning flashes and thunder rolls, briefly silhouetting your boyfriend against the window.

“it looks like the convenience store on the corner has power. we could go grab snacks and batteries, then come back and play board games? or maybe the power will be back on by then.”

you join him, huffing an annoyed sigh as he’s proven right. “so the shady corner store has a backup generator and your top-of-the-line dorm doesn’t?”

“there are more fridges in there.” you shudder at the thought of his own fridge. “c’mon, let’s beat the rush, just in case.”

it isn’t until the front door of the building clicks shut behind you, the familiar electronic buzz of the door’s lock glaringly missing that you realize your mistake, “yeo, we can’t card in.” 

he stops in his tracks, blinking with his head half-turned to face you. “shit, you’re right.”

heart dropping, you reach for the door handle, groaning when it doesn’t budge. you try again, tugging harder and harder, panic rising in your throat—

until a warm hand envelopes your own, gently prying your fingers from the metal before pressing a kiss to the tip of each one. you look up at your boyfriend, an apologetic smile on his face, and let yourself slump against him. he hums quietly, the low rumble entwining in his chest with the beating of his heart, and you feel the tension slowly drain from your body as he rocks you gently from side to side. 

“we can still go get snacks, if you want,” he murmurs after a time. “then we can just… hang out until the power’s back on.” 

“not like we have much choice,” you grumble, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

he hums once in affirmation before picking his tune up again, shifting in a small circle as he sways with you. you feel his sigh more than you hear it, his lungs expanding for a moment before he lets his eyes slide closed.

“besides, isn’t dancing in the rain with the love of your life supposed to be romantic?”

you’re silent for too long, and when he opens his eyes, he’s relieved to find you grinning up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “am i the love of your life, sangie?” 

his eyes go wide, cheeks and ears blossoming pink as he realizes what he said. well, there was no going back now.

“yes. you are.” 

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[bunnliix]

The Point of No Return - Hongjoong x reader

I am in an angsty mood so here we go. This was born out of the need for angst but also Ateezchella so this is what happened.

Pairing: Hongjoong x reader Summary: Hongjoong had invited you along with them to Coachella, not wanting you to miss out on this experience with them. However, things don't go to plan. wc: 3k AU: n/a Genre: Angst, Hurt/no comfort Nets: @newworldnet warnings: Death, blood, kidnapping, disappearances, crying, descriptions of a dead body, it's basically just really depressing and sad. it's hurt/no comfort for a reason

You had followed the boys to Coachella for their performances, partially because your boyfriend wanted you to experience this with him and the rest of the members. You had watched their soundcheck, cheering as loud as you could in support of them, which left a smile on Hongjoong’s face. You thoroughly enjoyed the set list they chose for the festival, jumping along to every single song and sometimes attempting the choreography, making the boys try their hardest not to laugh. You weren’t exactly a dancer, so sometimes the moves ended up looking a little funny, but you were having fun and that’s all that matters. 

Today was D-day, the boy’s first performance at Coachella, and the boys were a bundle of nerves, and so were you. There was nothing any of you could really do, except try and relax, and you were told by all the boys to go and enjoy the performances for the boys since they weren’t able to roam around before their set. You roamed around the festival grounds, enjoying the atmosphere and the vibes, and just soaking in the energy around you. You went to attend Sabrina Carpenter’s set, which was one of the few that day that you were excited to watch live. There had been a couple times you almost had the chance to see her live in concert, but then life or Ateez things had come up and blocked those plans.

Being that you were a part of the Ateez entourage, you normally wouldn’t have security, but Hongjoong was concerned about sasaengs and other dangers that could happen at the festival, and added you as a part of the security team’s list of people to protect. So you had two members of the team with you at all times, despite your insistence that you would be fine by yourself.

“Won’t the boys need you back with them soon?” You asked one of your bodyguards.

“We’re supposed to stay with you until you meet up with the staff before their set.” He informed you, the other nodding along in agreement. 

“Well, I don’t really need both of you here, I’m only going to Sabrina’s set, and then I’m going to head over to the Sahara stage to wait for their set. Maybe one of you can head back then?” You suggested to them.

“We’re really not supposed to leave you with only one of us, Mr. Kim told us that we’re both supposed to stay with you until you meet with KQ staff.” The other bodyguard spoke up.

“But if I’m only going from one stage to the other, what could go wrong?” You said.

“If you’re sure you’ll only need one of us, then I’ll head back.” The second bodyguard told you.

“I’m sure. The boys will need you more than I will.” You told him, a tone of finality in your voice.

Watching the guard walk away, you turned to the remaining man, telling him that it was time to head over to the stage for Sabrina’s performance. He walked closely behind you as you made your way through the crowds, weaving through the groups of people, quickly navigating the festival grounds and arriving just in time to Sabrina’s set. You didn’t mind being farther back, it allowed you to have more space to move about, and room to breathe.

Singing along to every song she sang, you were having the time of your life. You had more than a couple people look over at you during the entire set, not that you cared. Though, there were more than a couple times that a couple different sets of people bumped into you, which you quickly shook off, not thinking anything of it except that people wanted to get closer to the stage and were not aware of anyone around them. You didn’t let some rude people ruin the fun and excitement of finally seeing Sabrina live.

Eventually the performance came to an end, and it was your time to head over to the Sahara stage, to find both one of the staff members that you were meeting up with, plus to get a spot for the boys’ performance late that night. You once again started weaving your way through the festival grounds, stopping for some food and a drink along the way. You waited in line with your guard right next to you, and after getting what you paid for, you headed over to the Sahara stage, ready to start the long wait till your boys’ set. Once you got close to the stage, you waved off the remaining bodyguard, telling him you could make it the short distance to the staff member by yourself, and he reluctantly left, heading back to where the rest of the security team was situated. 

Time skip to the performance...

Hongjoong was having the time of his life on stage, soaking up the atmosphere around him, feeding on the energy coming from his members and the crowd, and knowing that his girlfriend was somewhere out there as well, cheering him and the others on just as she had the day prior. All too quickly did it end, and despite the mix up that was the failure of the boys to exit the stage the way they planned to, the rest of their performance couldn’t have gone better. 

Arriving back at the backstage area for performers, they quickly took photos, before finding somewhere to sit down and just relax after the adrenaline rush that was their performance. The minutes ticked by, Hongjoong growing worried and impatient that you had yet to show up backstage. Had staff not done their job? Had they not made sure you were allowed back here? Should he send their manager out to grab you? He checked his phone, but you hadn’t sent him anything. Maybe your phone died? These questions swirled inside of his head, until the staff member they had assigned to meet you came rushing into the area, and over to the group's manager. Hongjoong got up, making his way over to the two, when he heard his manager exclaim to the staff member.

“What do you mean she never showed up?! Why didn’t you say something hours ago?!” The manager half yelled at the staff member, who started making excuses. 

Hongjoong stopped in his tracks, the words constantly replaying over and over in his head. You had never shown up and made contact with the staff member? He knew your bodyguard came back, he saw the man return, but he had assumed that meant you had found the staff member who was supposed to be responsible for you during your time spent at their stage.

Seonghwa came up beside their captain, a worried look on his face. “What do you mean she never showed up? Where is she then?” He inquired, to which no one had answers for him.

Hongjoong stayed silent for a moment longer, before launching into action, moving to find the men responsible for your safety. He quickly found the two men, barking out at them, “What the fuck were you doing? No one can find my girlfriend, the woman you were supposed to be protecting?!” He yelled at them, throwing any pretense of being calm right out the window. 

The guard who he had seen return started talking first. “I escorted her to the stage, and once we were there, she convinced me that she could find the staff member on her own, and so I returned here.” He told Hongjoong.

“You should have stayed with her until she made contact with our staff. Now she’s missing and it might be your fucking fault!” He yelled, getting close to the security guard until San and Jongho pulled him away, the entire group having followed their captain on his warpath. 

“I didn’t think she could have gotten into danger in the couple hundred feet it would have taken her to get to the staff member.” The guard justified his actions, and indirectly, your choices to tell the guard to leave.

“Well you made a wrong decision. Now get out there and go look for her, you assholes!” He screamed at them, the two quickly leaving with the rest of the security team to scour the grounds for you, or any hints as to where you’ve gone. 

The members convinced Hongjoong to go back to where they had been, and wait for news. Hongjoong couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth until he heard that they had found you. He wouldn’t be able to handle anything less than you showing up in front of him. He couldn’t bear the thought of them not finding you, of never seeing you again.

A security team member came jogging in, trying to catch his breath once he stopped. He raised a hand, and Hongjoong immediately knew it was your phone. He’d recognize that case anywhere, he hand painted it for you after all. Sunflowers, the flower you reminded him of. The reality of the situation started kicking in at that moment, and he knew that you wouldn’t have just left your phone hanging around. There was no way you would have, you protected your phone like it held the codes for nuclear bombs.

He fell to his knees, knowing something had gone horribly wrong, and he felt responsible for it all, seeing as he was the one who pushed for you to go out and enjoy the festival. He should have kept you here with them, shouldn’t have let you out of their, out of his sight. If he had kept you here with them, it wouldn’t be like this right now, you would be safe here with them, not out there alone, or worse. 

Yunho moved to take the phone from the security team member, using the code they all knew to open it. Finding that once he did, the notes app was left open, and as he read the text on the screen, he felt his stomach drop.

‘She doesn’t deserve you. No one deserves you. You’re too good for her. It’s okay, you’ll be better off without her. Atiny will make sure she stays far away from you. You don’t need to worry about her. She’ll be an eternal attendee of Coachella.’

Mingi looked at the text from over his friend's shoulder, and could help but let out a sob. This alerted the others that something was wrong.

“Yunho. Mingi. What’s going on?” Seonghwa questioned, and Yunho could only shake his head before he turned the phone towards Seonghwa, who quickly read what was on the screen, tears falling from his eyes as his hand came to cover his mouth.

Hongjoong, coming back to the present, quickly stood up, losing his balance and Jongho rushed to steady him, before he shrugged off the maknae’s help.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking between the three men.

“Hongjoong, I don’t think you should know.” Seonghwa tried to persuade his best friend.

“I need to know. Show me now!” Hongjoong said, before just snatching your phone from Yunho’s hand, looking down at the text on his lover’s phone. His face paled as he read further, the phone eventually dropping from his hand, dropping right down to the ground. Yeosang rushed to pick it up, finding that the screen had been shattered, the text on the screen still readable, though the fairy-like man couldn’t find it in himself to read it, not after seeing his friend’s reactions to what was contained on the phone.

Hongjoong himself collapsed, his body falling to the ground not long after your phone did. Where were you? He couldn’t believe that their fans, no they weren’t fans, not if they did something to you. They could never be fans if these were the actions they decided to take, that they felt he was too good for you. He was in a state of shock, he couldn’t process anything going on outside of the thoughts in his own head. 

Thankfully Seonghwa stepped in, ordering the security team and their staff to go searching the grounds, making sure they knew to cover every single piece of the festival, and they all set out. Yunho and the others were already huddling around Hongjoong, trying their best to comfort the man, their friend whose girlfriend is currently missing and more than likely, in danger. From those who claim to be their own fans. 

None of the boys have any sense of time, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours, until the sound of an incoming call comes from one of their phones. It’s Seonghwa’s phone that’s ringing and he answers it, hoping for good news. As the other boys watched him step away and listen to what the person on the other side was saying, they saw him freeze before he dropped to the ground as his hand holding the phone fell into his lap.

Yeosang and Wooyoung hurry over to their hyung’s side, Yeosang hugging the older man while Wooyoung took the phone, pulling it up to his ear to find out what happened, interrogating the person on the phone. Soon he fell into the same state as Seonghwa, sobs bursting out of his mouth as tears flowed down his cheeks, his head shaking as he repeatedly denied the knowledge he had just gained. This signaled to the others that whatever news their staff had, wasn’t good. 

“Seonghwa-hyung, talk to me. What did they say?” Yeosang tried to get his friend to talk, but his friend wouldn’t say a word.

“They found her.” Wooyoung whispered, everyone turning to him, the silence so loud you could hear a pin drop, despite the roaring of the crowds not too far away.

“And?” Mingi asked, daring to hope that they would get some good news tonight.

“She’s dead. They killed her. She’s gone.” Seonghwa managed to get out, before he doubled over, unable to say anymore. 

‘She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead.’ Those two words echoed in Hongjoong’s mind, and he wouldn’t, he couldn’t let himself believe that. You couldn’t be dead, he saw you only hours ago. There’s no way they would have killed you. Why would anyone want to hurt you? He stared down at his hands as they sat in his lap, feeling as if he just believed you were alive and this was all a big joke, it would become true.

“They want one of us to come confirm it’s her. They’re sending a member of the security team to come take one of us to her.” Yeosang spoke up, having just hung up the call with whoever had informed them of this news.

Silence reigned over them for a couple minutes, until Hongjoong spoke up. “I need to see her. She can’t be dead. She just can’t be.”

“I don’t know if that’s wise Hongjoong-hyung.” Yunho said to the older man, “I think it’s probably best if one of us goes to do that. You don’t want to have your last memory of her like this.” He told his friend.

“She’s not dead, she’s just fine. I’ll see her and we can get her some help and she’ll be okay.” Their captain continued, deep in denial.

The rest of the group looked at him with pity in their eyes, they knew he wouldn’t believe that you were gone until he saw it for himself, but they didn’t want to see him destroy himself once he realized the truth. They knew exactly how much their friend cared for you, and this would destroy him. He was planning to propose to you next weekend, after they finished their performance. And now he’d never get the chance to.

Finally the members of the team arrived to lead whoever wanted to take the burden of confirming that the body was in fact you. What they arrived at, was the boys on the ground and cries and sniffles coming from those who realized it was time to go see you. Seonghwa stood up, assuming the responsibility, though Jongho joined him, and soon it became the entirety of Ateez, surrounding Hongjoong at the center of them all. He had insisted on going, and none of them could tell him no.

They made the trek over to the spot where those people had left you, and sadly, it wasn’t far from where the backstage area was. It was a deserted area, where very few people would stumble upon, leaving the perfect place for those demented people to take you.

San was the first to see you, where you laid on the grass, with so many people surrounding you. His steps faltered, and that caught their attention until they saw where San was looking, and gasps and cries came from the group as they processed that it was really you. That you really were gone, that your lifeless body laid there on the grass, almost as if you were just taking a nap instead. Hongjoong scrambled over to you, everyone moving out of his way to allow the idol passage.

He fell to the ground next to you, a shaky hand reaching out and touching your face, flinching away at how cold you felt. This was when it all started to kick in for him, that you were really gone, that he’d never get to see you smile again, never get to kiss you, never get to hear your voice call his name.

“You can’t be gone, you can’t leave me like this. We were supposed to spend our lives together!! You have to come back! Please, just come back to me.” Hongjoong cried out, leaning over your body, the shirt you were wearing was his, he picked this outfit out for you this morning. God, that was the last time he saw you alive. He’d never get to wake up next to you in the mornings, never get to go on another date with you. Never get to see you walk down the aisle towards him wearing a wedding dress and saying yes to being with him for the rest of your lives. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. 

The rest of Ateez gathered around Hongjoong and you, both mourning your passing and trying to be there to support their captain, their friend. You were a special part in all of their lives, how were they supposed to move on from this?

If you wanna see a beautifully written continuation to this fic, check out this fic by @vent-stink, which I consider a very canonical ending to how Hongjoong would react after all of this.

Taglist: @bethelighthalazia

[rems-writing]

Humble and kindness

Pairing: rookie!San x maestro!reader

Summary: This will take place in an orchestral setting

Warning(s): people being dicks. That's pretty much it

Genre: Fluff with some angst

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

Since @sannie4luv is a huge San stan, I'm tagging her in this :3

As San straightened out his pristine suit jacket that was ironed to perfection, he looked himself in the mirror one last time and gave himself a small pep talk.

"You got this, San. You can do it. You've been practicing for months on end for this very moment. You can make it. Fighting!"

After releasing a short breath, he picked up his silver violin case, slung it over his shoulder, and began walking briskly from out of his apartment to the busy streets of Seoul.

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He probably should've brought an umbrella. Good thing he packed an emergency one in his case.

After closing it back up and opening the umbrella, he made his way to the symphony hall again. He only had three more blocks to cover. As he continued to walk briskly yet carefully in the rain, he noticed something odd. A few feet away from him, a young woman was wearing a cloak and was standing under a newspaper stand to try and shield herself from the rain. She had been asking for various strangers to lend their umbrella, only to be met with half assed apologies or straight up rudeness whenever they said no.

His heart broke when most of them were young people with violin cases slung over their shoulders as well. Looks like they cared more about the competition than helping a stranger out.

Due to the fact that he couldn't stand the weary woman suffering for so long, he walked over to her and put on his kindest smile.

"Hello, ma'am. Need to go somewhere?"

The woman heard his voice and let out a soft cry of relief.

"Yes yes! I need to get to the symphony hall. I want to see my child audition! Unfortunately, my car broke down in the middle of horrendous downpour and I didn't bring an umbrella with me so I had no choice but to stand here."

"How long have you been in the rain?"

"Not too long but it feels likes ages! Please, young man. Can you help me?"

A short internal conflict went on inside his mind. His brain told him to just ditch the woman and hope she forgives him while his heart told him to help her out so she wouldn't miss her child's audition. Sighing quietly, he made up his mind.

"Ok. I can take you. I might be late, but I'd rather be late than have someone's kid audition knowing that their number one supporter isn't there for them."

The woman's eyes shone brightly and a grateful smile graced her face. She scuffled under his umbrella and was even more shocked when she felt his jack be draped over her shoulders.

"But what about you?! Your shirt will be soaked and you will get sick!"

"Your wellbeing comes first, ma'am. Besides, I have an emergency shirt in my case that I can change into later."

The woman chuckled and they both walked together to the symphony hall.

"So... I presume you will audition as well?"

"Yes, ma'am. I've always wanted to perform in front of my biggest inspiration for years!"

"Ahh! Let me guess. Is it that one young girl? Y/N?"

San nodded eagerly and the woman chuckled.

"I heard she got her rise to fame fairly quick. She used to be a street performer and now here she is, playing in the KQ Grand Hall in front of thousands of her most beloved fans."

"That is correct! It's always been my dream to make a name for myself, wherever that might be." San chuckled sadly before speaking.

"After tearing a muscle in my calf during a taekwondo competition, I thought my life was over. During physical therapy, my hands started to get antsy so the doctor found something for my hands to do. At first, when I played a single note, it sounded like a dying cat being strangled and it was screeching for help."

The woman giggled to that comparison.

"From there, I learned how to play on my own."

"No teacher to guide you?"

"Most of the teachers thought I was too cocky or arrogant whenever I passed a simple lesson. They quit right after teaching me a few lessons. It kind of saddened me, but that didn't stop me from learning. Now, here I am."

"Do you think you'll pass the audition?"

"I would hope so. If not, I'm just grateful enough to even perform in front of y/n."

"That's very humbling of you, young man. I pass on my good luck to you for your audition."

"Thank you, ma'am."

When they arrived at the doors of the symphony hall, San let the woman go in first. She thanked him and was about to give him his jacket back when he shook his head.

"Keep it. I want you to stay warm and healthy."

The woman smiled.

"Alrighty then. Thank you for walking me to this venue. You truly are a kind man."

San simply smiled before waving goodbye to her and turning to the table that had sign-in sheets. Once he signed in, the employee pointed to a practice room behind San, where other musicians were waiting for their audition. Some were even practicing. San thanked the employees and walked to the practice room before finding a seat and opening his case so he could take out his violin and practice.

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The tension in the symphony hall was thick.

Some musicians only made it through halfway of their audition piece before they were sent out of the audition room. A few of them walked in and then walked out since the maestro and her two colleagues, who were also judges, didn't even want to hear to the piece in the first place. It caused an uproar and loud claims of being unfair, to which the maestro shut it down quickly.

One of the musicians even cried as she ran out of the audition room.

The maestro made someone cry!

San was the last one to audition and some of the musicians that auditioned before him wished him the best of luck while others tried to persuade pressure him into backing out and calling it quits since the maestro has high expectations and San will never be able to surpass them. However, San pushed all of that aside and walked into the audition room with a humble head held up high and a kind heart beating rapidly.

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"Hello. Tell us your name, the piece you'll play, and why you want to be a part of the maestro's symphony."

The colleague named Seonghwa spoke mundanely as the colleague named Hongjoong read over San's portfolio. The maestro sat silently in between Matz with the back of her chair facing San. San gulped nervously and spoke.

"Hello. My name is Choi San. The piece I'll play is actually an original piece I composed. Or rather transcribed I should say."

He quickly passed out three copies of his audition. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and the maestro looked over the piece while San kept talking.

"The title of the piece is called Everything. It's actually written by my little brother. His name is Choi Jongho. He allowed me to transcribe his song and his dream is to have this performed in front of thousands of people during a symphony concert."

Seonghwa hummed quietly in approval while Hongjoong spoke up this time.

"It says on your portfolio that you were once a world-renowned taekwondo champion. During an international competition however, you pulled a calf muscle, which rendered you down. You've been in physical therapy and picked up the violin as a hobby."

"That is correct." San answered politely.

"So answer me this. Why would you, a former athletic champion, want to join something as spectacular as the symphony? You could've done some other sport yet you chose to dabble in the arts."

San sighed.

"I've been asked this question a million times and my answer will always be the same. I want to make a name for myself whether it be here or somewhere else. I also want to make my family proud. They've always been there for me. Growing up in Namhae, we don't get a lot of opportunities since it's such a small town. My parents worked hard to make sure Jongho and I have a bright future. They also taught us how to be humble and kind whenever we receive those opportunities. I may sound like I'm talking out of my ass, but it's the truth."

Hongjoong sat there in a stunned silence while Seonghwa leaned in so the maestro could whisper something in his ear. San caught a glimpse of a gold ring on her index finger and looked down at his own, smiling to himself slightly.

Both of them wore a simple gold band on their index finger.

Once Seonghwa nodded, he sat up straight.

"Do you have a backing track for this? Most of the other musicians did."

"I do not. However, I do have the piano chords written down."

Matz were pleasantly surprised by this and Seonghwa nodded to Hongjoong. The smaller man got up and San gave him the sheet music. Hongjoong took it and sat at the piano before cracking his knuckles.

"Ok. Whenever you're ready. I can sight read."

San started and got into playing position.

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Once the audition was over, San stayed in that position with his bow lifted in the air until Hongjoong ceased playing. Seonghwa nodded and Hongjoong got up to take his place at the judge's table once more. San got into resting position and anticipated the words of the judges.

"Hongjoong and I already have our opinions, but the maestro herself would like to say her part."

"I'm ready for what she has to say. Whatever the verdict may be, I deserve it."

The chair spun around and San's breath got knocked out of his chest. Standing before him was y/n. She was wearing her iconic pinstripe pantsuit but in lieu of the pinstripe blazer

Was a very familiar looking suit jacket.

"Wait a minute... you're the woman that was under the newspaper stand?!"

A light giggle escaped her lips and San's heart rate increased rapidly. As her heels clicked over to where he was standing, she stared up at him with a soft smile.

"Yes I was. I knew people would do anything to make sure they made it to their audition on time, even if it meant disregarding anyone that was in need of help."

She reached out to him and fixed his tie, the gold ring brushing against the gray fabric.

"You risked being late to your audition to help out someone in need. And I admire you for that."

San chuckled softly while Matz awkwardly looked away.

"Do you even have a kid?"

"No. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you were a good Samaritan. And you are exactly what I need for my symphony."

After fixing his tie, she took his violin and set it on top of the piano before grabbing his hands in hers.

"You passed your audition. Welcome to the symphony, Choi San. Let me repay your kindness by composing a full orchestral version of your brother's song. You can even conduct it. I'll play for you."

San couldn't help the bright smile on his face as he picked y/n up and spun her around. She didn't mind thought. The feeling of being in this kind man's strong arms felt nice. After he set her down, she spoke once more.

"Shall we get to work?"

[thewatercolours]

PART TWELVE - Replaying King's Quest, Chapter Three (2016)

You know they're the one when you can both fall down the entire length of a mountain together, bumping into boulders, trees, and foot-long thorns at 80 kph, and you both just brush it off and get on with being kind to wolves together like it's no big deal.

I'm not all that fond of the crossing the gorge puzzle.

The litter problem in this forest is abysmal.

So we're caught in the net trap now, and I observe that Graham must have picked his most recent hairstyle because it keeps his hat in place when upside down much better than the old one did. (It's another very funny looking hairstyle when the hat's off, but better than the slickback.)

Aw! YES! I did save Bramble from prison! And it's awesome to hear it acknowledged! Actually I saved everyone this time and I am delighted. No need to guilt Graham out this time, Princess Madeline.

(Purely fanonical observation here, but I propose that the name Triumph suggested for Miss Coatrack at the beginning was "Madeline." Because that would make for three Madelines in this small world.)

Graham speaks squirrel very well, and so does Neese. This Graham has absolutely no need of the... was it a white snake scale from Crispin that made him able to able to understand animals. But then again, original Graham doesn't really either. He was talking very ably with Cedric prior to meeting Crispin, and I am not sure he ever listen to/talks with animals again in that game, unless you count harpies and Manannan the cat.

Navigating so high in the treetops that there's mist down below. What kind of forest is this? A forest for adventurers, to be sure! Maybe another reason why the date with Vee feels more right in its way. There's nothing necessarily more adventurous about a forest than a beach - we can have our Robinson Crusoes as well as our Robin Hoods - but the forest fits with the fairytale-inspired quality of KQ better, and the beach is played more as a tropical resort destination. So the woods just feel more right to me as a memorable place for Graham and his beloved.

Rosy evening with floating, twinkling, golden lights! Lute serenade time! The smile they give each other as they realize, yes, it's time for a kiss. Their relationship as an adventure. Two goofs in love. :-)

[xoilacbongdalive]

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[ladyelainehilfur]

thinking of it, it's strange ateez aren't capitalizing on the animal/character mascots. The only character they push is hehetmon (and his other 7 versions) but that's Yeosang's character associated specifically with him.

I'd love if we could have Wolf San or Bear Jongho or Red Panda Hongjoong or something. Cute little character keychains or croc charms so you could casually show off being an atiny. They were going in the right direction with the Hello82 teddy bears but there needs to be more. KQ are lowkey dropping the ball with spreading the net for ateez's marketability.

[biographyonair]

Who is San?

#biographyonair #San #singer

San is a prominent South Korean singer who has a mesmerizing voice. San is a member of a South Korean boy band called ATEEZ under KQ entertainment.

[2022f]

20230101

milk_tre114:FM COCOROの担当DJ藤巻亮太でーすの時点でテンション上がるー＼(^o^)／ 大阪のラジオのDJとか最高♪ #fmcocolo [https://twitter.com/milk_tre114/status/1609564358451027969] freddie_now:最近俺界隈でレミオロメンと藤巻亮太の曲がブーム [https://twitter.com/freddie_now/status/1609552762496507905] hinamyon334_:今仙台藤巻亮太、レミオロメンなので覚悟して来た方がいい [https://twitter.com/hinamyon334_/status/1609506433602813953] lambiyatra:ニューイヤー駅伝で流れてた曲これか！  藤巻亮太 - この道どんな道 open.spotify.com/track/6QuOIuRq… [https://twitter.com/lambiyatra/status/1609478766832791557] kyodotohoku:🎍KEP電子版1月号⛩  ▷表紙 『笑の大学』/ 『山下達郎』  🎫先行受付  #笑の大学2023 #THEALFEE #森山直太朗 #奥田民生 #藤巻亮太 #立川談春 #大黒摩季 #林部智史 #はやしべさとし  ▼紙面はこちらから  my.ebook5.net/kyodotohoku/EV… [https://twitter.com/kyodotohoku/status/1609475871521505284] Ayane_fjfbrc:フレパも東京公演行けることになったので 首を長くし、今か今かと楽しみに しているところですがこりゃあまた ワクワクですな！🥰  個人的に是非くるりや藤巻亮太さん ハンブレッダーズ等は来ないかなと 思ってるところですね！  割と思わぬアーティストが来るから 油断出来ないんですもん！😆💦 [https://twitter.com/Ayane_fjfbrc/status/1609449660489555969] harusameboxer:FM藤巻 | FM FUJI  TF!! 今年初のラジオ！  radiko.jp/share/?t=20230… #radiko #人気アーティストトーク #音楽との出会いが楽しめる #藤巻亮太 #FM藤巻 [https://twitter.com/harusameboxer/status/1609432888600322050] hofu_tk:この道どんな道 藤巻亮太 #ニューイヤー駅伝 pic.twitter.com/0SGRHoCK6I [https://twitter.com/hofu_tk/status/1609424198455427072] momopanda57:やっぱり年明けはこれを見ないと始まらない🏃全チーム完走👏 強豪が快走するのも勿論いいけど、一般企業が食らいついて思わぬ高順位になるととても爽快。今年はサンベルクス！安売りしてくれるかな😁？ そしてテーマ曲、いいなぁと思ったら藤巻亮太さんだった。納得。 #ニューイヤー駅伝 [https://twitter.com/momopanda57/status/1609423716093689856] senryuan1982:ニューイヤー駅伝のイメージソング、藤巻亮太の「この道どんな道」ってKANっぽいと思ったらこのお二方よくフェスとかで共演してるようなので互いに影響はあるんだろうな [https://twitter.com/senryuan1982/status/1609423328313503746] srkyyhntkj:駅伝で流れてたこの曲好き。 歌詞がいい。  藤巻亮太 - 「この道どんな道」（Teaser） youtu.be/hoOYHOubipg [https://twitter.com/srkyyhntkj/status/1609422436294078465] konatsuROMEN:駅伝が終わって、亮太くんの歌～🎶  昨日から好きなアーティストの歌がいっぱい聴けて、幸せな年末年始を過ごしてまーす❤  #藤巻亮太 #この道どんな道 [https://twitter.com/konatsuROMEN/status/1609421819928514563] wishno1:藤巻亮太を聴くとレミオ復活してくれって思うよな〜 [https://twitter.com/wishno1/status/1609421546342453248] Ns9yB:ニューイヤー駅伝の歌、良いね♬ 藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/Ns9yB/status/1609421491392872449] posuke039:藤巻さんの曲聴けた！  #ニューイヤー駅伝  #藤巻亮太 #この道どんな道 [https://twitter.com/posuke039/status/1609421193278545921] RIKIKO_08_21:レミオロメンの『春夏秋冬』は特別に思い入れのある曲。 新年早々聴けたのは嬉しすぎる。 #FM藤巻 #藤巻亮太 #レミオロメン [https://twitter.com/RIKIKO_08_21/status/1609403935135043586] Ryota_Fujimaki:【ファンクラブ更新情報】 FC会員限定の動画をアップしました。 先ほどOAされた「#FM藤巻」収録直後の #藤巻亮太 を直撃！ fujimakiryotafan.com/movies/81484 [https://twitter.com/Ryota_Fujimaki/status/1609399059831492611] VGPmhn5574g:12秒辺りの『宇宙から見たらほぼ九州』を聞いて真っ先に浮かんだのが藤巻亮太さんの2019年のMCというね…ʬʬʬ🤣😂✨。 Mt.FUJIMAKI 2019の宣伝時に『(兵庫県から山梨県を)地球儀で見たら近いですからね〜ww🤣😂✨！』て…w🤣💕✨ ひめせん スペワのヴィーナスが編 youtu.be/HCccjBVa-kQ @YouTubeより [https://twitter.com/VGPmhn5574g/status/1609390781848248320] hiroko_fujimaki:ギターの和音にそんなこだわりがあったとはビックリ‼️ そういうことも考えながら聴くと更に味わい深くなる❗️ #FM藤巻 #この道どんな道 #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609390054463668225] hiroko_fujimaki:#ニューイヤー駅伝 に曲が使われるのって本当にすごいこと❗️ めっちゃ沢山の人に聴いてもらえることになるし‼️ #FM藤巻 #この道どんな道 #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609387871483621376] fumiremi:日曜日はほとんど仕事だけど、元日が仕事休みで良かった😊 リアタイで聴ける🎵 #fmfujimaki  #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/fumiremi/status/1609386472699740161] hiroko_fujimaki:「#日日是好日」、これも新年にピッタリな曲❗️😆✨ #FM藤巻 #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609385575282544640] hiroko_fujimaki:年初めのOA❗️ FM藤巻 │ FM FUJI  radiko.jp/share/?sid=FM-… #radiko  #人気アーティストトーク #音楽との出会いが楽しめる #藤巻亮太 #FM藤巻 [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609383932684038144] RIKIKO_08_21:今年の参戦予定 1/15　Thinking Dogs 1/25　藤巻亮太さん 1/27　Thinking Dogs 3/ 5　Thinking Dogs（チケット抽 　　　選待ち） 3/22　藤巻亮太さん  ぼーっとしてると、重複してチケット取りそうなので、備忘録😱 [https://twitter.com/RIKIKO_08_21/status/1609370945155923969] rainybule1224:亮太君、亮太君ファンの皆様、 明けましておめでとうございます🎉☺️✨ 今年も、宜しくお願い致します😊 元旦🎍から、大好きなニット観れて嬉しいな😍 「届」の1字は、亮太君らしいな✨いつも亮太君の想いは、 届いてますよ~🎤☺️ 今年もいっぱいライブやってくださいね🎸宜しくお願いします✨ #藤巻亮太 pic.twitter.com/On3eDKFyBO [https://twitter.com/rainybule1224/status/1609369056876068865] Ryota_Fujimaki:【まもなく📻】 #藤巻亮太 の「#FM藤巻」はこのあと正午12:00から。  本日は、年初めのOA！ 🆕AL「#Sunshine」リリースに向け1曲1曲丁寧に解説。今回の楽曲は「#この道どんな道」🎸 藤巻家のお正月に関しても🎍  お楽しみに！  #FMFUJI はPC・スマホからでも radiko.jp/share/?sid=FM-… pic.twitter.com/nRT5H22fXp [https://twitter.com/Ryota_Fujimaki/status/1609368891184250881] amaama_yksthgin:亮太くんからの新年ご挨拶動画嬉しい😆💕 亮太くんの今年の漢字一文字ステキ✨ 私は『挑』かなぁ😎✨ サイン色紙欲しい！ 当たりますように(ㅅ´˘`)♡  今年はアルバム発売にツアーもある！ 楽しみ(*^^*)♡  #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/amaama_yksthgin/status/1609364077234749440] Ryota_Fujimaki:【🐇ファンクラブ更新情報🐇】  #藤巻亮太 より新年のご挨拶を申し上げます。 今年の抱負を漢字一字で✍🏻  視聴はコチラから▼ fujimakiryotafan.com/movies/81427 [https://twitter.com/Ryota_Fujimaki/status/1609338873980784641] Ryota_Fujimaki:【🎍謹賀新年🎍】 新年あけましておめでとうございます🌅  1月は4th AL「#Sunshine」」リリース🎧 そして、2月からはライブツアーがスタート🎸🥁 2023年の #藤巻亮太 の活動にご期待ください。  本年もどうぞよろしくお願いいたします。 pic.twitter.com/DCbZa9Y4Dr [https://twitter.com/Ryota_Fujimaki/status/1609338682024288256] fmcocoloonair:[2023/01/01 08:54] 僕らの街 / 藤巻亮太 #fmcocolo765  ●Radikoタイムフリーで聴く↓ radiko.jp/share/?sid=CCL…  ●iTunesで試聴↓music.apple.com/jp/album/%E5%8… [https://twitter.com/fmcocoloonair/status/1609337362701783040] RemihoRomen:大丈夫〜 大丈夫〜 大丈夫〜 大丈夫〜 #ニューイヤー駅伝  #この道どんな道  #藤巻亮太 pic.twitter.com/krPOAwbqtk [https://twitter.com/RemihoRomen/status/1609334567131033604] Take1132:ニューイヤー駅伝見てたら、レミオロメンらしい声が聴こえてきました。 失礼いたしました。無知なもので・・・。 σ(^_^;) #藤巻亮太 #この道どんな道 #ニューイヤー駅伝 [https://twitter.com/Take1132/status/1609334326449299456] picoron_n:ニューイヤー駅伝のテレビから「この道どんな道」が流れてくるのとラジオから亮太くんの選曲の曲が流れてくるのでお家の中が藤巻亮太でいっぱい🫶🏻 元旦から楽しすぎる🫶🏻 [https://twitter.com/picoron_n/status/1609333681394716672] hibikorekouniti:駅伝で藤巻亮太の『この道どんな道』が流れとります [https://twitter.com/hibikorekouniti/status/1609333621764259840] 2megumi2:#AMUSICDINER #藤巻亮太  #fmcocolo765  藤巻さん、明けましておめでとうございます🎍 走っていたから遡って！ 私が、音楽やラジオ📻から離れて、恋も何も遠ざかり、太ってどん底なとき、ずるずる試合⚽に行って、スタジアムでかかり、元気になりました。そこから少しずつ前の体重に戻りました🤣 twitter.com/fmcocoloonair/… pic.twitter.com/XpMrTMGlw3 [https://twitter.com/2megumi2/status/1609333268062834689] hr_yksnst_bknb:あけましておめでとうございます🤗  スマホいじって下向いてたのに声で気付く私。やっぱり体に染み付いている声なんだな😆  #ニューイヤー駅伝   #ニューイヤー駅伝テーマソング  #この道どんな道  #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/hr_yksnst_bknb/status/1609333024143085568] RIKIKO_08_21:『この道どんな道』流れてる🎵 #ニューイヤー駅伝 #藤巻亮太 [https://twitter.com/RIKIKO_08_21/status/1609332777786433536] P07B:そうか藤巻亮太の｢この道どんな道｣がテーマだったか！ [https://twitter.com/P07B/status/1609332507945861120] kinokozue:藤巻亮太がニューイヤー駅伝のテーマソング作っていたのでレミオロメンファンとしては嬉しい [https://twitter.com/kinokozue/status/1609332489641930752] hiroko_fujimaki:そしてこれも始まる‼️ 元旦早々亮太さんで忙しい❗️😆💕 #藤巻亮太 tbs.co.jp/newyearekiden/ [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609331311373856769] hiroko_fujimaki:元旦から亮太さんの声聴ける幸せ🎵 目覚ましかけて起きたのに出遅れたけど💦 Amusic Diner │ FM COCOLO  radiko.jp/share/?sid=CCL… #藤巻亮太 #radiko #fmcocolo765 #fmcocolo [https://twitter.com/hiroko_fujimaki/status/1609328609570979840] picoron_n:@EkuCm7RlB4uQba1 うん♪わあーってなった🥰 2023初藤巻亮太🫶🏻 [https://twitter.com/picoron_n/status/1609326024705347584] hiroko_fujimaki:明けましておめでとうございます🎍✨ いつも仲良くして下さる皆様、昨年中も色々とありがとうございました🎵 今年も藤巻亮太さん一色の一年になるに違いない私ですが、どうぞよろしくお願いいたします🎶  2023年・元旦☀️ pic.twitter.com/awYLMKt8mY 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[rems-writing]

Phantom of KQ

Pairing: phantom!Jongho × opera singer gn!reader

Summary: Jongho always hid behind a maak his entire life. Will you be able to take it off?

Warning(s): Inaccurate shit (lemme be honest. it's been a minute since I saw Phantom of the Opera lol), mentions of coercion

Genre: Fluff with some angst

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

Thank you to @itsnotmydejavu for requesting this!

The day you met him was a day you'd never forget. How could you forget him?

Loads of people have talked about this mysterious guy who would always show up in the auditorium of the KQ Grand Hall and just sing along to whatever was decided on the program. However, it wasn't the good kind of talk. Rather than focus on how beautiful and powerful his vocals were

They talked about the mask he wore.

It was a specific mask too.

The mask was half black and half white. The black half of the mask had white spikes sitting atop the eye in an upward motion and had a smile. Probably an indication that someone had finally opened their eyes and are seeing the light to a whole new world that was bestowed upon them. The white half of the mask had black spikes dropping below the eye in a downward motion and had a frown. Almost as if someone was crying.

That's when the rumors started. Rumors of the guy being super ugly due to the mask and how he secretly was a vicious man beast due to his impressive strength.

You were having none of it.

You were a famous opera singer who started joining the Seoul Choir to help out those who wanted to reach to stardom one day through opera. However, the more you frequented the rehearsals, the more you realized that maybe you were starting to regret joining.

These people were so excited to have you join them that they'd always crowd around you, asking for advice on how to sing better and how to reach to that level of fame that you were at.

You didn't have the heart to tell them that in order to be a better singer, you'd have to be a better person.

It was the third week of rehearsals and of course, you and the masked guy were outshining the rest of the choir. They didn't mind you outshining them.

They minded the masked guy.

As the masked guy was about to reach an impressive high note, you saw one of the choir members reach out to pull his mask off in an attempt to be funny. You knew way deep down that people will humiliate him and possibly destroy his mask. You were an understanding person. You knew that this guy had a reason for hiding and you weren't one to pry since his business is his own. However, you were also not the type of person to idly stand by and let this unfold. Mustering your best acting skills

You started acting like a complete diva.

The choir all turned their heads to you in confusion while the choir director was sweating bullets and he looked hella nervous. You started spewing random nonsense and people would've laughed.

If you hadn't called out the guy that was trying to take off the mysterious guy's mask.

The random guy, along with a few of his friends, tried to poorly reason with you and defend their actions yet you were having none of it. What struck fear in all of the members was your harsh and truthful statement.

"I will not sing with a bunch of bullies!"

From there, most of the choir members somewhat had your back. Of course, you knew that they weren't doing it for the masked guy but for you since they didn't want to be on the headlines for pissing off the country's most beloved opera singer. However, you accepted their help gratefully.

For the rest of the rehearsal, the masked guy's bullies sat in the audience, crossing their arms and glaring at you. You ignored them and continued to sing with the rest of the choir. Once rehearsal was over, you were the first to go. You were in your dressing room (that was only exclusive to you) and packing your things when the bullies entered and shut the door behind them, locking it. The sound made your ears perk up and your mind filled with dread.

"Well well well. Looks like little Y/N finally lost their confidence. Where was this when you were calling us out? Hmm?" The rest of the guys snickered distastefully while you gulped nervously.

You didn't know things would turn out this way.

"However, I'm a nice guy. I'll forget everything that happened. That is... if you let me and my boys hit it one time."

Immense disgust ran through you as the guys all surrounded you, licking their lips and staring you up and down in such a crude manner. The sound of your heart beating wildly was prominent in your ears that you failed to hear the distant echoes of someone walking within the walls.

Wait a second...

Someone was in the walls?

In the blink of an eye, all the guys went from predatory to fearful as they were dragged into the darkest depths of the room. Their screams echoed before they were completely drowned out. The main bully grabbed your arm and held you close to him, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand wrapped around your neck.

"Ayo! Whoever's in there, you'd best scurry along! Or else they're dead!"

More disgust was shown when he licked the side of your face and tightened his grip on your neck. Soon, someone emerged from the shadows and your eyes widened.

It was the masked guy. And he was wearing something different.

He wore an all-black outfit and the huge fedora tipped over his eyes was also black. He wore a different mask this time. It was a simple face mask but there were silver chains on it formed into an X. When he spoke, shivers ran down your spine.

"Hands off."

You never heard him speak before so this was new to you. In a flash, you were let go and the masked guy held the bully by his throat before lifting him up into the air and pinning him against the wall.

Talk about impressive strength.

"You're going to leave them alone and you will leave this choir. I don't care what excuse you must use. If I catch you trying to harass them again, I will break you in half. Now scram."

The bully was let go and he ran away in fear. The masked guy turned his head and walked towards you. You were supposed to fear him. Yet you didn't.

He offered a hand to help you up and you gratefully accepted it. He then pulled out that all familiar mask. As a sign of respect, you turned your head so he can change into it. Once he was done, you turned your head back. A soft smile graced your face as you reached your hand out and caressed his mask covered face.

"Thank you for saving me."

Your soft voice was music to the guy's ears. Underneath the mask, he was smiling. He partially lifted his mask up so he can take your hand and kiss the back of it, which caused you to blush a bit. He then spoke in an equally soft voice after putting the mask down.

"Thank you for standing up for me."

---------------------------------------------------

That was about a few months ago. From that faithful day, you started getting closer with the masked guy. You learned that his name is Choi Jongho. He used to be a basketball player but due to his leg injury, he started focusing more on music. Sometimes, you two would stay after rehearsal to focus more on the upcoming solo you guys had together for one of the songs. While the choir director allowed it, you weren't supposed to be at the KQ Grand Hall after hours.

Which led you two to be outside for tonight.

The full moon was gleaming brightly and it was a particularly warm night so you didn't have to bring a heavy jacket. You two were taking a break from rehearsing your parts. You were sitting beside him on the grass, eating homemade sandwiches that one of Jongho's brothers made. As you chugged your water, you felt that he was staring at you so you decided to tease him.

"Is there something on my face, bear?"

That was your nickname to him since his size and strength reminded you of a grizzly bear yet his soft demeanor and frequent back hugs reminded you of a teddy bear. Jongho chuckled and spoke flirtatiously.

"Yeah. Beauty."

Your face went red and you playfully shoved him, to which he laughed at. You loved his laugh and you wanted to see the bright smile on his face as he laughed. However, you remained respectful and you just used your imagination. As the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, you noticed him scoot closer to you and wrap his arm around your shoulders. You didn't mind it. Instead, you leaned in and laid on his shoulder instead, mindlessly playing with the rings on your fingers.

"There's something I have to tell you."

You looked up to see the masked guy looking down at you. You gestured for him to continue, although you couldn't help your curiosity. Was it something good? Bad?

"I'm in love with you."

Ok. It was something good.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

DID HE JUST -

"I first fell in love with your voice when I heard you on the radio. I've collected all vinyl records of your albums and played them on repeat. Then when I found out that you were joining the choir, I was so excited! Those feelings progressed when you stood up for me that faithful day. However, I knew deep down that you'll probably never love someone like me."

"And why is that?" You asked gently.

"Nobody would love a phantom like me."

You felt your heart break as Jongho referred to himself as that. Is that what people were saying about him? Man you really wanted to quit here and there. The only thing that kept you going was him. You grabbed his face and made him look at you.

"You are not a phantom. Sure you're quiet and you keep yourself masked and you disappear often but that doesn't make you a phantom. It just makes you someone who likes their space. I'm tired of people speaking bad about you. If I have to announce it to the world, I will. Jongho, I'm in love with you too! Your voice, your personality, everything! I love everything about you. And I'll be damned if someone will speak ill of you! You deserved nothing but the best and -"

Your rambling was cut off when you felt a pair of soft lips land on yours. Your eyes widened for a brief moment before they closed as you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands had a firm yet gentle grip on your waist. He used a bit of his strength to pull you into his lap, which shocked you yet you didn't care. As you pulled away to catch your breath, the realization set in.

He took off his mask.

Wilingly.

You didn't even have to ask.

He trusted you that much.

You took the time to study his features. His very handsome features.

Black hair swept back to reveal an undercut he had, pretty lips, a cute nose, round cheeks that you couldn't help but pinch lightly causing him to giggle and reveal an adorable gummy smile, a nice jawline, and a pair of the most alluring eyes you've ever seen.

They were brown but with minor undertones of gray.

"Jongho... you took off your mask. For me."

Jongho smiled once more and kissed your cheek before cupping the back of your neck to bring you closer to him so your foreheads could touch.

"You're worth it."

[biographyonair]

Who is Yeosang?

#biographyonair #Yeosang #singer

Yeosang is a South Korean singer and dancer. Yeosang debuted as a vocalist and dancer under KQ entertainment as a member of the boy band ATEEZ.