#n.flying Seunghyub

[somanyupdates]

letsroll_nf: Starry, starry night⭐✨💫 I N.Flying (엔플라잉) 'Star' LIVE CLIP

#NFlying #엔플라잉 #이승협 #유회승 #Star #선재업고튀어 #OST #LiveClip

#NFlying_9th_Anniversary #5959_최고야_엔플라잉

[emeraldbabygirl]

Y’all know that one drama with Wonjun from e’last, Laon from enoi and Minhyuk from D-crunch and someone else and they were a boys group for the drama? I think Seunghyub and Yanghyuk are in one together but idk how to confirm it but I saw it on insta AND THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE THEM OMG GUITAR BOYFIES

[soulmateszedits]

Seunghyub × N.Flying ᓚᘏᗢ

✧ Simple || Requested

✧ Nako

[kbandtrash]

Precious wholesome pure heartwarming etc etc etc I can’t get enough

[dumbledavisjr-draws]

You’re floating around the sky like a lost star

[nfthirstybites]

THE SURPRISE

"Happy Birthday, Seunghyub!" you muttered under your breath, practicing the lines that you were planning to tell Seunghyub in front of the mirror at the women's comfort room.

You held a deep sigh as you felt your heart throbbing so fast.

No matter what you do you can't ease the nervousness away.

You gave yourself one last glance into the mirror, checking if the long trench coat perfectly fits you before making your way to Seunghyub's studio.

Working hours are over and only a few staff are around.

And knowing how diligent Seunghyub is, you know that he was still working on his studio, even in late hours.

The throbbing of your heart won't fade away and the closer you get to his studio, the faster it becomes.

You actually both feel nervous and scared at the same time.

Because you think Seunghyub is mad at you. He had been ignoring you for the rest of the day after asking him why he was anticipating a gift from you.

Truth is, you actually know it's his birthday. You just wanna make fun of him.

But his sulky Seunghyub didn't buy it and took the joke seriously.

You held one more deep sigh before knowing at the studio's door and he answered instantly after.

The serious look on his face tells you that he was not really pleased to see you, that you even think that he wouldn't let you come in.

"What can I do for you?" You heard Seunghyub ask with his stern voice, folding his arms as you locked the door behind you.

"Are you busy?" You still dare to ask the obvious even though you instantly notice the scattered papers and his notebook on his table.

"Obviously," he answered, sarcastically.

But you ignored his sarcasm and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.

He didn't say anything and just watched you settle yourself.

"So what do you want?" He asked again, staring as if he was scanning you.

The beating of your heart doubled with the thought of him noticing your surprise.

His eyes move down and up until finally reaching your eyes, locking you into gaze.

You manage to look away instantly.

"If you really have something to tell me, hurry up coz I dont really have much time to play games with you today," you heard him say bitterly as he moved his gaze back to his monitor.

And now you struggle to find words to say until your eyes catch the can of beer that he is probably drinking.

"Nothing! I just wanna drink with you," you told him foolishly, grabbing the beer can instantly and taking a sip of it.

"Yah!! You are not drinking!" He cried, scolding you, taking away your hand immediately.

And you almost choke because of the bitter taste of beer on your mouth.

"Seriously, what are you doing? Are you already out of your mind?" He scolded you once more, handing you his water tumbler and some tissues.

"Sorry…" you muttered shyly, feeling really embarrassed and ashamed of yourself.

"Just stay still if ever you feel yourself getting dizzy," he added as he started working on his computer again. "And please just tell me what you really want,"

You don't know whether it was the alcohol or your free will but you just found yourself dragging Seunghyub closer to you.

"THERAPY!" you cried, giggling as you felt the heating of your cheeks.

And you caught him by surprise when you kissed his lips all of a sudden.

You instantly break the kiss amd.you giggled once more when you saw how shocked he was.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he blurted out, feeling your kiss.

You only giggle as you brush your lips against his for the second time, showering him sweet but aggressive kisses.

And it didn't take long for him to respond, making the kiss even longer.

You only break the kiss when both of you are completely out of breath.

Both of you are now panting as you notice Seunghyub staring at you with dark eyes, probably thinking of how to undress you.

You can't stop giggling when you see the look on his face.

"More?" you asked, teasing him as you found his way down his pants and kneel in front of him.

"Yah, what the hell do you think you are doing?" He hissed annoyingly at you.

You didn't answer, instead you moved your hand up and down along his now visible bulge.

You giggled once again when you heard Seunghyub groaning.

"Don't you dare tease me! " he growled in between deep breaths.

Now you are sure it was the alcohol when slowly unzips and pulls down his pants, revealing his now angry manhood.

"DON'T TEASE ME!" Seunghyub hissed at you once more.

But you answered him with silly giggles again as you started stroking his manhood up and down.

You hear him groan as you lick the tip of his length before slowly pushing it inside your mouth.

A smile curved on your lips as you watched Seunghyub groan and moan as you started sucking the tip of his manhood while pumping the base at the same time.

The sound of his deep breaths while his manhood went in and out of your mouth makes you feel things too.

You pull out instantly as you feel his member twitch inside your mouth.

You giggled once again at the sight of his juices spilling.

"YAH!" He blurted, panting. "That was it?"

You then slowly stood up in front him and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat that you are wearing.

"This is my gift," you told him, finally revealing your perfectly naked body.

"Happy Birthday, Lee Seunhyub " you greeted, giggling again.

A smirk curved on Seunghyub's lips before he pulled you to his arms and gave you more aggressive kisses.

//end

[hyunnieshannie]

Be a good girl.

Group: N.Flying Pairing: Seunghyub x Female!Reader Word Count: 1,972 Content/Warnings: SoftDom!Seunghyub Sub!Reader Sexual Content, mentions of choking, mentions of alcohol, harsh words. (anything else I may have missed please let me know to be added)

A/N: Requested piece.

Laughter, the entire room is full of laughter. You’re silently enjoying the atmosphere of the company party. You don’t typically enjoy outings with a large amount of people. But for some reason this one was alright, maybe it was because you knew you had no obligation to be there and could leave at any time without feeling bad, maybe it’s because you had an excuse to speak to your very attractive coworker but either way you were enjoying it. The chatter started to die down and your boss went to make an announcement on the small stage the bar had set up for the live band. “So as you know,” he starts off, “the company has been doing fantastically this year!” Your coworkers cheer, “so good job to marketing for everything they’ve done, with the new strategies Y/N suggested we’ve seen sales almost triple!” you jokingly bow to your coworkers as they clap. Before you were hired in, the company struggled to make their sales. When you joined the marketing team you made a few suggestions and boom. Suddenly you were getting high praises from your manager, and soon enough you were rewarded with multiple promotions and landed a secure spot as the head of marketing by the end of your first year. After he finished his announcement he heads off stage and the music continues playing. After a few more drinks of liquid courage you found yourself making your way to your favorite coworker.

“Seunghyub” you say boldly, he was standing at the bar alone sipping at his drink smiling at the people dancing awkwardly around him. His tall well built frame leaning back against the bar, he was dressed in his suit from work as if he’d just come from there with no time to head home to change. You loved seeing him come to work everyday with a sharp black three piece suit. He smiles at you as you walk up to him,

“Ah Y/N just the person I wanted to see,” he says, you blush at the comment but quickly take a sip from your drink to disguise it as a wine blush.

“You did now? I wonder why” you say smugly, the two of you have always joked around to the point where coworkers would tell you to just get a room and get it over with already, but both of you always denied that you even meant it like that. ‘He’s just a flirtatious person,’ you had explained to another coworker who retorted with ‘so why isn’t he like that with me?’ And that’s when your crush began. Realizing he truly was only like that with you. He runs his hand through his long dark hair, the silver rings which adorned his fingers caught your eyes. Fuck. You thought to yourself as your attention is still drawn to his hands.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He laughs, “And before you hop on me,” don’t mind If I do, you joke internally, “yes. I finished figuring out the numbers for the next marketing project” he winks, and the two of you laugh together as you settle beside him leaning against the bar. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of but you can feel his eyes on you, you dare not look up at him in case he averts his gaze. Nor do you want to get caught staring at him. “Hey,” he says softly, “I’m getting bored.”

“Heading home then?” You try to hide your disappointment you wanted to spend more time with him,

“I think so, but uh.” He pauses trying to find the proper words to say to you, “did you, need a ride home?”

“What?” You ask,

“Well you’ve been drinking and I’d prefer to drive you then to let you drive home drunk. Or get into a cab with a stranger” he says, you look up at him, his face shows that hes still thinking of something else he wants to say.

“Sure” you smile, at least you’d be able to spend a few more minutes with him. You grab your things say your goodbyes and the two of you head out. Hopping into the passenger seat as he inputs your address into his GPS system. The two of you ride with music playing he jokingly sings along to his favorite songs in attempt to make you laugh. It works. And by the time you reach your house you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts. Spending time with Seunghyub has always been such a pleasure you wish you could do it more often outside of work. He parks in the drive way and you turn to thank him. But he says nothing. Just stares deeply at you.

“Hey uh, y/n”

“Hm?” You say as you collect your things

“Fuck.” He mutters, before turning the key shutting off the car, “I’m sorry.” He says, but before you could ask what he could possibly be sorry for he presses his lips directly against yours, you don’t pull back as he’d expected you to but instead you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and before you know it you’re being walked back into your house, his lips never leaving yours, you fumbled your keys struggling to open the door. He kisses you hungrily like he’d never get the chance to again. You finally get the door open and he can’t hold himself back, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him, he kicks the door closed as he walks you to your room, throwing you down on your bed as you look up at him, “fuck y/n… you don’t understand how long I’ve waited to do that…” he leans down hovering over you holding himself up with his hands as he dips in for another kiss, biting at your bottom lip, slowly moving his kisses away from your lips and trailing them down your jaw and neck, he feels your body tense up and he kisses you, and comes back up. “We can stop if you don’t want t-“

“Please…” you look at him with such desperation and a switch within him flips. He attacks your neck, biting and leaving marks all over you as if you claim you. In such visible places like he wants to show off to the world that you were his property.

“Fuck Y/N”,he groans as he begins to push your dress up above your hips, making his way between your thighs and placing light kisses on the inner most sensitive parts of them, pushing your underwear to the side and looking right back up at you “all this and it’s just from kissing?” He smirks, “I can’t fucking wait to see what you’re like when I’m inside you” your body reacts to those words, as he dives into you. Licking you, while he pushed two fingers into you. You lightly gasp at the action which boosts his ego for a moment, he sucks your clit while you reach for his hair lightly tugging at it causing him to grunt into you sending the vibrations up your body, he hooks his fingers and your legs act on their own trying to shut themselves and all he can do is smirk into you. He knows he’s driving you mad and plans to make it worse. He pulls his fingers out, and climbs back on top of you, “you’re going to be a good girl for me tonight,” he says before shoving his fingers in your mouth, you suck on them as he watches you intently, “how can anyone be this hot.” He says before leaning down and kissing you, tasting you on your own lips, you could say the same thing about him.

You reach down, and fiddle with the button on his pants, tugging down at them releasing his already hard member from the restricting confines of his boxers. You push him gently, and he obeys your command, laying back on your bed as you make your way down on him, lightly giving him kitten licks on the tip, before taking it fully into your mouth. He throws his head back, and grabs a fistful of your hair, he doesn’t push you down and allows you to work your way down on your own, sucking on him as he groans from the pleasure of the feeling of your mouth on him. To him at this moment nothing is more perfect than the sight of you expertly sucking on his dick, if he could he’d take a picture of it and carry it on him everywhere he would. But for now he’s happily engrained it into his mind. But that’s enough. He can’t handle it anymore. He needs you. He needs to be inside you. He forces you up and pulls you up into a harsh kiss throwing you on to your back before pulling away to catch his breath. “Do you have any idea as to what you do to me?” He says, you whimper a bit as he slowly rubs your clit with his fingers, “all this time you didn’t fucking notice. All this time, I was left alone and wanting you. Every-time I saw you at work all I could think about was taking you on my desk,” you whimper at his words, and he smirks, “did you have those same thoughts? Did you also wonder what it would be like if I had thrown you up against the wall of my office? If I had just fucked you right on the table with the chance of one of the others walking in? God how pretty you’d look with me in you as someone walks in, would you have hid or shown off just how perfect you’d look sprawled across my desk?” You can’t take it anymore all you want is for him to be in you, your body twitches and he laughs, “that’s right baby girl. Beg for me.”

“Please…” he inserts his fingers again, “fuck. Just fuck me. Use me. Please” you beg. He smirks and happily does so, removing his fingers and harshly pushing himself into you. There’s no time for you to adjust to him stretching you, as he thrusts harshly into you; you both of you moan loudly as he continues on. He reaches for your throat, and squeezes lightly, you whimper at the action and it sets him off. Seeing you so submissive to him, now THIS is the most perfect image of you. He thrusts hard into you, making you clench around him, he holds himself back as he feels his high approach, making sure you get yours before he does,

“You’re so perfect.” He pants “A perfect little slut. Made just for me” you can feel the knot in your stomach forming fast, and by the way you dig your nails into his back, he can tell you’re about to burst. He continues at his pace, lifting himself a bit higher to reach your deepest parts, his high approaching faster than he’d like but he knows in just a few moments you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath him. One final push into you and your nails dig into him hard, he kisses you thrusting faster chasing his own high. As you melt into him, whimpering from the overstimulation as he finally lets go groaning as he fills you, the feeling of his warmth inside you is oddly pleasing to you as it’s the first time

You’ve let anyone do so. He falls beside you bringing you close into his chest. Just holding you there

“Fuck.” He says trying to catch his breath, “I’ve waited way too long for that” he strokes your hair the two of you clearly fucked out and tired,

“So have I.” You said, he kisses the top of your head, lightly. “This isn’t gonna make thins weird at work right…”

“Never, baby.” He sighs, he kisses you gently again, “you’re mine.”

“Am I?” You laugh,

“Yes. And I’m yours.”

[julesdrawingbrain]

N.Flying in a Amusement Park written by @kbandtrash was the inspiration for this drawing

Surprise it’s me your secret n.fia Santa 😽🎅

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I hope you enjoy it!! 😹😹 These boys gave me a hard time for a little bit but they were so much fun to draw!

@nflyinc

[iamacolor]

Inhyuk and Soljae + Flower Petals : the saga

LOVELY RUNNER - EPISODES 3 & 16

[leehanie]

LEE SEUNGHYUB for BOBOSNAP (2024)

[watashinohikari-8]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐛!

[somanyupdates]

letsroll_nf: N.Flying (엔플라잉) '네가 내 마음에 자리 잡았다 (Into You)' SPECIAL CLIP

YOUTUBE - https://youtu.be/Y6WPPJonNWA

#NFlying #엔플라잉 #Digital_Single #네가내마음에자리잡았다 #IntoYou

[emeraldbabygirl]

Y’all remember this seunghyub?

He’s ✨ gorgeous ✨

[xiaolanhua]

Lovely Runner 선재 업고 튀어 (2024) Dir. Boo Sung Chul, Yoon Jong Ho, Kim Tae Yeong – Ep. 8

[kbandtrash]

Dance or Band? (Seunghyub x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Idk how many of you are familiar with the original dance or band (mnet survival show--sf9 vs honeyst) but this is the au where they did it again with girls and the reader is the leader of the band group. @yukheisuh you said you wanted it so here it is

Content: survival show drama, fluff, an implied kiss

Word count: 3k

“You’re not coming back with me?” your youngest member Seohye asked.

“Hakgu and I will take her home,” Seunghyub jumped in. “I was going to teach her some things about the music software I use.”

You waved Seohye toward the studio door. “You can tell the other girls I put you in charge tonight,” you told her with a wink.

She brightened up and bowed her way gracefully out the door. “I will use this power, for evil,” she promised brightly. “Thanks for letting us help, sunbae!”

“Get home safely,” he wished her, waving goodbye. He chuckled good-naturedly. “She must be hard to keep in line.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Not as long as we work together. She doesn’t need to be kept in line.”

“Wow, you sound like you’ve been leading your group for as long as I have,” he sighed, turning his chair so he could meet your eyes. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, you really deserve to win this.”

Downcasting your eyes, you clasped your hands together in your lap. “I’m at a loss,” you admitted. “They’ve been promising us our debut for a year and a half now, and then they decide to pit us against their shiny new girl group.”

“And this isn’t the first time they’ve done this to a trainee band, either.”

“No, it’s not. Like, which is going to win in the eyes of the public? Dance or band? It’s obvious. If the dance group wins next week, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend to be happy for them.”

Seunghyub patted your head comfortingly. “You know you have my vote, and after you opened for us last time, I think you have N.Fia, too.”

You were able to bring your smile to your face again. “Thanks, sunbae. And thanks for letting Seohye and me help out with our finale song.”

Seunghyub laughed. “You know, I asked Boyoung and Hyerin if they wanted to help with the dance group song, but you know what they told me?”

You cracked a malicious grin. “What?”

He matched your smile and told you in a high pitched tone, “‘That’s okay, we trust you, sunbae!’”

You gasped. “They turned you down? Why wouldn’t they want a part in shaping their future?”

“I can’t figure it out, either! I already knew that you would want as much influence as you could have, so I thought it would be fair to offer them the same chance.”

“Naturally,” you agreed with a nod. You felt your anger rising again and it was getting harder to stuff it down. “‘We trust you, sunbae,’ of course they trust you! I would trust you, too, if I had to.” You pulled your hair down from its ponytail and ran your hand through it. “Are they really so sure they’re going to win? They don’t think it matters whether or not they have a hand here?”

Seunghyub listened quietly.

“To me, that seems like arrogance. Like no matter if they try or not, it doesn’t matter. I know it’s my job—our job, as the band—to be more involved in the music, but telling you that they don’t want to help at all…that feels lazy.” You looked up and saw him watching you, his face full of concern, and you realized what you were doing and who you were complaining to. “Sorry, I don’t need to tell you all of this.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. To be honest, I thought the same thing, but I can’t say that to anyone without sounding biased.” He fiddled with his hands, trying to decide what to say next. “They…don’t edit you very kindly, do they?”

Your anger was cooling down, but too quickly. You were afraid it was going to give way to tears. “You’ve been watching?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t read the comments, do you?”

“Do you?”

You looked down again, letting your hair hide your face in case tears decided to spill over. “I stopped after episode one.” You sniffed. “I was just trying to show myself as a strong leader, and PD-nim said it was good, but now I wonder if he said that because it made the dance group look more desirable.”

“You’re a strong leader whether you show it or not. There’s nothing wrong with standing up for your members.”

“I just don’t want them to lose because I’m standing up for them.”

“If you stop standing up for them, then they’ll really lose.” He set his hand atop yours and, startled, you looked up to meet the determination in his eyes. “You started this strong, and you have to keep going strong or you’ll lose your fire.”

“Fire?”

“You’ve been burning the stage with your passion every time you perform. The dance group girls haven’t been able to match that even once.” He took your other hand, too, and he held them tightly as he made his point. “If you lose that, you lose what’s been setting you apart this whole time. Your passion is what fuels your members, and what fuels your performance together. You can’t stop now, or the world will never see what you have to offer.”

You looked down at his hands and back up to his face.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked. “The way you are, you don’t have to change that. You’re talented and beautiful and you’re strong. You don’t have to hide—I want you to be able to show everyone.”

“Sunbae,” you began, tightening your fingers around his apprehensively. Oh, how you prayed you were right about the venture you were about to make. “Do you like me?”

His hands tightened briefly in a lightning-fast squeeze as his face dropped in shock. “Do I—um, do I have to like you? In order to want you to…to do well?”

You shook your head frantically, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “No, of course not, I just—I don’t want any misunderstandings, I thought I would ask at the very least.”

He retracted his hands bashfully and turned his chair back to his desk, suddenly avoiding your gaze as his ears turned pink. “This timing is terrible, seriously. I wasn’t going to tell you because you’re under so much pressure right now.”

“You do like me?”

“Yes, but…” he folded his hands in his lap, “I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to do your best and be happy. If I can help you succeed, that’s enough for me.”

“Sunbae—”

“You don’t have to give me a response if you don’t have one, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to tell you something.”

He glanced back over at you and tried to read your face. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’m really not in a place to date right now.”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything, I mean it. I’m really not hurt if you don’t return my feelings.”

“But I do.” 

He was cute when he was surprised, and you knew you were starting to show how flustered you were. “You do?”

You nodded again. “For a long time, I think, but I know I can’t be dating right now, so I just liked you quietly. Kind of like you said, I was just happy to work with you.”

He kicked around in his chair, spinning between facing you and his desk. As he glanced up at you shyly, you wondered if you had been ignoring the now obvious signs on purpose. 

“What do you want to do, then?” he asked.

“For now…” you slid your chair closer to his, but you turned it toward his desk so you could see his computer. “Can you teach me about your music software?” I don’t know yet.

An understanding smile spread across his face and he slid over to make room. “Let’s do that. Where do you want to start?” I’ll wait until you do know.

—

“You two have incredible chemistry, really,” Yonghwa noticed appreciatively. 

“Ah, thank you!” you said, beaming. You could barely see anything through the stage lights, but you bowed in what you hoped was the right direction.

“You worked on the arrangement together, right?”

“Yes, but we made it originally with just Hyerin and Keeho in mind,” you explained.

“I thought it would be better if Seunghyub-sunbae and (Y/N) joined us,” Hyerin added. “I may not know much about the technicalities behind the music, but I’ve learned as a trainee how to make a good performance. For a vocal stage like this, I felt it would be more impactful with the feelings of the arrangers themselves.”

“It’s a shame that you two leaders aren’t on the same team,” Hong Ki said. “Your two voices blend so nicely, I want to hear more.”

You and Hyerin exchanged smiles, but you couldn’t tell if her smile was fake—you couldn’t tell if your smile was fake. After the last months of being pitted against each other, it was hard to remember when you had thought of her affectionately.

“We do have one more combined performance,” you promised, “and after that…” You snuck another glance at Hyerin, who seemed a little too relaxed. “I’m sure I’ll produce something we could—”

“It would be fun to feature her with us someday,” she jumped in.

Your mind went totally blank. On autopilot, you heard yourself say, “That would be fun,” but those words were for the sake of politeness. 

The assumption she had just made was glaring, and it made you scared. With the confidence she had just spoken with, it seemed like she thought her team had already won. Was there something you hadn’t been told? Was this game already set before it began, just as you had feared?

“I think any of us would be overjoyed to feature her,” Jongseob piped up. “Or, either of you really,” he covered, catching his slip in neutrality.

Jiung bumped his arm. “Here he goes again.”

“Please collab with us, Noona,” Jongseob said with a grin. “Write a song with us—it’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Only if Boyoung and I get to make the choreography,” Intak said. Jiung laughed again.

“Our hoobaes really love each other,” Hong Ki chuckled. “Were we like that with our hoobaes?”

“Our CNBlue hoobaes were also our hyungs,” Jaejin pointed out.

“You’ve shown us plenty of love over the years,” Seunghyub said, finally back in his seat. “Lots of gifts, lots of kindness. We hope to continue paying it forward.”

Hyerin giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’ll receive it well.”

As you bowed and thanked both your sunbaes and the audience, your brain was on fire trying to stay quiet and impartial. You’ve already turned their kindness down, you longed to say. But you kept a smile on your face, for the sake of your future, and hers too.

The last stage was something you had worked hard on. Equally displaying the talents and virtues of both a band and a dance group was a challenge that Hyerin hadn’t put a lot of thought into beforehand, so once again, you had been stuck advocating for the visibility of your girls.

If only people saw you as hard-working instead of as pushy.

(a/n: this is cringe to put this in here but I understand this flashback needs context if you haven't watched dance or band. One of the first challenges in the original was going and performing at a school--by random chance the band went to an all-boys school and the dance group went to an all-girls school. The students at each school then voted for whether or not they thought the group they watched perform was ready to debut. The winner was decided solely on the number of yes votes without any comparison to the no votes--as a math major, this still doesn't right with me but anyway. I also should explain another reference to the original dob I made earlier. Sf9 and Honeyst both opened for cnblue at one of their concerts in Japan for a no-stakes mission with no official winner or loser. Then cnblue gave both groups feedback from their sunbae perspective. I figured n.flying would get to be the sunbae this time around. My apologies for this unsightly interruption)

“Those numbers don’t mean anything,” you stated bluntly.

PD-nim blinked at you and put on a fake smile. “What do you mean by that?”

“Just because they have ten more votes doesn’t mean they won.”

He laughed, barely hiding his frustration.

“I know it’s been a hard time for your group—” Hyerin cut in.

“Sometimes you need to learn to accept your losses,” PD-nim snapped.

“No,” you shot back. “Unless you can confirm the same number of people were in both schools for our performances, that raw number is useless.”

“I don’t get it,” Minji from the dance team mumbled.

“The only valid statistic for these votes is a percentage—how many people in each school voted yes compared to how many voted no.”

“The schools were close enough in size that it shouldn’t matter,” PD-nim said.

“It does,” you argued further. “Look, I’m really okay if we lost, but I want to see the data with my own eyes.”

Seunghyub’s encouragement had meant everything to you. Before you had talked with him, you were nearly ready to give up. Although PD-nim kept telling you that standing up for your team was good, his actions told you otherwise, and so did the public’s opinion of you.

His words of encouragement reminded you what you were fighting for and reassured you that what you did was worth it. Coming from someone you trusted and respected so much, what else could you do but believe them? 

Most importantly, he had restored your faith in yourself. You were strong enough to lead, and you had worked hard for what you had accomplished. You were the one who made things happen for you and your group, not good luck.

“Dang, eonni,” Seohye snuck in. “You and Seunghyub sunbae…”

“Hmm? Why?” you responded nervously. What was she referring to here? The stage, right? Or had she noticed something about how you two were acting around each other?

“You just went off, that’s all,” she answered with a shrug. “That was like Kingdom stage level good.”

You tried to brush her off to hide how touched you were. “Ah, stop, it was just a little bit of fun.”

“Just a little bit of fun? And how about how you and Seunghyub sunbae were singing with each other, was that just really good acting?”

Oh.

You could only blink in response.

“Don’t worry, I think only our group members would have understood anything,” she went on. “Only people who really know you would have known that you were sincere.”

“We’re not—”

“Oh, no, don’t say anything here. Let’s just kill our last stage, and then when we go home with our debut date set, you can tell us everything,” she said with a grin.

You found the rest of your girls, all three of whom gave you knowing and excited smiles. You brought them into a huddle.

“Girls,” you began. You couldn’t go on. Tears sprang from nowhere, and your throat was stopped with a sob.

“No no no, eonni! You can’t cry!” your drummer fussed. “You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“I wanted to give a speech about how far we’ve come,” you sniffled, holding back your tears. “Instead—I love you. I love you all so much.”

“Eonni!” they all whined.

You hugged the other four as tightly as you could manage. “Let’s have fun!”

—

“Stop comparing numbers,” Seunghyub scolded you. 

“It’s inevitable, and I get it,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter who won the competition, they’ll pull higher numbers anyway just because they dance.”

“It’s a win for you either way,” he chuckled. “You wrote the song, and you’re getting paid nicely for its ratings.”

You humphed. “A little recognition would be nice.”

He turned his chair to face you directly and he put his hands on your shoulders. You met his eyes skeptically. “You did fantastically,” he assured you seriously. “They wouldn’t be getting any attention for their debut if you didn’t write them such an amazing song.”

Your face grew hotter as you continued to look at him. “I wasn’t talking about you,” you said, trying to keep your annoyed composure. In reality, though, he always knew how to cheer you up. His words were always exactly what you needed to hear.

He snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Should I text Hyerin, then? ‘Hey, should I congratulate you or (Y/N) on your debut?”

As you smacked his arm playfully, you gasped before you laughed in shock. “That’s terrible!”

“It would be funny, though.”

“No, she wouldn’t think so,” you groaned. “We don’t need to breed any more animosity here than there already is.”

“Ah, ever the wise and mature leader,” he acknowledged with a sigh. “Maybe you should be the leader of the leader project they’re putting together.”

“Absolutely not,” you spat. “I have enough with Seohye on my hands, I don’t need to be in charge of seven sunbaes and Hyerin.”

“Oh, now that you say that, I don’t want to do it either.” He shuddered. “I hope Yonghwa-hyung does it.”

You nodded. “He’s the obvious choice.”

A knock came at the door and Seunghyub hurriedly opened his music program.

A staff member poked his head in the door. “Seunghyub-ssi? Oh, and (Y/N) is here too.”

“We’re a little busy right now,” Seunghyub said. “Do you need something?”

“Just checking to see if you need a lightbulb replaced,” the staff claimed with a shrug. “But you’re okay in here?”

“Yes, the lightbulb was replaced last week,” Seunghyub reminded him with a politely annoyed smile.

“Ah, right…” The staff looked between the two of you. 

You nodded at him. “I was there.”

“Okay, then,” he said, taking the hint. “Work hard!”

“Yep, thanks,” Seunghyub called after him as he shut the door. “They’re definitely onto us,” he told you.

You shrugged. “We have an impenetrable cover, though.”

“True,” he said with a laugh. He reached over his armrest and picked up your hand. “If they ever catch us, we can just say we were trying to feel the emotions of the song.”

You scooted over your chair and leaned your head on his arm. “We had better keep writing love songs, then.”

He turned his head to look at you, and you looked back up at him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he said with a smirk and a purposeful glance down at your lips.

“We just had a staff member try to walk in on us and you want to kiss me now?” you snickered.

“I always want to kiss you.”

“Then be my guest.”

[dumbledavisjr-draws]

A day and half late but 😮‍💨 I did it happy birthday gorgeous