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My Bias List

1. Jungkook~BTS

2. JB~GOT7

3. Wonho~Monsta X

4. Kihyun~Monsta X

5. Chan~Stray Kids

6. Dowoon~Day6

7. Cha Eunwoo~ASTRO

8. Jeno~NCT

9. Taeyong~NCT

10. Wonwoo~Seventeen

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-you were sixteen of age when you first met Dino

-after moving from Daegu to Seoul, you transferred into Seoul Broadcasting High School

-the atmosphere was so welcoming?? Everyone you passed smiled or dipped their head in greeting and you’re bewildered because your old schoolmates were so cold

-your homeroom teacher introduces you to your new official class and the boys are all so good-looking wtf

-you had to rub your eyes twice like why are Seoul students all so perfect

-”good morning class! this is our new student, please help her around the school since she is not yet familiar with the layout of the building.”

-”hello, my name is y/n! I’m from Daegu; it’s a pleasure to meet you all!”

-each person in the room applauds after your introduction and you’re taken aback because it genuinely sounds like they can’t wait to meet you

-the homeroom teacher proceeds to assign you to sit next to a boy doodling in his notebook and you just gasp in awe because of his silverish hair it’s beautiful goddamn

-he doesn’t look up when you slip into the seat next to his

-it’s a w k w a r d as hell

-so you try to start up a conversation with the simplest and most boring line ever:

-”uhm i’m y/n, what’s your name?”

-the boy’s eyebrows furrow, and you’re terrified you insulted him in some way already

-you had a knack for accidentally offending others

-he finally answers in a matter-of-fact tone, much to your relief

-”it’s dino.”

-”oh… uh… nice to meet you dino!!” he doesn’t reply, but you persist, determined to at least make one friend today. “hey, what do you have for first period class?”

-there’s a slight pause in the boy’s scribbling, but he still avoids your gaze

-”i have mr. park.”

-you have absolutely no idea who mister park is, which subject he teaches and which room he’s at

-”that’s… um… cool…”

-”…”

-”ah, um, you must know this school really well huh!!”

-seriously you’re running out of things to converse about and the uncomfortable silence is sweeping in

-”… yeah… i do.”

-dino’s so quiet when responding to your questions that you’re beginning to think that he might already dislike you

-eventually, the conversation if there was any at all  dies off and both of you just awkwardly raise your hands when the teacher calls attendance

-the bell rings for first period and he bolts out of the door in a flash

-is he annoyed at me already?? You couldn’t help but get another unpleasant feeling in your stomach

-obviously you shake it off because you and Dino haven’t even known each other for an hour yet… there’s a chance you guys could get on better terms, right?

-wrong

-all throughout the week Dino ignores you or pretends not to see you

-like this one time you were wandering around the school because you couldn’t find your fifth period class and you spot Dino near his locker

-approaching him while looking down, you busily pull out your schedule from your backpack to ask him where room 507, the science lab, was (the stupid school didn’t have door numbers above each room for some idiotic reason)

-andd he’s gone

-you’re alone in the deserted corridors

-seething, you had to walk allllthe way down to the first floor, ask the lady at the counter for help, then climb the stairs allll the way up to the fifth floor when you could’ve just turned right

-”the next time I catch him he’ll face my wrath URRGGH”

-but unsurprisingly, that boy sure could run

-he miraculously managed to steer clear of your presence every time you ‘ambushed’ him after class

-it’s frustrating to the point where you start waiting for him to come out of the boys’ locker room so you two could ‘talk’

-dino, being the smart honors student he is, takes the back door

-”sayonara idiot”

-yOU FINALLY get him in your hands after he miscalculates and heads to the vending machines to buy a sports drink

-”hellooo there dino”

-”pfft- why are you here” he chokes on his drink and his eyes immediately dart around to find a way to escape

-too bad there would be no escape now

-”lee chan… why are you trying to hide from me huh? What did i ever do to you to cause you to keep your distance from me? I was simply trying to find my way through the school and you ignored my pleas for help? Honestly, and i thought Seoul students were more polite? Yah- get back here!!”

-dino takes off through the hallways

-in a frenzy, you dart after him

-it’s a wild goose chase but you’re gaining ground on him

-both of you eventually get tired of running and begin panting like mad dogs

-”stop….*heave*right…*heavy breathing*there…*collapse*”

-”what…*cough*do…*sneeze*you…*cough*… want… *collapse*”

-and you’re just glaring at each other

-and glaring

-glaring

-still glaring

-until dino bursts into laughter

-complete confusion breaks out across your face you have no idea what he’s laughing about

-was there toilet paper on your shoe? Lettuce stuck between your teeth??

-meanwhile dino’s still cracking up on the floor, trying to exhale through his nose

- “what’s so funny?” you ask, starting to get seriously mad

- dino just keeps laughing, despite the growing tension

- “look, i just wanted to be able to fit in here and get along with people? why are you being so cold to me? you’re making it difficult for me to feel comfortable here”

- the laughter stops with those words

-dino looks at you, and he looks like he’s been slapped across the face right then

- “i… i’m sorry"

- you’re surprised to hear an apology

- “thank… you?”

- “there’s nothing wrong with you, i promise. y-you just…”

- frowning, you take a step closer to him, trying to connect the dots. He backs away, much to your annoyance.

-”i just what?”

-”you make me nervous, alright?”

- you??? made him??? nervous??? how on earth???

- “what?”

- he shakes his head quickly, eyes wide as a deer caught in headlights

-“pretend i didn’t say that. please. my reputation is at stake here.”

-so the two of you stand in silence in the hallway, not looking at each other because he?? doesn’t stop blushing??

- you’re still honestly so confused… he didn’t explain why he felt nervous around you… unless…

-”hey, do you have a crush on me?”

- but you’d literally just gotten to the school? oh man, your head was going to hurt if you thought about it more.

-dino’s ears grow pink, and he shakes his head vigorously

-”of course not!” he says with such defiance you’re almost insulted i mean who wouldn’t want your fine ass he’s probably blind

- ”i-i… you won in last year’s Seoul dancing competition, right?”

-hesitantly, you respond to his question

- “yes… i did…”

-”that last move you did… was it based off michael jackson’s thriller choreography?”

-astounded, you nodded your head. Even the judges didn’t recognize that move; you were a little disappointed they didn’t, that specific move took you months to perfect

-dino gets up from the floor and scratches the back of his neck, ears turning even redder than it was before

-you just realized how cute he looked like when he was embarrassed

-”uhm… could you teach me the way you dance?”

-the smile on his face’s hopeful; he clearly wanted to learn those moves badly

-it’s touching, it really is

-”sure”, you grin, “under one condition”

-dino’s smile immediately falters

-”… what’s the condition?”

-”you must bow whenever you see me in the hallways”

-he breathes a sigh of relief and dips his head in acknowledgement

-and that’s how you two became the best of friends

-you could always have a nice laugh with him about the first time you guys met each other

-surprisingly (or not), dino’s also really caring?? you were kicked out of your house a couple months back because you couldn’t pay the rent fast enough and he grew so worried he forced you to move into his house

-so you ended up living at a ginormous condominium

-dino has twelve?? Older?? Brothers??

-and they’re all hot asf aghjkl

-take seungcheol for example

-biceps, the eldest and strongest of all the brothers

-jeonghan; aka the mother, and angel also devil working part-time

-jisoo; handsome gentleman that speaks english

-junhui; huge greaseball, but deeply cares for his family

-hoshi; 10:10, star, kwon FIRREE, closest to dino obviously

-wonwoo; scary at first, is actually a big softie

-jihoon; don’t ever call him cute he WILL hit you with his guitar

-seokmin; ball of sunshine what’s not to like

-mingyu; germyu more like HAH

-minghao; don’t ever make him mad he’s scarily good at roasts but other than that cute & reserved

-seungkwan; your favorite brother other than chan tbh tbvh

-vernon; eyelashes you would kill for

-but they’re always up to some weird shiet

-they’ve always landed you and Dino in awkward situations… especially that time one week ago ugh

-so you and Dino were studying in his room and the atmosphere was light and comedic

-but guess what

-naega hosh decides to ruin it

-”hey y/n and chan- GUYS WHAT ARE YOU DOING OMGGG DINO DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN??”

-you two are literally only exchanging notes from the classes you shared together

-Dino’s entire face grows red, from the tip of his ears to his neck and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or embarrassment

-you’re staring at hoshi, dumbfounded and still not grasping the meaning of his words

-groaning, your best friend dashes after hoshi

-you prayed for his well-being after a series of screams and “i was tRYING TO HELP” enters the vicinity of your ears

-you don’t mind all their teasing although dino screams in agony every time his brothers even slightly mention the two of you looking good together

-in fact, you have a crush on chan yourself you’d never admit it but you do

-so whenever dino denies having a crush on you a piece of your heart breaks a little

-it’s obvious he only sees you as a good friend who’s like a sister to him… not that the truth doesn’t sting

-you’ll rather it stay this way; the less dino knows the better

-here comes the huge plot twist though

-your best friend actually does like you

-dino liked you before you even thought of liking him

-he liked you before you two even knew each other

-he liked you even when those petty arguments got in the way of your friendship, he liked you even when you were a disastrous mess in the morning, he liked you even when you liked that senior who picked up the wallet that you dropped during lunch one time

-dino liked you a lot, but he also was afraid

-afraid you would reject him

-afraid this uncommon friendship would be no more

-afraid he’d lose you, no, terrified you’d be out of his life if he ever confessed

-that fear got in the way to taking the next step of his relationship with you, and your obliviousness to his subtle flirting and overbearing concerns didn’t contribute to the progression of the confession at all

-that’s where the rest of his brothers come in

-jeonghan, the mastermind behind all the miraculous ‘coincidences’ is the head of the ‘find a suitable partner for baby chan’ agency and literally dedicates his free time to try to hook you two up together

-none of his cleverly designed plans would work however… except for one

-and that one successful attempt made you and dino realize that you two couldn’t go on without admitting the blossoming feelings you had for each other

-it worked… in a way that wasn’t planned..

-it was on a friday evening when the scheme took place

-as usual, jeonghan would be up to no good, and his brain was brewing with purely evil thoughts and tactics

-so on that night, jeonghan’s like “hey guys, let’s play truth or dare!”

-and the rest of dino’s brothers seem to catch on to what he’s going for, but for whatever reason, dino is none the wiser

-the rest of the brothers are exchanging sly smiles and they know where agent 1004 would be going with this

-you’re also unaware of what they’re doing, thinking that they’re just going to be boys being boys, and daring each other to do crazy things like lick each other’s armpits or run laps around the house naked

-all of you gather around in a circle and just to make sure that dino’s not going to chicken out, jeonghan orders the boys to lock up all available exits

-you’re starting to get suspicious, but you let it pass, thinking that you’re just being paranoid

-they go through a few dares (the most notable being jeonghan daring seungcheol to lie down on the couch and letting hoshi put ice on his nipples for ten seconds)

-eventually all 12 brothers decided on ‘dare’; each of them being dared to do all sorts of creepy things that would be weird just to think about

-it’s dino’s turn, and you realize he’s the second-to-last-one left of the bunch you’re last

-dino’s feeling quite bold and wants to live up to the “brave” show that his brothers had put up

-so he goes ‘dare!’ with a lot of gusto

-and jeonghan smiles evilly and you think “oh no”

-and jeonghan looks at you, and then looks at dino, and he goes “dino, i dare you to kiss y/n”

-dino goes bright red in the face

-like he literally turns into a tomato

-you watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid to express any kind of movement other than shifting your pupils

-and you watch as his feelings go from complete embarrassment to pure rage

-and he stands to his feet

-and he starts berating jeonghan - everyone is just shocked

-dino’s on a complete roll now; there’s no stopping him and his harsh words

-“i wish, for once, that you could be at least a little considerate on my part! you’re always planning something to make me uncomfortable or feel stupid and you ALL think you’re so smart and so sly because i’m the youngest here??”

-he takes a deep breath… and continues

-”I’m more than capable of expressing myself and who i am!! I’m as much as a man as any of you in here, but guess what? GUESS WHAT?! I have to put up with all of your crap because you’re older and i have to respect my elders but no more!! No more!! I-I.. stop being such a terrible brother! Stop being such terrible BROTHERS!!”

-everyone’s like ‘holy shit what the flying f*ck just happened

-dino storms out of the room because he’s furious, he’s so mad at the world and at himself

-everyone’s looking between one another because dino gets angry often but he’s never snapped like that

-and jeonghan looks genuinely hurt

-you look at him carefully and sigh, getting to your feet

-‘i’ll go talk to him, okay?’

-they all agree that’d be best

-so you start looking for dino and you find him in his room, blasting heavy rock on top volume

-gathering all the air in your lungs, you scream over the deafening music

-”DINO! It’s me!”

-for a while, you thought your attempt at conversing with him was a lost cause, and the music just keeps blaring

-it comes to an abrupt stop suddenly, and dino’s voice, sad and sullen, brings you back to his door

-“y/n…don’t come in”

-“why not?”

-“I don’t want to see you”

-you never knew that one line could hurt so much, nevertheless, you persist

-“dino… please”

-“no”

-“dino… i know you’re upset, but please, don’t take this out on me”

-he goes quiet for a moment

-and you’re about to walk away, sheepish at your futile efforts

-he opens his door a small crack, peering out to make sure it was really you

-“hey” you grin, nodding at the tall male. “How’re you doing by yourself?”

-he rolls his eyes, but still returns a withered smile

-“never been better y/n”

-”may i come in?”

-your best friend ponders about the pros and cons of the request for a little while before conceding, and you step into his room, shutting the door behind you

-you walk alongside his bed, admiring the tons of Michael Jackson and Haikyuu figurines he had in his collection

-truth to be told, you’ve always preferred to stay in dino’s room more than any other room in the house; it was just so cozy and full of memories of his childhood

-the left wall was tacked entirely with photos of him and his brothers; dino would often tell you stories about his misadventures with them– there was one year where the family went on a camping trip and wonwoo’s snacks were stolen by a giant grizzly bear, and there was that one week where woozi’s guitar was accidentally sat on by mingyu and he had refused to talk to him or any of his brothers until one of them got the exact copy of his previous instrument (which joshua had to travel to the usa for)

-you know dino loves his brothers deeply, and wouldn’t give them for the world, heck, even the next door lady with a whole set of teeth missing knew

-and especially not jeonghan

-it’s been quiet for a while now, and you glance back to see dino peacefully resting against the right wall

-the right wall the male was currently leaning on, on the other hand, was full of his achievements he had gained over the years; the numerous certificates and trophies of him getting in the basketball team and making the honor roll every single year in school… he was extremely talented and clever

-stepping closer to dino and to the wall, you marvel at the amount of  passion your best friend had poured into everything before you’ve even met him

-and in the center of the concrete structure , was a letter, laminated and hanged up accordingly, that notified him that he had made it to the prestigious national youth dance program

-you smile to yourself; dino had told you that out of all his brothers (which had all been tremendously supportive of him chasing after his dreams), jeonghan was the happiest after hearing him say that, and had dialed all their relatives that lived across the globe just to alert them of the good news. He definitely loved jeonghan more than he let on

-dino’s eyes flicker open, and in spite of himself, he smiles along with you

-”y/n, i hope you didn’t take offense to what i said before”

-you glance back at him, empathetic

-”it wouldn’t be me who would be taking offense”

-the male’s eyes flicker back to his feet, and he sighs

-”i shouldn’t have lashed out like that, should’ve i?”

-as gently as you could, you shake your head. “You shouldn’t have, but i understand how you feel,” you say, patting his shoulder.

-dino gazes at you softly, a remorseful look drifting over his features

-he directs his gaze back to his feet, most likely slapping himself mentally for screaming out what he didn’t mean

-it was then you realized how young he looked. young, not as in immature, but more so a youth who recognized the errors of their recklessness too late

-trying to offer some form of encouragement, you reach out for his face, and that’s when your brain started hollering “danger”

-when had dino become so handsome?

-his infamous chicken hairstyle was the talk of the class until he had gotten rid of it, but even after that, the girls hadn’t paid him much attention

-it wasn’t like he had been bad-looking all these years; you just found his personality the most attractive part of him

-subconsciously, you reach out for dino’s face and stroke his chiseled jaw without a second thought

-his gaze shoots to the position of your hand, questions forming in his racing mind

-”y-y/n?”

-your heart skips a beat, and your eyes soften at the sound of his voice… you were going to hate yourself for doing this, but you couldn’t resist anymore

-that’s it all it took; one breathy whisper from him that unleashed all the emotions you’ve been hiding for so long

-you lean in slowly, still stroking dino’s jaw with your fingertips, and meet his pale pink lips with yours

-it was as if time froze itself, and that it was only the two of you left in this world, with nothing to disturb the anticipated moment

-dino stops breathing, motionless in his spot

-your brain registers his motions almost instantly… dino wasn’t kissing you back.

-you immediately pull back from his lips, suddenly nauseous 

-you made a mistake, didn’t you?

-you never touch your best friend

-not ever

-no matter how quick it was, no matter how much you liked them, you don’t. you don’t do it for fear of ruining the friendship

-instead of voicing your apologies aloud, you bow your head in fear that your voice would crack while saying sorry

-it hurt, but this was the truth, wasn’t it?

-the kiss… if you could even call it one, would just be a rueful memory imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life

-the clock ticks by, and neither of you move

-you’re shaking

-dino touches your shoulder, and you glance up, eyes already welling up with tears

-you couldn’t bear to let him see you in this pitiful state, but to your surprise, he tenderly wipes the droplets running down your cheeks away

-dino then slowly cups your chin, and leans in, his and your heartbeat increasing to a rate of one million

-your mind goes blank the moment his smooth pink lips touched yours, and your legs falter from the excitement and thrill of finally requiting your feelings for each other

-it was one of the briefest kisses recorded down in history, but to you, it felt like a decade

-you were in absolute bliss because…

-dino liked you back

Bonus:

-”you guys did kiss back then, didn’t you??” hoshi exclaims, resuming his exuberant twirling across the bedroom

-your face turns apple red, and you pretend to be immersed in your book

-dino chokes on his water, his face turning just as red as yours

-”I-I… we… it’s not what you think-”

-”relax, relax, all of us know. coupsie, jihoon, and i heard y/n sniffling behind the door and thought you must’ve hurt her or something, but whaddya know? she went from snivelling to silent in .2 seconds… seungcheol was about to break down the door if her whimpering wouldn’t stop, so thank god for that. jeonghan was jumping from door to door after we told him our hunch.”

-the youngest brother begins hyperventilating, clutching his head in a wild panic

-”you guys were outside?!! Jeonghan knows we kissed?!”

-snorting, hoshi collapses on the seat next to yours, checking his hair out in the nearby window

-”he would find out even if none of us made a peep channie”

-”goshdarn it!! he’s not home yet, is he??”

-the front door slams rightfully shut, and as if on cue, jeonghan’s blonde head pops through the wooden door

-”dinooo~ you have some explaining to do~”

-”runnnnn!!!”

I’m crying

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part of your world: Dino

Summary: After two years as Seventeen’s assistant manager, it’s time for you to move on. Parting, however, is difficult for you and Dino.

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: angst, slight crack, and then more angst… :C

Author’s note: I had planned to give this a fluffy ending but in the end poured too many of my real feelings about the K-pop industry in. All of my second-person protagonists are me, but perhaps this protag is especially me. I may try and write a happy-ending epilogue in the future!

*

On an early Saturday morning, you send the news that you’re leaving your position as Seventeen’s assistant manager to the group chat.

You:Hello everyone. I’ve made the decision to move on to the next step in my career. Today will be my last day with Seventeen. Thank you for the honour of being your assistant manager for these past two years.

It’s a day off for the members and you know they only got home at around 1 AM last night, so you’re surprised when you get a text only five minutes later.

Dino:Nuna, are you at the company right now?

You:Yes

You put your phone away and continue on your way to the staff room. The room is empty and quiet, save for humming computers and the sound of rain hitting the window.

Not two minutes later, though, the quiet is broken when the door bursts open with a bang. In charges Dino, slightly out of breath.

“Nuna!”

“Whoa! Oh, Chan-ah,” you greet him, bemused. “Why are you here so early?”

“I was already on my way here.” He tosses his bag down carelessly and hurries through the tables and computers toward you. “I saw your message — are you really leaving? You can’t, nuna.”

You have to smile a little at his firm tone. “I can’t?”

“You’re doing a really good job! All of our managers like you.” He skids to a stop in front of you, eyes wide. “They think you’re one of the best assistant managers we’ve ever had. And we’ve had a lot!”

“I know, Chan-ah,” you assure him. “Thank you for saying that. My decision isn’t about you guys at all, I promise.”

“Then why?” His eyes grow wider. “No way… nuna. Are you — are you getting married? Are you pregnant??”

“Pregnant?” You laugh. “Yah, is this the 1950s? Do I have to leave my job just because I’m pregnant?”

“No, but — are you?”

Still chuckling, you reach up to ruffle his hair. “What do you think?”

Dino removes your hand from his head and holds on. “Nuna, tell me.”

“No, Chan-ah, I’m not pregnant.” You look up at him curiously. “Why are you so anxious?”

“I’m… not anxious.” He pulls back, swallowing, and drops your hand. “I’m just surprised. I mean, this is really out of nowhere, you know?”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you acknowledge. “But this was a personal decision I had to make. I promise it’s not because of you, or anyone else at the company.”

Dino looks away, then back at you, a crease between his brows. “You couldn’t have told us sooner?”

The thread of hurt in his tone makes you reach out on instinct and clasp his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I really am. The managers said this would be easiest for everyone. You know what I mean, right? It’s easier to make a clean break of it.”

“… ‘s not easier.”

“What’s that?” You lean in.

“It’s not easier.” Dino lifts his head, and the abrupt eye contact almost feels physical.

You step back. “What?”

“You’re leaving tomorrow!” he bursts out. “After all this time together, you’re just walking out of our lives? How is that easier?”

“I know, but the managers said this would be the best for everyone —”

“They don’t understand! None of our other staff understand me like you do, nobody got along with me like you do. You’ve helped me so much, all this time — more than anybody else in my life.”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“If you leave, things really won’t be the same,” he finishes, more softly.

His stare is so intent that you have to look away before you find your words.

“Chan-ah.” You clear your throat. “Thank you for saying that. I’m glad I could support you and help you, as your assistant manager.”

Dino frowns. “You’re not just our assistant manager. You’re not just staff to me, nuna.”

Oh dear. “I amstaff, though. I was your assistant manager, that was my job.”

“I’m saying it’s not about the job! Our relationship isn’t about our roles,” he says with a huff.

“Itis,” you say, trying to strike a balance between kind and firm. “It is, because everything I did for you, I did as your assistant manager.”

He narrows his eyes. “So I’m the only one who felt it? It was just a one-sided relationship?”

You decide to just say it. He’s not going to let this go otherwise.

“Yes. It was a one-sided relationship, because it was supposed to be, Chan-ah.”

“What?” He draws back in affront. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“My job revolves around you,” you say gently. “We talk about you, all day, every single day. Your dancing, your singing, your worries, your concerns, your feelings. I know your hobbies, what you do on your off days, where your family lives… I know much, much more about you than you know about me.”

Dino blinks. He opens his mouth to reply. No words come out.

“And that’s okay,” you emphasize, “that’s how it’s supposed to be, because you’re an idol. That’s your identity. As staff, our job is to understand you and support you, and I’m glad I could do so successfully. But because of our roles, this relationship is, was and always will be one-sided.”

You pause, to see if he’ll interject. Instead he looks away, pressing his lips tight.

“We can’t say it’s not about the job,” you say, softer, “when your job is your life.”

He rocks his weight back on his heels, face still averted. His hands are clenched at his sides.

“Chan-ah?”

“…All right.” He looks up. “All right.”

He doesn’t exactly sound all right. You try to read his face, but he schools his expression with that incredible control of his, and you’re left staring at his blank poker face.

“All right,” Dino repeats one more time, quietly, then turns on his heel, picks up his bag and walks out.

Watching him go, it feels like he’s leaving you.

But you know that’s not true. You’re the one leaving.

*

“So did I hear right?” you ask Dino after a long day of filming at Mnet. “Seungkwan and Hoshi are your favourite hyeong?”

“Oh, you heard that?” He laughs, a cute giggle, and covers his mouth a little sheepishly.

“And here I thought Vernon was your favourite.”

“Don’t tell him.”

You smile. “You know Vernon’s not the type to mind.”

“That’s true.” He gives you a side-glance. “Who’s your favourite?”

“My favourite hyeong??”

“No, I mean, out of the members… who’s your favourite member?”

“Oh.” Your turn to laugh. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Why not? I won’t tell the manager-hyeong.”

“Try asking them that question.”

He huffs. “I know they’re going to say they can’t pick, because they’re not supposed to show favouritism.”

“Are you saying I do show favouritism?”

“No! No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then why would I answer?”

“Just between us,” he tries to coax. “C’mon, nuna.”

You turn to him. He mirrors you, leaning in, face alight with anticipation.

Rising on your tiptoes, you flick him on the forehead.

“Ow!” He raises a hand to his face, pouting.

“Let’s go, the others are waiting.” Grinning, you start walking again.

“So do you have a favourite or not? Nuna? Nuna!”

*

The other members say their farewells in the chat group; you walk out of the company building for the last time that Saturday.

On Sunday, you and your roommate of three years say goodbye to your miniscule Hongdae apartment and make the move north of the river. Moving is, as always, a tremendously hasslesome process. By the end of the day, you lay your exhausted body down on your mattress, surrounded by half-opened cardboard boxes, and pull out your phone.

Your eyes pop out of your head when you see Dino’s name on the screen.

Dino:Can we talk?

Yikes. Should you be communicating with him now that you’re no longer an employee? The non-disclosure agreement in your contract didn’t give specifics on this, but you’re not interested in running afoul of the company’s lawyers. Then again, the members can contact whoever they want; they have those privileges now.

In the end, you give a non-answer.

You:I’m sorry, I’m currently moving and things are a little busy.

Dino:Moving?

His one-word reply confuses you. Is he asking for clarification? Expecting more details? You don’t know, so you don’t send a reply.

A little cowardly, sure. But leaving your job as Seventeen’s assistant manager has used up enough of your courage.

*

You pick your way precariously through the crowded KBS waiting room, distributing lunch box sets among the members. It takes five minutes to reach Dino and Mingyu, who are squished between the far couch and the window, and hand them the last two boxes.

“Thank you, nuna.” Dino hands his phone to you in exchange for the food, and you glance at the screen.

“Oh, Duolingo again?” You squint at the Japanese characters. “Something about cats, right?”

“Nuna, you know Japanese?” Mingyu glances up at you.

“Nah, I just recognize some of the kanji,” you explain. “Speaking of, Chan-ah, I talked to the translations team and found someone with Japanese teaching experience. Do you want me to set up some private lessons after this comeback is over?”

“Really? Yeah, that sounds great,” Dino says enthusiastically. “Thank you.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to ask, nuna.” Mingyu puts down his chopsticks. “Myeongho and I were thinking about doing lives in both Chinese and Korean, you know how some other groups do these days? But we need a live interpreter.”

“Didn’t you already ask Taehui-hyeong for help with that?” Dino says with a frown.

“Yeah, but you know how he is,” Mingyu replies, “he hasn’t gotten around to it yet. So I just wanted to ask you, nuna.”

Dino clicks his tongue. “You realize you’re just making more work for her like this, right?”

“Eh? No I’m not, nuna and hyeong can work together to find someone.”

“Yeah, but how much time is it going to take to find someone for this random request you thought up at 3 in the morning? She has other things to do.”

“It was 4 in the morning, for your information. And Taehui-hyeong thought it was a great idea.”

“Then just ask him and leave nuna out of this.”

“Yah, is nuna your personal manager? I can ask her for help, too.”

“Okay, ceasefire, please,” you interrupt. “Mingyu, less talking and more eating, the beauty shop folks are arriving any minute and you’re first up. I’ll check with Taehui about the interpreter.”

“Thanks!” Mingyu shoots you a grin and a smirk at Dino, who scowls back.

“Chan-ah, try and get some sleep after you finish eating, okay?” You hand back his phone. “Also, sorry, I broke your Duolingo streak.”

“Oh?” He takes the phone and checks the screen.

“I took a guess, but looks like ‘We broke up because my cat was too cute’ was wrong.”

He stares at the mistranslated sentence for a few more moments, then cracks a smile. “I think you need to take Japanese lessons with me, nuna.”

“I mean, there’s the ‘cat’ character and the ‘break up’ characters, right there. It was an educated guess.”

“And all the other hiragana in the middle?”

“Yeah, I just ignored those.”

“…That’s not how language works.”

“Good thing you’re the global idol, not me.”

*

On Monday, you get another text.

Dino:Nuna, do you have some time today?

You do, in fact, have some time; you have an entire week off before you start your new job. Does that mean you should be talking to Dino, though?

As you’re staring at his message, conflicted, a call comes through.

You startle and nearly drop your phone. Managing to catch it, you quickly swipe to pick up. “Hello?”

There’s a pause. Then: “Nuna, it’s me.”

“…Dino?”

“Yes, it’s Chan.”

“Ah. Hi.” You swallow.

“Um, I called because… I wanted to apologize about how our last conversation ended.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I know it came as a shock to you.”

“Yes. But I thought it over, and I wanted to talk to you some more. Do you have time to meet up today?”

“Errr, can you tell me now, over the phone?”

“If you’re not free during the day, I have time this evening,” he says quickly. “I can meet you wherever, nuna.”

“Can you…?” You’re doubtful. It’s not an easy thing for an idol to move around Seoul discreetly. And now that you’re not a staff member, you really have no reason to be seen in public with him.

“Yes. You said you moved, right? Just tell me where’s convenient for you, nuna, I’ll be there.”

“Dino, I think it’s better if we talk over the phone —”

“Please, I want to talk to you in person, nuna. Please.”

The urgency in his voice makes you waver. Slowly, you say, “The thing is, Dino, I don’t think we can meet anymore.”

A pause on the line.

“No way… nuna, don’t tell me — did you move abroad??”

“What???” How did he jump to that conclusion? “No. No, I moved across the river.”

“Across the river? Then why did you say we can’t meet? If you’re still in Seoul, I can definitely go meet you!”

“No, what I meant was — look, I’m not a member of your staff anymore, right? It’s not that easy for us to meet up.”

“I’m serious. Just give me an address and a time today and I promise I’ll be there.”

“Can you at least tell me what this is about?”

“I want to tell you in-person,” he repeats stubbornly.

“…Fine.” You let out a breath. “Before that, though, you need to tell the managers why you’re coming to see me, get their okay and make sure someone can drive you. Got it?”

Dino doesn’t answer right away.

“Or,” you say, “you can just tell me right now.”

“Fine. I’ll tell them,” he says, sounding reluctant. “Send me the place and time, okay?”

“All right.”

“I’ll see you soon, nuna.”

You end the call and immediately think, Where the hell can we meet?

It’s amazing how you spent so much time with the members and yet only travelled to a few fixed places together: the company, the dorms, the broadcasting stations, and other media companies. Now that you’ve left your position, there are no intersections where you and the Seventeen members can meet in public.

In the end, you send Dino a text with the only viable, private place you can think of: your apartment. Then you send a quick heads-up to your roommate.

You:Jeonghyeon-ah, sorry for the late notice, one of the members of Seventeen will be coming over at 5:30

Jeonghyeon:Coming over?? Why? You’re not in trouble, are you?

You:I don’t think so…? >_<I’m going to try and send him home by 6 if you want to avoid it

Jeonghyeon:Yeah I’ll take you up on that, thanks

You:Don’t work too hard!

You spend the rest of the day mindlessly unpacking while your thoughts whir around, trying to think of what Dino might have to tell you. By the time five rolls around, you’re sore but satisfied with your unpacking progress and feeling ready to hear Dino out.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a message.

Dino:I’m so sorry nuna, I can’t make it today. I wanted to let you know earlier but I didn’t have time

For a minute you just stare at your phone. For some reason, it feels like a letdown.

Pushing back your disappointment, you keep your reply short and sweet.

You:That’s okay.

You get an immediate read receipt, so you wait to see if he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

After a minute of waiting, you shake your head and put away your phone. Whatever Dino wanted to talk about, it must not have been as urgent as he made it sound. Oh, well.

*

“Here, Seungkwan-ah.” You sit down in the driver’s seat of the car and reach back to hand Seungkwan his precious iced Americano.

“Thank you~” He leans forward, smushing Dino into Vernon, and accepts it gratefully.

“Use the straw, okay?” You start the car and peel out of the parking lot; you’re late for the trio’s radio schedule.

“Yeah, no costume changes today, hyeong,” Dino jabs.

“Uh, excuse me, I spilled onecoffee out of the fifty thousand drinks I’ve had in my life, one single time. Are you really going to keep bringing it up?”

“Fifty thousand drinks,” Vernon says in a musing tone. “If there are 365 days in a year…”

“Twenty-two times 365 is… 8,030. You’ve lived for 8,030 days, hyeong.” Dino holds up his phone, showing the calculator. “And 50,000 divided by 8,030 is… 6.2. Have you had 6.2 coffees every single day of your life?”

Seungkwan lets out a growl. “You know what I meant!”

You tune out their bickering and focus on getting through the Gangnam traffic as swiftly as safely possible. It’ll be a miracle if you’re not late, but hey, miracles do sometimes happen, right? Right?

After a few minutes, Seungkwan calls your name. “Hey, nuna?”

“Hm?”

“I think the barista left you their KakaoTalk ID.”

“Eh?” You put your foot down on the accelerator and manage to clear a yellow light safely. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a Kakao ID written here on the cup, plus a name.”

“Really?”

“Let me see that.” Dino grabs for the cup.

Vernon leans in as well. “‘Hajun’. I guess that’s his name.”

“Weird.” The next light you don’t make; you sit back and force yourself to relax your grip on the steering wheel.

“No, wait — what the hell? There’s a heart and a winky-face here too,” Dino says, tone rising in disbelief. “Yah, nuna, this guy’s trying to pick you up.”

“What?” You glance back with raised eyebrows.

He thrusts the cup out into your face. “Look! ‘Hajun’, heart, winky-face, Kakao ID. He was trying to pick you up!”

You turn back around in time for the green light. “Huh. Look him up on KakaoTalk for me.”

“Wait, what?” says Dino. “That’s a bad idea, you shouldn’t —”

“Found him,” Seungkwan announces. “Yi Hajun.”

“Yah, don’t!” Dino says loudly. “Why would you even bother, he’s obviously not a good person!”

“You didn’t even meet him,” says Vernon.

“Yeah, but what kind of weirdo goes around handing out his contact information on coffee cups?? Do you think nuna should meet that kind of person?”

“Relax, Chan-ah, I’m not going to marry the guy.” You turn onto the final street and glance at the clock. You just might make it.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t look that good in bed, either!”

Seungkwan sighs. “I did not need that visual.”

WTF? You ignore Dino’s non-sequitur as you park the van and turn off the engine. “Okay, let’s go, we have two minutes to spare.”

Seungkwan and Vernon hop out, but Dino remains in the backseat. “Nuna, promise you won’t contact that guy.”

“Come on,” you urge, checking the clock again, “we’re going to be late.”

“Promise first!” He doesn’t budge.

“All right, I promise!” Why this is relevant to him, you’re not sure, but anything to get your idols to their schedules on time. “Now move, please.”

Finally Dino gets out of the van, and you lock up and jog in after them with an internal sigh of relief. What a job.

*

You finish unpacking everything by mid-Tuesday, and use the afternoon to scope out the local shops and do a much-needed grocery run to stock up your bare apartment. After dishing out a few hundred thousand won, you head back home laden with bags.

As you’re approaching your building, a familiar-looking vehicle catches your attention.

Your steps slow. The van’s parked on the opposite side of the street, and you keep a careful eye on it as you draw closer.

Just as you get close enough to read the license number, someone exits it.

“Nuna?”

You stagger to a halt. It really is him: Dino, dressed in all black, with a face mask pulled high and a ball cap pulled low, casually standing in the street in front of your apartment.

“Chan-ah, what —” Instinctively you glance around to see if anyone’s in the vicinity. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to talk to you.” He hurries toward you, hands reaching for your grocery bags. “Do you live here, nuna? Here, let me help.”

You side-step him and beeline for the van. “Who drove you? Taehui-yah, is that you?”

Taehui pokes his head out the driver’s seat window, wearing a sheepish smile. “Y/N-ah, hi.”

“Sorry about this, Hui-yah.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“No, it’s okay,” he replies, good-natured as always. “I wanted to come see your new neighbourhood anyway.”

“You told Taehui-hyeong you were moving but you didn’t tell me?” Dino butts in indignantly. “Really, nuna?”

You turn to him with a tsk. “Hurry up and say what you wanted to say before someone sees you.”

His eyes widen, and he glances around the street. “Right here? But… that’s kind of awkward.”

“Then let’s talk in the van.”

“Won’t your groceries go bad?”

Good point. “Fine. You guys can come up to my place.” You turn and head for your building.

“No, hyeong has to stay in the van,” Dino says quickly.

“Eh?” You turn back. “Why?”

“Because! That’s… that’s what we agreed.” He ushers you forward, away from the van and toward your building.

“Hui-yah, is this okay?” you call.

“Just get him back out here by five-thirty,” he calls back.

“Okay!”

When you turn back around, you find Dino’s somehow taken most of your grocery bags into his own hands. Well, you won’t complain.

On the elevator ride up, you remember Jeonghyeon. “Oh, shoot.” You scramble for your phone.

“What is it?” Dino asks.

“My roommate.” Exiting the elevator, you draft up a quick text.

“You got a roommate?”

His shocked tone makes you pause and look up. “Eh? I’ve always had a roommate.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Ever since I came to Seoul.” You send Jeonghyeon the text and continue on to your apartment.

“Oh.”

“You really don’t know anything about me, huh,” you say lightly as you unlock your door and step inside.

When you turn around, Dino’s standing at your threshold, looking at you with big eyes full of hurt.

“Hey — come on, I was joking.” You put down your bags and wave him in, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean it like that, Chan-ah.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he mumbles, trudging in and setting the groceries down gently. “But you know what, nuna?”

“Hm?” You close the door and turn to find him staring at you intently. “What is it?”

He takes a step forward. “I thought about it, and I don’t think it’s all my fault that I don’t know anything about you.”

“Hang on, I never said it was your fault.”

“I know, but what I mean is: you were too good of a manager.” He takes another step. “And maybe I was too good of an idol, right? That’s why our relationship was like that. That’s why you just felt like you were doing your job all the time.”

You smile a little wryly. “That’s one way to look at it, sure.”

Dino stops in front of you, expression earnest. “But see, now we’re no longer like that. You’re not my manager, I’m not your idol.”

To your surprise, he takes your hands and clasps them in his.

“Now we can have an equal relationship,” he finishes.

Uh. What?

“What are you talking about?” You pull your hands away.

He grabs on tighter and leans in. “We’re friends now, nuna.”

His tone is so matter-of-fact that for a second you actually believe him.

Then you shake your head. “What? No, that’s not —”

“Before we were just colleagues, right? Now we’re friends. You can tell me things like who your roommate is, how your family is, what you do on your days off. You can tell me everything about yourself.”

He’s looking so sincerely into your eyes that it almost physically hurts to look away. “Chan-ah, we can’t.” You tug your hands free again and tuck them behind your back.

“Why not? You’re not my manager anymore.”

“I’m not your manager anymore, but you’re still an idol,” you point out. “You still have all the responsibilities and restrictions of your job, your life. And now I’m no longer part of that life.”

“But I’m allowed to have friends,” he says indignantly, drawing back. “I’m allowed to choose you to be part of my life as my friend.”

“Listen, thank you for saying that, but — I can’t.”

“Why?” Dino pulls back further, eyes dimming. “You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“Then why?”

“If we become friends, Chan-ah, I’m going to start liking you.”

…

Wait.

You said it.

What the fuck?

You can feel your eyes growing huge, a mirror to Dino’s widening eyes, a mutual staredown over the gruesome confession that’s just come out of your mouth.

THUD.

Something hard hits you from the back, and you topple forward onto the floor.

“Ow,” you groan.

“Nuna! Are you okay?!”

“Oh my God, Y/N-ah, sorry!” That’s Jeonghyeon’s voice.

You roll over weakly onto your back and squint up at Jeonghyeon, who stands in the doorway with a hand on the doorknob and a hand to her mouth.

“I didn’t know you were standing behind the door — are you okay?” She hurries in and crouches down beside you. “Did you hit your head?”

“Ow. I’m okay. Welcome back.” You close your eyes and dizzily let her pull you up into a sitting position. “Sorry, this guy showed up without giving advance warning. Jeonghyeon, meet Chan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dino says automatically. “Wait, never mind that — nuna, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

You wave him off as you stand, holding onto Jeonghyeon. “I’m fine. Anyway, you should go now.”

“Me?” Dino looks between the two of you. “But — we’re not done talking.”

“Yeah, well, Jeonghyeon’s home, so time’s up.” Avoiding eye contact, you move around him and into the kitchen to start putting away the groceries. “I bought groceries, Hyeon-ah.”

“So I see.” She puts down her bag and hangs up her coat, side-eyeing Dino all the while. “Why is he here?”

“Oh, um, let me introduce myself,” Dino says quickly. “Hello, I’m Dino of Seventeen.”

“Right. You’re the guy who didn’t show up yesterday after making an appointment with her.”

He ducks his head. “I’m sorry. That was my bad.”

“So. Again. Why are you here?” You can hear Jeonghyeon’s eyebrow raise in her voice. “Did you come to confess your love for her or something like that?”

“No, I did that already,” you say ruefully, sticking your head deep in the fridge as you put away the soy milk.

“Oh. Wait, what?” Jeonghyeon drops the eyebrow raise and comes over to join you in the fridge. “You did what?”

“I said I liked him. By accident.” You share a grimace with her. “It was right before you opened the door into me, actually, so you had great timing.”

“Wow.” She lets out her breath in a low whistle.

“Yeah. That’s probably going to be the lowlight of my thirties right there.”

“Now what?”

“Now he leaves, and we pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Uh, excuse me.” Dino knocks on the fridge door, then peers around the edge. “I’m right here, you know. I can hear you.”

“Great! Then you know what to do.” Jeonghyeon straightens, gives her excellent no-nonsense smile and starts ushering him out. “Go back safely~”

“I still have things to say,” he protests. “Just hear me out!”

“Sorry, time to leave —”

“I like you too, nuna!!”

You look around at that.

Both Dino and Jeonghyeon are looking back at you. Jeonghyeon’s jaw is slightly dropped; Dino’s staring at you like Jeonghyeon’s not even there.

“Um,” you say.

Dino makes a frustrated sound. “Can I talk to you in private, please?”

Jeonghyeon tilts her head at you. After a moment, you give her a tiny nod and move toward Dino. “Let’s go outside.”

He doesn’t move. “Are you kicking me out?”

“Either we talk outside, or we don’t talk at all,” you say bluntly.

“…Okay.” He turns and exits the apartment but holds onto the door, as though making sure you won’t close it on him.

“I’m going to start cooking dinner,” Jeonghyeon tells you. “Take your time.”

You give her a grateful smile before following Dino outside.

He stands fidgeting in the hallway as you lock the door. “Nuna.”

“Not here. Let’s go back to the van.” You start down the hall to the elevator.

“The van? But Taehui-hyeong’s there.”

“There’s nowhere else we can go.”

“So why not your place?” You can hear the pout in his voice without even looking at him.

“Jeonghyeon hates having strangers over. It’s the first rule of our roommate agreement.”

“Then why did you invite me here in the first place?”

You press the elevator button. “I invited you yesterday, when I gave Jeonghyeon enough notice so she wouldn’t be home at the same time.”

“So it’s okay as long as she’s not there?”

“Yes.”

“Weird,” he mutters as he gets in the elevator after you.

You send him a speaking look.

“Sorry,” he says quickly.

“Pro tip: if you like someone, don’t call their friends weird.”

He doesn’t reply. You glance over to find him looking at you.

“What?”

“You’re right,” he says. “I like you.”

“Wha — ?!” You whip back around to face the front. You can feel your ears starting to burn.

“I like you, nuna,” he says, louder. “You like me too, right?”

Fortunately, the elevator reaches the ground floor just then. You dart out without answering and power-march out of the building and toward the van, resolutely not looking at him.

“Nuna!” Dino breaks into a jog to catch up to you. “That’s what you said, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t,” you shoot over your shoulder, not looking around. “Now be quiet before you attract attention.”

You reach the van and knock hurriedly on the driver’s side. Taehui jerks upright from his doze and rolls down the window. “Y/N-ah, hey. You’re done?”

“Almost.” You open the rear door and get in. “Come on, Chan-ah.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t?” Dino says, clambering on after you. “You clearly said it!”

“Hurry up and close the door.” You lean forward and tap Taehui on the shoulder. “Hui-yah, let’s go back to the dorms.”

“What?! No!” Dino grabs your hand in his. “Don’t, hyeong!”

“Uhhhh,” says Taehui.

You pull away with a huff. Fine, if you have to hash this out in front of Taehui, you will. “Chan-ah, look, I was just joking around, okay? Let’s just forget about this.”

“I wasn’t.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking, nuna. I like you.”

You glance nervously at Taehui. “Okay, seriously, this isn’t funny —”

“I’mnot joking. Ask Taehui-hyeong. I told all the manager-hyeong already.”

“You what?!” You turn your head to gape at Taehui. His awkward expression seems to confirm this.

“The reason I couldn’t come yesterday is because I told them this,” Dino continues, “and we spent the entire day arguing with senior management.”

“WHAT?” You’re pretty sure you’re in the process of losing your mind. “Lee Chan, you’re an idol.”

“I know!” he says. “I know. But I also know that I like you. And now… now I know that you like me too.”

“Yah, I never said I like you, I said I might start liking you!”

“You said you will start liking me!”

“So what??” Your voice is raised; you sit back and try to bring your volume down. “Okay. Look. You know what? It doesn’t matter.”

“How can you say that? Now we both know how the other feels!”

“It doesn’t matter, because we can’t date.”

“Nuna, I talked to management about this already! You can ask Taehui-hyeong, he was there. You know we don’t have an official dating ban.”

You give him your most stern stare. “Lee Chan, I am not going to date you.”

He blinks, opens his mouth, then pauses.

Finally: “Why not?” he asks, his tone wilted.

You sigh. “I know what it takes to be a celebrity. You owe your entire life to your fans. You live in the public eye. Your livelihood is built on societal sentiment.”

“My true fans would be happy for me to date someone I like!”

“But I don’t want to date a celebrity, Chan-ah,” you say. “I don’t want to date someone living in the public eye. I want to date someone normal like Taehui and deal with ordinary relationship issues.”

His eyes bug out. “Taehui-hyeong?” His head whips around toward the driver’s seat. “Hyeong?!”

“What? No, no, no.” Taehui shakes his head, a look of alarm on his face.

“Hey, I was just using him as an example!” you say quickly. “You know, for example, if I date Taehui, he doesn’t have any fans who might send me hate mail, and if we break up, I don’t have to see his face on the Internet.”

“Why would you date Taehui-hyeong though?!”

“I meant someone like Taehui!” You facepalm. “You’re totally missing the point.”

“Chan-ah, she’s saying she doesn’t want to date a celebrity,” Taehui intervenes. “Don’t you think you should respect her choice?”

“But —”

“He’s right. It’s my choice.” You’re grateful to Taehui for articulating it that way. “Can you respect that, Chan-ah?”

Dino looks down, crestfallen. “When you put it that way…” he mumbles.

You soften your tone. “It means a lot that you care about me. It really does. But I can’t be part of your world anymore.”

His brow creases in confusion. “You used to be, though. You were our assistant manager.”

“And I left. I left, for a reason.”

“…What reason?”

“The longer I worked, the clearer I saw how the K-pop industry turns humans into products.” You take a breath. “I know you chose this, and I’m not saying you made the wrong choice. But I can’t remain in this system. I can’t continue to contribute and uphold it. There’s too much dissonance in my head.”

Dino looks up, brow still scrunched. “Then — if I wasn’t an idol —”

Oh dear. “Stop. I’m not asking you to change,” you say. “We’re not going to change for each other, all right? Some day you’ll find someone who doesn’t mind dating a K-pop idol, and that person will be right for you.”

His throat moves visibly as he swallows. “I believe you’re right for me,” he says, voice thick.

“But I don’t believe you are for me,” you say, as gently as you can. “You’re not right for me, Chan-ah.”

He blinks a few times, then breaks eye contact and looks down without replying.

You look at Taehui, who’s watching through the rearview mirror with a concerned expression. “Hui-yah, sorry for making you listen to all this, and thanks for taking care of Chan. I appreciate everything you’ve done, really.”

“You know it’s no problem.” He turns around to clasp your hand briefly. “Take care of yourself, Y/N-ah, okay? Be happy.”

“You too, Hui-yah. Best of luck with everything.” You muster up a smile and wave. “Then… I’ll get going. Good-bye.”

You open the van door, get out and turn to close it.

“Nuna.” Dino’s there, holding the door open.

You look at him, at the faint glint of unshed tears in his eyes, and you can feel your throat close up with your own tears.

“Be happy, Chan-ah,” you say, and turn away.

That’s how you walk out of Seventeen’s lives; that’s how you walk out of Lee Chan’s life.

*

Kim Mingyu is the standard.

beautiful gorgeous amazing ❤️‍❤️‍❤️‍❤️‍

i think about these a lot….

god i swear if he was my professor I’d be a STRAIGHT A student

bahhwhwhahahahaah pls

their relationship makes my heart go

just mingyu and his paris baguette living in their own little world

his first live in 2021

credit : min9yu.puppy (instagram)

everyone was all smiles and looked so cute

petition to change mingyu’s middle name to sexy

pls this is enough to make me tear up

UMHMHMHMHMH SIR????

you are my escape ~ ✨

LOOPED IT. YOU’RE WELCOME. ‼️‼️‼️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

saranghaeyo svt ❤️