Realistic or Modern → 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

[weldherwings]

𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Hoekage
korean pop idol x sasaeng fan
angst - 18+ themes - triggers
slow burn romance
setting: seoul, south korea

plot: a sasaeng fan saves the life of her favourite k-pop idol.
he develops a crush on her not knowing she has been black-listed from everything connected to him and his band.

[closed]​

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "ok so. just get me home. get some food in me. get me in a bed. let me hibernate for the rest of my life."

location: running for his life in incheon airport after coming home from japan tour

outfit: click me

inspiration: those crazy fans

it for you: Hoekage

The screams were deafening. He could hear his ears ringing. Sure, he loved his fans. But this was excessive.

Jeong Young-Jae had finally landed on Korean soil with the rest of his band, SKYZ. The eight-boy Korean idol group had just finished a tour in Japan after releasing an album two months ago. There was only a couple more concert tours they had to do – one in China, one in Singapore and then two in Australia – until they were able to relax and have a month off for ‘healing time’. And oh boy, was he looking forward to it. The last two months had been crazy. Their album had gone crazy on the charts and they had won multiple charts over the last few weeks. It seemed as if their fan base had also exploded whilst they had been promoting for their album, Moon.

He kept his head down and followed his band members in front of him as they walked through the terminals of Incheon International Airport. Many of their fans had come to see them as they returned in the dead of night. I mean, seriously. It was one thirty in the morning and there had to be at least a hundred people here. Young-Jae flinched as the bright lights of the cameras flashed before his tired eyes. All he wanted to do was get home and have a sleep. Maybe hibernate for the next week. Was that too much to ask for? It was one thirty now but by the time they got through the mob, got into their car and finally arrive in Seoul, it would be close to four in the morning. Something he was not keen on.

The boy had pleaded with his manager to see if he could spend the night in Incheon with his family. After all, he grew up in Incheon. He had only moved to Seoul when he had been randomly scouted at work one night. However, his manager, Ryu-ssi, reminded him how it wouldn’t be safe as they anticipated a gathering at the airport. The last thing they wanted was to have someone follow his car down and discover where his parents lived. He did have a point. The last thing he would want was for his family to be harmed by someone who apparently adored him and his band. So, feeling defeated, he followed Ryu-ssi’s instructions. There were security guards showing them through, making sure their fans didn’t touch them or hurt them. They went though in a single line as the crowds tried to push their way through.

Young-Jae kept his head down, trying to keep his face hidden by the hood of his jumper, his reading glasses on and the face mask covering his nose and mouth. He had to keep a low profile. Which was… amusing. I mean, when you consider that he had just got off an airplane which anticipated the arrival of the band. And how he was in designer clothing. Oh, and let’s not forget the height. Standing at one hundred and eighty-eight centimetres, the maknae of the group towered over everyone else. Including the fans and security guards. And yet, he was still petrified that these fans would cause him harm.

Anxiety riddled in his chest as he could hear the screams through his air pods which were blasting music. It wasn’t like he was scared of people who considered themselves to be his fan. Oh no. But… he did have his fair share of experiences with crazed fans. From the constant phone calls from unknown numbers and nudes being sent via messages, to the presents sent through of people just sending their hair. One time, he had some fan leave behind a fingernail which they claimed they broke off because they loved him so much. Talk about crazy.

Wait.

Where was everyone else?

The young boy gazed up to see that well… his security guard and the other members were no where to be found. Did he take a wrong turn? Was he so lost in his thoughts that he had lost them all? That anxiety that was building in his chest was at an all time high. People near him were beginning to attempt to touch him, begging for pictures and an autograph. Had these people really been fans, they would’ve known that Young-Jae was a private person. Which meant he hated having his personal space being invaded by strangers. And he hated this situation right now. His mind was going into overdrive; what the hell was he going to do? Well, he just did the first thing that he could think of. He gazed away from the fans and allowed his legs to do what they did best.

Run.

 

[Hoekage]

"I do what I want when I'm wanting to...

-T

wo weeks ago -


“I could lose my job if anyone found out.”


“You could lose your job for having this conversation with me, and yet… here we are, how do you know I’m not recording this? I could edit it and release the tapes and your life, your secure life would be ruined. Oh the horror what would your family say?”

The mock concern was thick with ingenuity, a single immaculately manicured fingernail produced the only sound between the two in a tense silence as it drug across the wood of the desk. Files and information that should not have been out were open, pictures of important celebrities, their agencies information, manager’s personal information, but none of those files mattered. None but the sole closed Manila folder with the plans for the security detail to escort the biggest group of recent times from their world tour.


“You’ve never turned me down, so why now? I can offer you more money, you want to take your kids to Hawaii? Italy? I can arrange for that, just do this little favor for me.”


“Little favor? You’re telling me to purposefully abandon Ja-“


“Not abandon, just lost in the crowd, you can come back to look for him once I’ve dived in. I’ll protect him from those crazy bitches, you can trust me with that much.”


“You’re the last person I would trust. This is beyond anything any of them have done. You’re crazy, do you understand that?”


“No, I’m rich, and I get what I want, and there’s nothing more I want than to get the chance to interact with him, without pretenses. I know we’re meant to be, he’s the only one that understands what I feel in my heart. So Hawaii or hell, which one will it be?”


Present Day


The commotion in the airport was enough to draw the attention of even the weariest of travelers. Walking across the sky bridge with full view to the horde of teenage girls crying and cheering for god knows what was a little more amusing than it should have been. No amount of time in South Korea could acquaint the expat to the frenzied dynamic between idol groups and their fans. If Twitter was any kind of look into the culture, seeing it in real-time was even more frightening. Armies would fall to the power of hormonal teenagers demanding to see their “oppas” and “unnies”.


Kasania paused a moment to lean against the metal rail, she was a few steps away from the descending escalator and had a clear view of the terminal where Korea’s most beloved boy band were due to make their homecoming. Unlike the cries and screamers she watched from afar, she was ten steps ahead of even the most clever super fan. Stalking celebrities and rushing them were things far below her stature and etiquette, true love was met with true sacrifice and unwavering determination. A couple of broken laws and some thousands of dollars were trivialities in the face of what the future held. The first to enter into the airport was a tall bulky man dressed in all black and carried a stoic expression. A wave of her fingers as their eyes met caused him to avert in a quick crack of exposed shame before he was back to the game plan.


Isolating her target was easier than she thought it would be, but perhaps that’s underestimating the effects of anxiety and craziness of girls. Regardless swooping in like a knight in shining armor, or rather a cute foreigner helping a person in need, was an effortless role to slip into. Heart beating in her chest the world seemed to slow as she took one step, and then another and another intersecting his path by a centimeter and her eyes looked up to shock playing in hers as their bodies collided, stumbling and slowing both of them.


“Ah, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Those deceitful innocent eyes cast behind him at the crowd of girls bustling towards the pair,” Holy- follow me!” Without much hesitation, Kasania quickly latched onto the sleeve of his jumper and pulled him off towards a busier part of the airport. Those blue eyes effortlessly scanned through the crowds, the people coming and going at this time were more focused on where they were going than the arrival and presence of celebrities. Plus it was easier to get lost in a crowd when there was actually a crowd to get lost in…


The pursuers were no sooner confused and broken up as Kasania and her new friend ducked into the denser crowd. With the shrieks and cries of excitement melted into the bustle of the airport, a relieved sigh exited Kasania and a small smile fixed itself on her face as she turned to the just rescued damsel in distress.


“I think you should be safe now.” A warm laugh left her lips as she looked around the airport a moment, “You must have done something crazy to get all those girls chasing after you.” A look of realization flashed over her face and she comically brought her hands to her cheeks clearing her throat, “Sorry, I-... um… I still have a habit of speaking in English, my professors are always scolding me for it.... um, anyways can I help you out with anything else?”

. . . . I'm a bad guy."

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "holy crap. im dying. im actually going to die. im going to piss my pants and then im going to die."

location: being saved like a damsel in distress at icheon airport

outfit: click me

inspiration:dis boi is a qtea pi

it for you: Hoekage

As fast as his legs could let him along with the available space around the airport, Jae continued to run for his dear life. He had to scoot past people, trying his hardest not to ran into them as he maneuverer his way through the airport. Oh man, he was going to have to send some fruit baskets or flowers to the airport companies now to apologise for the commotion that his fans were making. He could just see the headlines of how his crazed fans were going to bulldozer some unsuspecting tourists. It wasn’t a good image to have on him, especially after having such a successful tour in Japan. I mean, he thought he was going to die. How do you think the tourists around him probably felt? They would’ve just arrived in the country and would be planning a way on escaping already.

The boy was so deep in his thoughts, trying to calculate a way to get out of this situation, that he didn’t even realise that there was someone stepping into his path until he collided with them. Tripping over his feet as he tried to regain his balance, he quickly turned to the female – oh no, another tourist. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he panted breathlessly as he placed his hands in front of himself and giving her a deep bow. However, there was no more time to exchange apologies as his dark eyes gazed up to see the crowd narrowing on him once more. “Crap” he muttered under his breath, his eyes widening with fear once more. He never thought that this was how he was going to go in life. He would’ve thought that his smoking back in high school would come to bite him in the ass with cancer or something and that would be the leading cause of his death. Not a tidal wave of fan girls wanting to shove their used underwear down his throat.

Jae felt a tug on his sleeve which caused him to bring his attention back to the tourist who began to drag him through the airport. He didn’t have time to ask questions or to hesitate. Instead, he followed her movements and allowed himself to be brought through the crowd. I mean, the worst part about being tall was the unfortunate fact that he could be easily picked out amongst a crowd. But as they reached the busier part of the airport which was filled with more tourists leaving, Jae couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It seemed as if the multitude of fans were drowned in the sea of passengers eager to start their journeys. As they came to a pause, Young-Jae tore off his face mask to get in some of that fresh air rather than the warm one that his mask had been producing.

He was panting from his sprint to save his life, slouching with his hands upon his knees and gazing down at the floor as he took in deep breaths. It was then that he heard her comment; You must have done something crazy to get all those girls chasing after you. His dark eyes flickered towards her face, confused. Oh man… She didn’t know who he was, did she? She continued to apologise with that cute expression on her face as she planted her hands on her cheeks. And then revealed that she would get scolded by her professors for speaking English. Wait – did that mean she lived in Korea? That she wasn’t a tourist? His brows furrowed as he tried his hardest to regain his breath and connect the dots up. So, she was a local who went to university and… didn’t know who he was… Seriously? That stuff never happens any more thanks to their ever-growing popularity.

“Your Korean is really good” he commented breathlessly to her as he stood to his full one hundred and eighty-eight centimetres. He could still feel like his chest was going to break open at any moment and his lungs would escape him. The last thing he had wanted to do while getting off the plane was to run as fast as he did and for as long as he did. After all, they had just performed at sell out concert venues. He was still shattered from all the dancing and running around on stage that took place. “Thank you for helping me even after I ran into you,” he managed to get past his dry lips, pushing his hood damn and lowering his head for another respectful bow. “I’m sorry if I caused any issues for you.”

 

[Hoekage]

"I do what I want when I'm wanting to...

F

or a moment, the world around them just seemed to… disappear.

The pounding of her heart that was once deafening her ears, and the ache of her lungs pleading for more air melted away into the background as she just took him in. This was a chance not many people were afforded, to be face to face with another person whom you’ve both idolized and sacrificed so much for was a bit overwhelming. Young-Jae was everything she could have hoped for, even while tired and rightfully annoyed he was relatively calm and extremely polite- did he just bow?


Omg, that was actually so cute, how could someone be so perfect?


Snapped out of the haze of the current state of her inner fangirl “literally” dying Kasania offered a sheepish smile and a friendly dismissive wave of her hand, ” Oh no, really it wasn’t a big deal. I should have been paying more attention, I don’t know how I could have missed that big commotion though…” The friendly tone trailed off and a pink tinge danced along her cheeks, being oblivious was something embarrassing… right?


Perfect or not, he looks like he’s about to fall over...


” One second… don’t leave!” Kas asserted in a light tone before walking off into the crowd disappearing for a moment inside a nearby Starbucks. The break was a necessary reset for her, playing this part of an oblivious foreigner was hard when every fiber of her being was screaming at her for telling Jae how thankful she was for him and his music and how important it was to her. Only a couple minutes had passed while inside the cafe and when she returned she had her arms full with bottles of water and pastry bags of a light dose of carbs.


” Sorry that took a little longer than I expected, but here’s some water and a croissant since it’s basic… NOT that I think you’re basic or anything because really, you could be an astronaut for all I know or some celebrity especially with that kind of mob following you, that’d make sense since you’re so handso- uh, I mean Bon Appetit! Kasania looked away from him cringing internally at herself as she took a sip from the bottle, the vibration of her phone stole away her attention as she fished it out, sighing softly before replying to the message and noting the time.


There was a bit of hesitation in her demeanor as she turned to face Jae, “It’s pretty late now, if you need help getting anywhere my driver wouldn’t mind an extra stop. Otherwise I will have to be on my way soon.”

. . . . I'm a bad guy."

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "i'd like to inhale this crossaint. but i'd also like to not choke and die."

location: being saved like a damsel in distress at incheon airport

outfit: click me

it for you: Hoekage

Jae was gazing around himself slightly when all the sudden he was told to not leave. He raised his brow in confusion before looking to where the female had once stood. Wait – she was gone? The boy quickly looked around himself, all the sudden feeling the anxiety building up once again. What if someone found out who he was and started to chase him again? What if that mob was just around the corner and he had to flee? And when she returned back, she would see that he had gone and thought that he was a massive jerk. Being a jerk was the last thing he wanted to think of him. His dark eyes continued to flicker through the crowd until he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket.

Quickly, he took his phone, slid the phone screen open and answered it. “Young-Jae-ah,” the voice rang in his ears. “Where are you? Chan-ssi said you walked in the opposite direction”

Young-Jae frowned at his manger’s comment. He had walked in the opposite direction? What the hell. He allowed a frustrated sigh to slip past his lips, wanting to start raging about how Ryu-ssi needed to hire better security guards because his one decided to go on a little mini-vacation and left him stranded fans swarming after him. However, Ryu-ssi was ten years older than him, and he wanted to show the older male the highest respect. After all, he had to deal with his crap and fans every day. There had been multiple times where Young-Jae had accidentally leaked out their locations whilst recording VLives and Ryu-ssi was left to do damage control to ensure the crazy fans wouldn’t find their hotel rooms. He owed a lot to that man.

“Sorry, Ryu-ssi.” He mumbled into the phone.

“Are you okay?” the male’s voice was now full of concern. Well, of course it was full of concern. Without Young-Jae, there was no bank cheque for the week.

“I’m okay. Someone is helping me at the airport.” Jae responded, gazing around again. Now… if only he could find that said person.

“Okay… We can turn around and come and get you. But it might take up to twenty minutes. The traffic is horrible and we just got onto the freeway when Chan-ssi rang to let me know”

“It’s okay. I can get a taxi or talk to airport staff to see what we can do.”

“Okay. Ring if you need anything. Be careful out there too. Dispatch is stationed at different sections out the front.”

Young-Jae mumbled a thank you to the older male before the pair of them hung up from their conversation. As he was placing his phone back into his pocket, his dark eyes gazed over to see the female approaching him once more. This time, she had food and water in her arms. The male couldn’t help but look completely surprised and shocked at the same time. Had… had she gone and grabbed this for him? Even though… she had no idea who he was? What if the mob was after him because he was some sort of criminal and they wanted him back into jail? She seemed to think that he was some sort of good guy without even questioning it. However, Young-Jae was not one to reject food, one of the loves of his life.

As she handed him over the food and water, Jae responded with a polite bow and an equally respectful “Thank you so much”. He wanted to indulge in the croissant it there and then – especially with his manager not nearby. The older man was always telling him to watch out on his weight. However, there was a voice in the back of his head that told him that if he ate it now, then what would happen if a mob grew around them again? He’d probably choke and die before having the chance to run. So, he decided to stick with the bottle of water for now. Jae opened the lid before bringing it to his lips and sipping from it.

Placing the lid back onto the bottle, Jae curiously gazed back over to the female before him and listened to her words intensely. She was going to have to go. No! I mean, he was a strong independent man who didn’t need anyone to protect him. But at this current moment in time, she was his saviour. His lucky charm. Plus, why would some white girl be walking around with Young-Jae from the famous K-Pop band, SKYZ, with no security guards? It just didn’t make any sense, did it? And then it dawned on him – he needed a lift anyways.

“Actually,” he began, trying to figure out his words before speaking. He didn’t want to seem like some rich idol snob who knew that she couldn’t say no to him. He wanted to stay respectful and thankful for everything she had done for him so far. “I really appreciate your help.” He gave her another bow “But… Is it possible to catch a ride? My car has already left and… I don’t think Dispatch or fans will follow your car. I don’t think they’ll realise it’s me. But… if I get into a taxi, they might recognise it’s me.” He explained, running a hand through his fluffy locks before placing it back onto the water bottle, giving it a soft squeeze with both of his hands.

 

[Hoekage]

"I do what I want when I'm wanting to...

S

omewhere within this universe a mischievous god must have been sprinkling a little bit of their will, because no where in her mind had Kasania imagined things would be going this smoothly. Whatever good deed she did in the past few weeks must have been pretty major for the recipient.. Or this was buildup for a greater disaster later on.


There wasn’t time for worry filled thoughts, she needed her attention on navigating the situation perfectly, otherwise there was no getting past this level. A wave of energy rushed into her bloodstream and straightened her back, as she almost sprung back onto her feet from leaning against a wall. Crumpling the empty pastry bag in her hand she gave the handsome man a bright smile, and a bit of thumbs up filled with cheesy enthusiasm.


” Alright Mr. Celebrity, I will make sure you get home in one piece without any more incident, I swear it on my honor!” A dramatic salute finished her declaration as she stepped in front of him. With a smooth gentleness she pulled his hood back over his face and offered a cheeky wink before starting off in the direction of the pick-up/drop-off locations.


”Hola~ Si, estoy listo para ir… pero ah… tengo un amigo conmigo. Necesita un aventón a casa. Yeah… we can talk about it later. Okay, bye!” The phone call was ended abruptly and the light aluminum device slipped back into its pocket. “My driver doesn’t speak Korean so the drive might be awkward for you after I leave, so I apologize for that. I figured it’d be better for me to get dropped off first.. Especially since it seems like you are a celebrity after all…” She let out a low whistle under her breath and shook her head in amazement. The heavily tinted automatic sliding doors opened to reveal a crazy flurry of seriously confused drivers and separating parties sharing teary-eyed good-byes. There was a twinge of something in her chest as she watched with a hidden longing in her blue eyes the sweet affections between parents and children. Before the usual thoughts could surface she peeled her eyes away, though, not soon enough to keep the muscles in her jaw relaxed.


Just as her expression melted into neutrality the familiar sleek black Rolls Royce pulled in front of her and no sooner was Leo exiting the car and wrapping the girl into a quick hug.


“Mi Estrellita, bienvenido a casa.”


“Hello Leo thank you for coming.”


“Of course, mi amore. This is your amigo?” Leo placed heavy emphasis on the word and gave a knowing look to Kasania before taking in the tall boy, “Why not a amiga? Los chicos no good, Kas!”


Kasania groaned softly covering her face with her palm, the burning of her cheeks was too much for the public to see. Only Leo ever succeeded in embarrassing her, if he had a superpower, this would be his almighty power. Though she knew that he only grew stronger if she responded, so she pulled the doors of the car open and easily slid it like she had millions of times with Leo’s deep laughter was her true welcome home. A small wave was directed towards Jae as Leo packed away their bags into the trunk and found his spot behind the wheel.


“Vámonos!”

. . . . I'm a bad guy."

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "rolls royce? well, if i die now, at least im doing it in fashion."

location: in the fancy car. meep.

outfit: click me

inspiration: boi got visuals

it for you: Hoekage

Young-Jae went to bow his head to thank the female in appreciation. However, he paused mid bow as he saw her advancing on him, stepping forward to stand in front of him. Her hands began to wander towards his neck and he was frozen in fear. How sad was it that the first thing he could think about in this situation was all those crazed sasaeng fans. Sure, there were the odd occasions where those fans would just send nudes, or try and call him, or send him body hair in the mail. But, once in a blue moon, you’d have a violent one. He could remember leaving a fan meeting a couple of month’s ago and some fan decided that the best way to get his attention was to take a hand full of his hair and try to drag him out of the car he was trying to climb into. As he saw this female’s hands coming towards him, it was like he was having a flashback to that moment.

However, the hair-pulling didn’t come. Instead, she took hold of his hood and placed back over his head. Jae released a breath of air that he didn’t even realise he was holding onto. Oh damn… he almost had a heart attack. But he needed to remain polite. He gathered his energy and gave the female before him a soft, small smile before bowing his head to thank her. As she began to walk, Young-Jae was quick to place his face mask back over his face and follow her movements. Hands back in his pockets, he walked past the crowd and wondered if any of them noticed who he was. Then again, there were a lot of tourists here so probably not. Thank God for that.

His attention was dragged back to the girl, hearing her speak but… it wasn’t Korean. And it wasn’t English either. Holy smokes, how many languages could this girl speak? Jae raised a brow as he couldn’t help but overhear her conversation with whoever was on the phone. Once she finished and placed the phone back into her pocket, he gazed at her curiously as she spoke once again. She mentioned that her driver didn’t speak Korean and it may get a little bit awkward as she would get dropped off first. In all honesty, as rude as it probably seemed, Jae never spoke to his drivers anyway. It was either because he was passed out in the back seat or they were in a different country, so his manager spoke with them. “That’s ok,” he said, his voice muffled by the mask upon his face. “I’m used to it.”

The fresh air hit his face and he was thankful to leave the air-conditioned fake air that he experienced in the aeroplane and airport. As they exited, Jae gazed around – then reminded himself that he wasn’t looking for his car, but rather the female’s. Soon after that thought, it seemed as if the said car was here. A Rolls Royce pulled out in front of them, followed by a man exiting the car and making his way over to embrace the female he had just met. And then… they began to speak a different language. Jae didn’t want to peep in on their conversation, but he was intrigued. He tried to listen out to words that he may have known. Amigo. Okay, yes, he knew that one. Mexican? Or Spanish? Like… Dora?

As the mysterious male looked over at Jae’s direction, his dark eyes widened slightly before he bowed towards the male. This must’ve been the driver that the female had been talking about. The girl then groaned and opened up the car door, sliding into the vehicle. Jae watched her before looking at Leo, and then looking back at the girl. He wasn’t crazy for doing this, was he? I mean… She had a Rolls Royce. No crazy fans had such expensive cars, right? She waved and said another word which he knew he had heard from Dora the Explorer before. Okay, he was going to go for it.

Jae nodded, slipping off his backpack from his back before climbing into the car. Once inside, he placed his bag at his feet and closed the door after him. With his seatbelts on, he pulled off the mask from his face and the hood covering his head, and gave a long, soft sigh of relief. Okay… they managed to get away from the paparazzi and the crowds. And thankfully, the heavily tinted windows would help with their escape. Slowly, Jae’s eyes travelled from the windows to the girl next to him. Wait a second… He didn’t even have her name yet. She had saved his life and he didn’t even think to ask her what her name was? What type of idiot was he?

“Oh, I uh… I never introduced myself, sorry.” He apologised before bowing his head once again to show his sincere apology and respect. “My name is Jeong Young-Jae. But… my stage name is Jae. Feel free to call me Young-Jae or Jae, it really doesn’t bother me”

Or call me Oppa, he secretly thought to himself, however feeling incredibly sick with himself for even thinking that.

 

[Hoekage]

"I do what I want when I'm wanting to...

“Y

oung-Jae, hmm… that’s cute.” The words came out in almost an afterthought the world blurring by just outside had captured her gaze.

How many times had she sat in this same spot, looking out of this very window trying her best to ignore the loneliness that always reached out to her from the corners covered in darkness?

How many times had she rode in the lap of luxury, in billion won cars, extravagant first class and opulent private jets? How many times had she been a position to reap the advantages of an easy life and yet always found herself running from the suffocating grasp of loneliness?

Far too many to count, and much too painful to attempt. Though that lingering anxiety that made her heart race and fingers tremble whenever she entered into a home place of those dark feelings was absent from this moment. Instead, perhaps for once in her life, she felt a warmth that tingled the tips of her fingers and caressed the apples of her cheeks. For once the back of the Rolls Royce did not feel like a prison bus but radiated with warmth and kindness of the guest she had been waiting for her whole life.

A content gleam warmed her blue eyes as she dragged them from the scenery to the idol beside her, adjusting in her seat to face him more easily, she leaned forward an interested look on her face as her palms pressed into the denim of her jeans.

“So... Jeon Young-Jae-sshi..” She started with a polite tone with a bit of playfulness emphasizing the respectful suffix she tacked onto the end of his name, “What kind of idol are you? A playboy-” her teeth briefly bit into her bottom lip, a second of seduction before melting away into a straight face, “Or maybe the cool type? Hmm… or the cute type?” Her tone lilted into a borderline baby voice her index fingers poking gently dimples into her cheeks before her hands dropped back to their original position and she waited with patient eagerness for his answer, the corners of her eyes wrinkled slightly with amusement.

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "lets hope she aint gonna kidnap me and torture me lol"

location: in the fancy car. meep.

outfit: click me

it for you: Hoekage

Hearing the female call him not only his full name – but also mister – Jae could feel his face burn slightly. Especially from her polite yet playful tone as she spoke. And well, his face only continued to burn up as her face went through a range of emotions. First, she bit onto lip in a seductive manner before melting into a straight face and finally, to top it all off, looking absolutely adorable as she poked her dimples and cooed in a baby voice. Finally, she finished it all off as her eyes smiled at him. He almost didn’t know how to respond to it all.

Anyone who knew who Young-Jae knew that he was a sucker for the cutesy aegyo girls. I mean, not all the time. He wouldn’t be able to stand a girl who spoke in nothing but aegyo style her whole life. But rather a girl who would have random attacks of aegyo to try and get her way or to act cute. And the only way people would know this was a while back he was on a program where the host caught up on the fact that he would always get flustered when one of the girls from the other k-pop groups would do any aegyo. Of course, it brought up a whole heap of crap with the fan wars and stuff as people began to ship him with the said girls that he was getting flustered from. But he couldn’t help himself – they were just so adorable!

“I’m uh… I’m in a K-pop band…” he replied bashfully. He had been on so many variety shows where he had to introduce himself to everyone. But this was the first time ever that he was doing it solo, and to someone who had never heard of him before. “Have you heard… of uh... A band named SKYZ? Well uh… I’m a rapper from the band. Well, I’m sorta a rapper… vocalist… writer… producer… maknae… for the band” He could feel his face burning as he began to list off all the roles in which he played in the band. It wasn’t a flex of sorts but rather… just his job titles, I suppose? Because he was all those things… So, why was he getting bashful over the fact he did all those things? I suppose he didn’t want her completely idolising him and turning into some crazy stalker ass fan. He already had too many of those.

Jae lightly licked his dry lips, gazing towards the driver for a second. Wait, she wasn’t a stalker… right? I mean, he had introduced himself but… she didn’t introduce herself back. And the driver didn’t speak Korean but rather that Dora the Explorer language. What if he had made a bad judge of character and they were here to kidnap him and take him away? The anxiety began to build up in his chest for a moment before his brain shut it down, reminding him to play it cool. Just because someone was helping him out in this manner didn’t mean that they were some crazy stalker fan, right?

He dragged his attention back to the female next to him before offering her a small smile. “I uh… Never got your name?” he mentioned to her, not wanting to sound like he was trying to force a name out of her to bring some sort of peace to his anxiety-riddled chest. At least a name would make her seem more human. “I mean… I’d be nice to be able to properly thank the person who rescued me tonight by using their proper name instead of honorific terms and phrases.”

 

[Hoekage]

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Well… some of the other “fans” deemed her a sasaeng, but that was all up to interpretation... wasn’t it? There wasn’t a fiber of her being that would dare inflict in any harm, nor put him in (uncontrolled) harm’s way. Other “fans,''the really crazy ones, overstepped the boundaries in more serious ways all the time, they went far as to grab, pull and shove their idols. Breaking and entering into hotel rooms, homes, and private events, some sending morbid letters in their own blood, starting gross twitter trends, the list goes on.

Kasania was smarter than that, she had money to leverage her interactions with the stars of Korea. Sure she might have sent some risque pictures to the cellphone number she “stumbled upon” but… why work hard to build a strong body if you can’t show it off?

Regardless of that, the fan cafes had enough of her when she was “caught” hanging out in a “VIP” after party event for last year’s award shows. Apparently getting spotted leaving an idol’s house was in the same category as the law breakers and psychos to the “good fans” but who needed the community anyways? All she wanted was Young Jae, and mission one had been a complete success.

“Wow, is there anything you can’t do?” The tease was light and paired with a playful wink as she sat back nodding her head in admiration, a bit of jealousy played on her pursed lips, “I guess it’s true that kpop idols are superhuman… tch, I’m kind of jealous..” Kas looked away as the familiar apartment building filled her view outside the window and drew an almost disappointed sigh from her. The playfulness in her features washed away and she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning forward a bit again and letting her blue eyes connect with Jae’s.

“A little mystery is good for an interesting life, yeah? Leo will make sure you get home safe,but I think my duties as knight are finished for now. Thanks for a fun ride, bye Young-Jae-sshi.” Kasnia gave a small wave before smoothly sliding out of the back seat brushing off her black jeans once she stood upright. A lazy salute was given to Jae and then the car was slowly pulling away, off to return the handsome prince to his castle and the beautiful knight retired to her opulent show of loneliness.

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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱
𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖉 𝔤𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶
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[weldherwings]

mood: "come back pretty gorl"

location: in the fancy car. meep.

outfit: click me

alexa, play this: but i still want you

it for you: Hoekage

The boy could feel his face burn slightly and a bashful smile form on his face as the girl beside him teased with a playful wink. Calling him a superhuman. Oh, he didn’t think there was anything super about him. It made him curious to why so many people wanted to be by his side and to watch his every movements because… well, he saw nothing interesting about himself. And yet the company he was apart of was not only able to make millions from their records, but also rack up amazing views on YouTube and VLive streams. Were able to get multiple sponsors from different brands and were constantly bombarded to appear on variety shows like Running Man and Knowing Bros. Apparently, there were people interested in him. And he had no idea why. They must’ve been mental.

Feeling the car starting to come to a gradual break, Young-Jae gazed outside the car window to see that they had already arrived at her apartment. His eyes travelled up the complex, seeing the twinkling lights of Gangnam sparkle in the windows of the many apartment homes within the area. And then he realised something – they were only a couple of streets away from the dorm and the company’s headquarters where he spent all his time. What were the chances of that happening? Hearing the sound of the seatbelt becoming unbuckled, Young-Jae gazed over and catch sight of the girl preparing to leave the car. Not before giving him a heart attack and learning forward.

As her blue eyes connected with his dark ones, he felt his face burn. Her eyes were so pretty. In fact,… her whole face was pretty. And for a brief moment, he forgot how to breathe. He forgot how to even function. It was like someone punched him in the gut and scooped out his brains, all the while his heart inside his chest began to beat violently. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way. Was this okay? Was he having a stroke or something? She spoke about mysteries and about Leo… and to be completely honest, he was listening, but he wasn’t processing it all. All he could do was stare at her pretty face and wonder what good deed he must’ve done in his past life to get so lucky to have a girl like her save him tonight.

But then she was climbing out of the car and leaving. Wait. What? Oh yeah… She wasn’t planning on giving him her name. Which… maybe she did it for personal security reasons? Wait, what if she was a famous celebrity and he had just insulted her by not assuming it? What if she didn’t want to tell him because what if he used it for his own popularity and fame? Well, fantastic. Just fantastic. He wanted to jump out and run to her, express his apologies to her and tell her that he hoped he didn’t offend her. However, he felt like his legs were jelly. Leo said something to him in some god-awful language that he couldn’t understand before starting to pull back into traffic.

And all Young-Jae could do was stare at the mystery girl as she made her swift movements to the place which she called her home. Who was she? He had to find out.

 

[Hoekage]

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Telling time while you were asleep was definitely impossible… or at least it should be. Though there were times that the length of your sleep felt perhaps too good, like you were sleeping past important meeting times, classes or what have you? Well, that was certainly the case for Kasania, the incessant sound of buzzing was enough to finally wake her up after the seventh or eighth time.

”ugh… Hello?”

”You slept through class again? I hoped you wouldn’t forget about your meeting with the CEO of MC too. Your dad is here and he looks furious, the CEO hasn’t arrived yet so you have some time.”

“Shit! I slept through my alarms, do me a favor and tell Leo to be out front in twenty, and stall the CEO however you have to!”

Kasania didn’t wait for a reply from her trusted advisor and abruptly ended the call. There wasn’t time for formalities, in a crazed fashion she ran about her room grabbing various articles of clothing before running into the bathroom. A quick shower was followed by a record setting time of dressing and styling herself in a pleasant manner. A dab of lip balm to her lips and tucking her freshly flat ironed hair behind her ear was all she needed before grabbing one of her many designer over-the-shoulder bags and phone before exiting the apartment.

The elevator gave Kasania a couple moments to relax, getting worked up wouldn’t benefit her in the time before the important meeting. Korean business men were harder people to negotiate with than any American she had come across, even though Americans were plagued with abundant avarice. The ding of the elevator signaled her departure and she stepped into the foyer ready to set off on this mission, though only to be stopped by the sight of the prince she had rescued last night.

Back already?

Kasania couldn’t help the smile that spread into her face and temporarily the reason for her busy morning had been forgotten.

“Young-Jae-sshi? You didn’t stay here all night did you?” The worry in her voice was sincere and despite wanting to reach out to touch him she paused a few steps away giving him the space he probably rarely had around fans, “Did Leo not take you home? I’m so sorry, I should have went with you, but I didn’t want to make you feel even more uncomfort-“ Kasania cut herself off laughing sheepishly at her ramblings “Have you eaten? If you aren’t busy I can treat you to some brunch.”

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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶
𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯
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[weldherwings]

mood: "im not being a stalkerish creep at all"

location: lobby

outfit: click me (love that homeless look)

alexa, play this: she's been running through my dreams

it for you: Hoekage

Upon arriving back at the dorm, he was greeted by the rest of the band members who lunged over for cuddles and lifted him off his feet in celebrations. Was it strange that they were celebrating that he did die? Perhaps. But that was the last thing on his mind right now. While the other band members decided to stay up and have some drinks, Young-Jae announced to them that he was tired and was going to retreat for the night. So, after a long warm shower, the boy climbed into his bed and attempted to sleep. Now, we say attempt because there was one thing on his mind. Her. She was running through his head and he was struggling to sleep because of it. All he could think about was how she leant over with those big doe blue eyes of hers and how she smiled so brightly and widely. How his heart begun to beat so violently in his chest. How he forgot how to breathe.

So, to say that he slept was the greatest understatement of the year.

As he awoke, he found that the rest of the group were still asleep. Their manager however was in the living room, on his laptop as he was preparing for the next line up of tour dates that were happening soon. The pair of them exchanged good mornings with Young-Jae making his way straight over to the coffee machine to brew himself something to drink and to wake him up. It was at this point that their manager, Ryu-ssi, began to discuss about what had happened last night. That the bodyguard that had been tasked to look after Young-Jae during their airport visit had his contract terminated as it seemed he was getting paid off by a crazed fan. But Young-Jae was barely listening. All he could think about was… her again. How she rescued him. How she gave him a lift so he was safe. How he felt like he was having a stroke when he spoke to her.

“Ryu-ssi.” Young-Jae started, abandoning his idea for coffee and making his way towards the older male. “I need you to do me a favour”

“You need me to do you a favour and you’re calling me Ryu-ssi?” his manager teased.

Young-Jae rolled his eyes so far back he could’ve sworn he saw his spine. “Fine….” He exhaled before looking at the older male with stars in his eyes. “Hyung… I need your help”

“That’s better. What can I do for you?”

“The girl who helped me last night… I want to thank her. I was wond-”

“I’m going to cut you off right there. You remember the no dating policy. You guys have another year left until you’re exempt from the rule. It’s not me – it’s in your contract.”

“Oh! I know! I just… I was wondering if I could maybe get some all access passes to our next show in Seoul? You know… so I can say thank you to her?” The boy scrunched his face, hoping that his manager would agree that it was a good idea. And the Gods were smiling on him today because Ryu-ssi did agree that it was a great idea. Excitement ran through Young-Jae’s body as Ryu-ssi began to make some phone calls to organise the tickets. Once he was off the phone, he announced to the boy that he could head next door to the company’s headquarters and grab them from reception. “Hyung, you’re the best!” he cooed, making his way over and planting a kiss on his forehead before running back into his room like a two-year-old hyped up on sugar.

Okay. What to wear now?

He didn’t want to be stalked like at the freaking airport. Well, I suppose when in doubt, just dress like a homeless person. So, he prompted for a baggy black jumper, baggy black pants and a black face mask to conceal his identity whilst putting up his hood. Within a matter of minutes – without even putting on any make up or product in his hair – Young-Jae was racing downstairs and venturing to the company headquarters. It took in total the space of fifteen minutes from leaving his dorm apartment to arriving at the female’s apartment with the all access pass in his jumper pocket. As he rocked up to the receptionist, he asked them if there was a female living at the establishment who spoke Spanish. Well, they told him that they weren’t allowed to give out any information about the residents of the apartments as it gave away their identities (to which added onto Young-Jae’s theory that this chick was some celebrity and he probably offended her).

As he pulled his face mask down to show the receptionist who he was, she gasped before stuttering over her words and saying the exact same thing. Basically, he’d have to wait. Well, freaking great. Young-Jae released a slight sigh of frustration – but it didn’t last long. Because he heard his name. Young-Jae-sshi. The boy could feel his face turn as he turned around and saw her walk towards him in… that adorable pink outfit she was wearing. Oh man, he could feel it again. Was he having another stroke? It took all the strength in him to actually respond to her. “Good morning,” he said, automatically giving her a respectful bow before rising with a smile on his face. “Don’t worry… he did… I uh… I live very close from here. I actually walked.”

And then she asked him out for some brunch.

Wait, like a date?

Holy shit, Young-Jae. She’s asking you out on a date.

Wait, no. It probably wasn’t a date.

But what if it was.

“I – uhh…. I…” oh man, he was human glitching again. “I haven’t had anything to eat this morning actually…” Oh boy, he could feel his face on complete fire. “I uh… I think I might be underdressed compared to your beautiful outfit”

Oh shit.

He just said she had a beautiful outfit.

He wanted to shoot himself in the face.

 

[Hoekage]

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The joke only lasted a few moments after the question before she let her pout fall apart after a playful wink and she stepped away from him, “I’m just teasing, but you did remind me of what I was doing before I ran into you. I promise I’ll feed you eventually, but we have to make a quick little stop somewhere… okaaay~?” The end of her sentence was extended in a sing-song tone as she gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the exit “Aaand, I promise to keep you safe again today and see you home in the same manner you arrived!”

Kasania didn’t wait for an answer as she gave Leo a bright “buenos dias” before climbing into the back of the car, all the while excitedly pulling Young-Jae behind her. With the doors closed and the car swiftly in motion Kas turned her attention to her repeat guest, ” I probably should have asked earlier, but what were you doing in my building?”

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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶
𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯
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code by @pasta​

 

[weldherwings]

mood: "creep level x1000, right?"

location: in the car broom broom

outfit: click me (love that homeless look)

it for you: Hoekage

As the female before him twirled around, slowly advancing towards him with a cute pose at the end, Young-Jae was left in… well, was it shock? In awe? All he knew was that he hadn’t felt this way since he was in high school and he had met Eun-Ji. He had been an absolute ball of a mess when he first met her, stumbling over his words and feeling like he was going to vomit. Eventually, he managed to get some balls and tell her how he felt – well, it took him almost a year, but he did it, didn’t he? But no… He couldn’t be like this. He couldn’t feel the same way towards this girl before him because that would mean… that he thought she was attractive and was developing a crush on her? Okay, no, that couldn’t happen. Especially with the ‘no dating’ policy. She was just… a new friend. Who was very nice to him. And he thought she was pretty

Seeing that pout and hearing her ask if her outfit was the only beautiful thing here, Young-Jae wanted to kick himself in the face. Why the hell did he say that? And now she was probably offended. His mouth hung slightly as he blinked hard for a couple of moments. It was so hard to process things while she stood for close to him like that. However, thankfully, she revealed to him that she was joking. A small sigh of relief fell from his lips. Oh damn, he was happy that he didn’t offend her – okay, wait, where were they going? Before his train of thought about catch up, the girl had her hand around his wrist and was pulling him towards the exit. Okay, he was confused as hell. But she said that she would keep her safe – and she did last night so… he could trust her, right? He nodded to her, quickly pulling his mask back up and making sure his hoody was up. The last thing he needed was a fan or paparazzi to see him getting into a car with a female who was dragging him by the wrist.

Once they were in the car, doors closed and ready to go, Young-Jae allowed another sigh to slip past his lips. He noted the tinting of the windows in the car and deemed it safe enough to take off his mask and pull down his hood. As he was doing so, he heard her voice again. Damn, he really needed to get her name. “Oh… Yeah…” he paused, finally remembering why he had come in the first place. He pulled out an small envelope from his jacket pocket before holding it with both of his hands and handing it over to her in a respectful, traditional manner. “I uh… I wanted to thank you for last night. So… I know you probably haven’t heard of my band – we’re… sort of… K-Pop… Hip-Hop…. Edgy a bit… Uh… But we have a show on in two days time. It’s at the Gocheok Sky Dome and uh… I wanted to give you some special passes to show you my appreciation.” He explained, bowing his head to thank her once again. “There’s two all access V.I.P. badges in the envelope so… you uh… You and your partner can come”

That was bold of him to assume that she had a boyfriend (or girlfriend). But at the same time, a part of him was hoping that his little gesture would help him discover her relationship status without seeming like some big weirdo.

 

[Hoekage]

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Examining them laminated paper in hand she nodded along as he tried his best to explain his group to her. Had she not been a secret super fan she still would have gone, and arguably would have really liked the music. There were a couple people that came to mind to gift the second ticket, but could they be trusted? Any of her celebrity and even fellow kpop “friends” were out of the picture, that’d be too hard to explain right now, and a lot of her school mates really only spoke with her during group projects or when they needed help with english or spanish. Shit… she really had no friends. Could she tell him that without coming across as a weirdo?

The invitation her offered met her ears and she almost laughed in response. partner? He really thought she had a partner? Perhaps the assumptions weren’t unfounded, she was pretty, not by any conventional korean means, obviously she wasn’t asian, but she had her charms. Kasania let the smile lit up her face again and she shook her head calmly, “It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but I don’t have anyone else to give the second to. I guess I just realized I may have been too studious since I moved here.” A tint of pink was a light stain on her cheeks as her eyes lowered to her hands sitting on her lap, “I’d be honored to go, a concert sounds like a good break from all the work I’ve got right now! Thank you Young-Jae-sshi!” Kasania filed away the tickets in her YSL bag and pulled out a keycard as the car came to a soft stop.

“Looks like we’re here, just follow me you’ll be okay inside.” The instructions were brief as she exited the car giving Leo a separate set to be back in half an hour or so, before heading off to the black reflective glass building. The building was several stories high, with long reflective glass window tinted an obsidian color and accented with deep blue exposed metal, an aesthetic look of mystery and future all in one piece. The heavy front doors swung open to reveal a pristine lobby of busy men and women coming and going, the energy of this floor was filled with diligence and perhaps a bit of stress. Though none of it affected Kasania, at least no more than straightening her back up a bit more and adding more power in her already commanding gait. “Good morning miss, it’s great to see you again!” There was a chorus of voices as the front desk employees stood and bowed to her, she replied in hand with a small bow and a respectful wave. A bustling man, about an inch shorter than she, approached, he was a ball of nerves before his voice even exited his mouth.

“Aish, Nia, the MC group executives are here already, you need to hurry up to the floor before they lose their heads. Who the hell is that?” The dark brown eyes landed on the trailing male squinting a bit at his familiarity before a smirk landed on his face, “Another one? The question was full of sarcastic delight before a keycard was shoved into his chest by a pretty manicured hand.

”Why don’t you show my guest to my office and offer him something to drink and snack on.” The tone of her voice was neutral but her eyes were lit with flames, daring him to step out of line again, “Watch yourself.”

Kasania turned to Young-Jae for a moment, “Sorry again, I’ll make sure the meeting doesn’t drag on and then I’ll treat you to whatever you like, okay?” she offered a small wave before hurrying off towards an opening elevator calling out to him with in a teasing tone as the doors closed shut, ”Don’t miss me too much!”

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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶
𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖉 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯
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code by @pasta​

 

[weldherwings]

mood: plz don't tell my umma im running around with strangers.

location: is this where the avengers meet?

outfit: click me (love that homeless look)

it for you: Hoekage

As the female before him revealed that she didn’t have anyone else to give the second pass to, Young-Jae simply replied with a short and surprised. “Oh”. I mean, she wasn’t denying the fact she had a partner. Okay, why was that the only thing he could think of at this current moment in time? He wasn’t allowed to date. Company rules. Well, he wasn’t allowed to date until their contract said so. But still. No dating. And here he was, mentally whining to himself that this girl was pretty and probably unavailable, forgetting that he, himself, was technically unavailable also. So, he planned on apologising to her – to say sorry for assuming she had a partner and how he probably made her feel uncomfortable. However, she was then thanking him for the tickets and… saying she’d come? A shy, bashful smile fell on Young-Jae’s face as he felt his skin starting to burn slightly. Okay, he could feel his heart going crazy again. But he had to remember: no dating.

Once the car came to a stop, Young-Jae went back onto auto-pilot mode. Hoody back up and face mask back on his face again. He didn’t even realise he was doing all of it until he was adjusting his mask upon his face. Ah… the life of an idol. Great, right? He nodded at her instructions before climbing out of the car and trailing close to the female. And within a second, he felt like he was a homeless charity case walking by the person who was graciously handing over a small fortune and a bone to chew on. The building was probably around the same size as the company’s building but there was one difference – they were going through the front. They never did that at his company’s building. There were a heap of hidden back doors which all the idols used to get in to avoid paparazzi.

So, this whole environment was completely different to Young-jae. He couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water and he could hear the passing whispers of people questioning who he was. The stares were enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and hide away. So, he stayed close to… shit, he still didn’t know her name yet. As a shorter male approached them, Young-Jae could sense the emotions and nerves in his tone of voice which had him thinking… just what did this girl do for a living? She lived in an expensive complex, had someone drive her around in an expensive car, wore amazing expensive clothing and finally, seemed to be the boss who was calm in the midst of the eye of the storm.

Nia.

He had heard the shorter man call her Nia… was… Was that her name? He was away with his thoughts, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out just what the heck was going on. That was until he saw the male looking at him… smirking? And then… speaking in… was it English? Oh man, was he going to get kidnapped? No, surely not. This girl… Nia… she had been cool at the airport. If she wanted to kidnap him, she would’ve done it already, right? Before he could confirm that thought in his head, the girl turned around and apologised, stating that she’d give him a treat later on before she went on her way. Okay… right…. Young-Jae bowed towards her before returning the small waves with one of his own, in a dazed and confused matter.

“If you’ll follow me” the smaller male grumbled next to him. Wait – what? Young-Jae gazed at the man, before looking towards the elevator where Nia had been, only to see that it had closed already. Okay… It was okay… There are lots of cameras here… He wasn’t going to get kidnapped. So, slowly, he turned to his heels and began to follow the male in the direction that he assumed was the girl’s office.