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OH OKAY ! ! !

HOPEFULLY

I SHORTENED IT A BIT

SCREAMS

@nakamoto yuta. By the time they get home Mina feels all exhaustion finally taking its toll on her body. Her arms feel strapped down to her sides and her legs feel like blocks of lead, dragging her almost lifeless body across the wooden flooring to her shared bedroom. There are no second thoughts as she collapses on her bed, her hair splaying out all over the duvet as she begins to breathe in and out, trying to regain her composure. She was aware being an idol would be tiring, but some days it was worse.


After what seemed like hours of cajoling herself - and with the help of her members - Mina’s gotten dressed in her pajamas, a pair of shorts and a loose shirt she knows will keep her cool during the summer night heat. Her make up is washed away and as of now she sits on her bed, tinkering around with her phone. A few deleted apps here and there and a few deleted pictures leaves more room for a faster phone, and once she’s done playing around with the device she lets it fall to her side, bouncing off the mattress dully. From outside she can hear her members looking over the stage today, screaming over the boy groups and even a few of the girl groups, trying to copy their dances and all. It’s cute and exciting, she thinks. She never regrets joining Twice, no matter how difficult the training had been or the stress of being on Sixteen.


Knocked out of her reverie, Mina feels her phone ring under her arm and digits curl around her phone, pulling it up to her face so she could see the screen. An unknown number?



‘I’m free tonight, even though it’s a bit late.. Or I’m free tomorrow, but I can’t guarantee we’ll be alone.”

She adds in a few sad face emojis for good measure, before pressing send. Yuta would probably know that they’d be followed. Especially since they were both from bigger companies, it was almost guaranteed that paparazzi would be all over them. Dispatch, probably. Gosh, management would be all over her. And Yuta. It really did that they couldn’t get some privacy, even when they just wanted to make some friends or casually talk to some opposite genders.

‘Maybe we can go out and get some ice cream or.. go to the water fountain near the park? I heard the lamp scenery is really nice?”

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@nakamoto yuta. what the duck you rp

@myoui mina. It has been a month since the filming of the Firetruck music video, that one tragic music video. NCT 127's coordinator decided that it would be the best decision for Yuta's healthy hair to be deep fried by the iron for a solid hour or so. He knew that he shouldn't be complaining, considering how it is going to be his debut, but did he have to look so unappealing? It wasn't even the fact that he looked unappealing, it was more like his leader, Taeyong wouldn't stop teasing him about it.

The NCT members began filing into the car, getting ready to head to the Music Bank performance. The name chants and screams from the fans could be heard even as the van's door was being slammed shut. Yuta, who is sitting at the back with Taeil, takes out his phone to browse the web responses to NCT 127. Taeil nudges Yuta to sing along to his 'favourite song,' and the beginning of Twice's Cheer Up was heard blasting through the car. Some of s were really big fans of Twice, they would even talk about which member were theirs to keep. Needless to say, their dorm is basically the military men people see on TV in a nutshell. From what Yuta recalls, there are three Japanese members in Twice and he thought that that could be a perfect opportunity to meet new people. Who was he kidding though? The Twice members were probably all younger than him and he looked pretty wild, maybe even scary.
"Standby." All the idols who performed were told to stand by the stage before they announce the winners. Taeil excitedly nudges Yuta's shoulder for the hundredth time before directing his gaze to the nine member girl group that was causing Taeil's excitement. He only shook his head with a smile playing on his lips as the idols were being lead up to the stage.

Even after the ending of the music show, the NCT members hung around the exit of the stage. They didn't have any schedules that day, so they stayed to greet their seniors and whatever comes their way. From the corner of his eyes, Yuta saw a familiar girl walk over to their direction. He turned his head slightly towards her and gave a polite smile until he realized that girl was there to talk to him. As the girl spoke, Yuta almost bursted out laughing at the way she explained their dance move. "Thank you, your performances are always very peppy and cute." Before he could answer her unexpected question, he saw her frantically write down something on a piece of paper which was soon found in his very own palm. Yuta could only see the girl's back as she ran towards her manager and out the door.

Screams of dilemma were heard all around the dorm, but oh wait the members were all out to get food and Taeil sings way too loud in the shower to hear the atrocious noise anyways. Lying flat on his belly, Yuta stares at his phone and the slip of paper that was given to him earlier that day as if he was glowering. If he gets caught by Dispatch, his life will end. SM will kill him and is that worth the risk? But he's also a rookie and why would dispatch follow a rookie around? "But she's TWICE." He slammed his head on the bed sheets before typing the number into his phone and sending it a text.

'Um, hey. It's Yuta. I don't mind hanging out some time, I guess whenever you're free?
What do you want to do?'

This could either turn out for the worst or for the best, but he's willing to take the risk.

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did i kill u im sorry

ok i'm ready for this nab

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I AM EMO

@nakamoto yuta. If there was one thing that was known throughout the entertainment industry, it’s that SM Entertainment demanded attention. Sometimes in good ways, sometimes in bad. Mina couldn’t decipher if the members of NCT 127 wanted to look like their feet were being struck by lightning, or if they just came up with this dance because they truly did think it would wow the audience, but Mina found herself enjoying their newest song to some extent. Perhaps it would grow on her later, when she would have to listen to it over and over at different music shows. Maybe she should try and learn the dance—

“His hair looks like the broom we have at home. You know, the one Chaeyoung always uses to serenade us at 1 in the morning?”

Mina’s eyes are glued to the screen and she’s almost tempted to rub at her eyes to see if her vision was fooling her. Wow. He really did look like a broom.

* *

“Thank you for joining us here and we’ll see you again next week!” The stage is riddled with confetti, and Mina can barely see in front of her, let alone her own hand. The finales of music shows were always chaotic, with all the idols announcing their departure from the scene and congratulating the winning group. Mina’s lost, almost dazed, daydreaming, when she feels herself being knocked over. It’s one of the NCT 127 members. Taeyong, she believes. With a smile of reassurance she waves her hand, signaling that she was fine and they were fine. Beside him she can see Yuta, or rather, broom hair boy. Maybe she should stop calling him that.

* *

They’re all filing out of the concert hall, waiting for their respective cars. Mina glances over to the mass of testosterone, and Sana gives her a sly look. “Stop that, I’m not checking them out or anything.” She utters under her breath, the tips of her ears turning red because she knows she’s been caught. What, she was a girl too! ‘Whatever, if he doesn’t want to be friends then it’s his loss!’ So Mina musters up what minuscule courage she can, and puts one foot in front of the other, slowly but surely making her way to Yuta. “Um, hi. You guys did really well today.” God, she was so awkward. “Even the whole, fidgety jumpy thing looked pretty cool. Though, it kind of looked like your feet were on fire…”

“Mina we have to go!”

“A-anyway, I just wanted to know if you want to hang out some time? Just, you know. To have fun?” Her members are urging her to hurry, to get in the car because it’s cold and they want to go home and rest. And it’s not like she doesn’t want to either; it’s been a hectic week. Somehow, Mina manages to scour her pockets and she finds a paper bracelet used to check her attendance at another concert hall. That would do, right? Swiping a pen from her manager, Mina jots down her number and pushes it into Yuta’s hand, only to scurry off with her entire face lit up like a stop light. Was he going to think she was trying to get with him, or something? Mina hoped not. Maybe in the future they’d look back at this incident and laugh? She could only hope.

[] ba bAM
okay i kind of rambled if you want me to rewrite it lmk hun

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