Ship/Member: Im Nayoung/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: i’m crazy but i’m free, idolverse Permission to remix: Yes WC: 835 A/N: look... i know this is a seventeen fest however,
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Jeonghan dated Seungcheol for three months and immediately following that Nayoung went and dated him for four. “I think it was out of spite,” she concluded after explaining to Jiyeon that it wasn’t ever much of a passionate affair. “He was really nice to me, though. Which I think makes him a much better person than I am.”
“It’s hard to be a good girl all the time,” Jiyeon said, smiling over her coffee. She spoke with a sort of resignation that six or seven additional years of industry experience necessitated. “You have to take the little victories, right?”
Nayoung nodded. “I’m glad I have you to talk to, unnie,” she said, sipping her iced tea and looking out the window. It was a dreary summer day and their drama series was doing absolutely terrible in the ratings.
-
Nayoung thought it would be much easier to simply cut off all her old attachments and start over, but unfortunately there was still a bit of sentiment in her. The only answer to this was compartmentalization.
“Things I need here, things that go in the garbage in that box,” she said, directing Yerin to half-formed piles of papers and photos on the floor of her room.
“This is an organized mess,” Yerin observed. “I bet no one could tell you’re supposed to be moving out in two days.”
“Thank you,” Nayoung answered, and continued unloading old junk out of her closet.
Heehyun wouldn’t be there until the afternoon, which was probably better because she had a much deeper understanding of Nayoung’s lingering feelings. With Yerin it was easier to reply to “Do you want to keep this?” with a no after a half-second glance and leave it at that, where Heehyun, who had lived through that era of her life with her, would say, “Are you really sure you want to let go of this?” and it’d be something like an autographed album from some no-name rookie group she’d exchanged with during her third debut promotion cycle, and of course she didn’t want to keep it but now that she’s had to think about it for so long maybe she does have second thoughts.
And that still counted as one of the easy choices.
“This is trash?” Yerin asked. She held a jeweled flower hair clip in her hand. “It’s so pretty, I’ll take it if you don’t want it.”
“Why are you going through the trash pile,” Nayoung despaired. “And no, I want it.”
-
Seungcheol had said yes to her, which was all she needed. He’d do the rest of the work on his own. And she only had to last four months.
-
Yerin missed the torn envelope and note she’d kept with it all these years, and tried to toss away with it too. The clip stayed in her accessories box until Nayoung unpacked it again months later, having already decided to leave her hair down for the day. “Use this,” she asked her hair stylist later that morning, when she was preparing to film for a magazine. There would be a video component uploaded on the internet, but by that point she knew they would already have changed the look to something else.
The photoshoot director really liked the design though, and asked Nayoung to keep it on anyway.
-
Yoon Jeonghan showed up at her metaphorical doorstep the next month, which is to say he clearly actively sought her out. “I’m collaborating with Choi Youngjae,” he said, when she saw him in the agency lobby with an iced Americano in hand and gave the blankest look possible.
“No you’re not,” Nayoung said, and Jeonghan shrugged.
“I wanted to see Hani-sunbaenim,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.
“That’s slightly more believable.”
“I’m looking for an acting agency.”
She blinked. “Wow, I really hope you’re not. You’d be scary at acting.”
“Scary good at it,” Jeonghan said with a grin. Nayoung was suddenly aware that the staff she’d been working with for years were watching them as they got their own coffees and it was really very humiliating.
“I can’t be seen with you,” she said, half-honest. “You shouldn’t be loitering in someone else’s workplace.”
“It’s not just your workplace, you know,” he said. Nayoung didn’t respond. “In all seriousness, I’m waiting for my manager to get back from the bathroom. I really am here to be in talks for some end-of-year collaboration thing with Youngjae. Junnie made him eat something spicy this morning and I think he’s still feeling the aftereffects.”
“That doesn’t actually surprise me. I think you’ve always masked your real intentions by putting them forward first,” Nayoung said. I don’t miss that, she didn’t say, having those types of schedules.
Jeonghan smiled again, the rewards of knowing and being known.
“And you’ve always been good at reading through them, no matter what trick I tried.”
“I learned from the best,” she said simply.
“I think you were good enough at it before we started dating,” Jeonghan replied.
[FILL] imitation
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: i’m crazy but i’m free, idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: 835
A/N: look... i know this is a seventeen fest however,
***
Jeonghan dated Seungcheol for three months and immediately following that Nayoung went and dated him for four. “I think it was out of spite,” she concluded after explaining to Jiyeon that it wasn’t ever much of a passionate affair. “He was really nice to me, though. Which I think makes him a much better person than I am.”
“It’s hard to be a good girl all the time,” Jiyeon said, smiling over her coffee. She spoke with a sort of resignation that six or seven additional years of industry experience necessitated. “You have to take the little victories, right?”
Nayoung nodded. “I’m glad I have you to talk to, unnie,” she said, sipping her iced tea and looking out the window. It was a dreary summer day and their drama series was doing absolutely terrible in the ratings.
-
Nayoung thought it would be much easier to simply cut off all her old attachments and start over, but unfortunately there was still a bit of sentiment in her. The only answer to this was compartmentalization.
“Things I need here, things that go in the garbage in that box,” she said, directing Yerin to half-formed piles of papers and photos on the floor of her room.
“This is an organized mess,” Yerin observed. “I bet no one could tell you’re supposed to be moving out in two days.”
“Thank you,” Nayoung answered, and continued unloading old junk out of her closet.
Heehyun wouldn’t be there until the afternoon, which was probably better because she had a much deeper understanding of Nayoung’s lingering feelings. With Yerin it was easier to reply to “Do you want to keep this?” with a no after a half-second glance and leave it at that, where Heehyun, who had lived through that era of her life with her, would say, “Are you really sure you want to let go of this?” and it’d be something like an autographed album from some no-name rookie group she’d exchanged with during her third debut promotion cycle, and of course she didn’t want to keep it but now that she’s had to think about it for so long maybe she does have second thoughts.
And that still counted as one of the easy choices.
“This is trash?” Yerin asked. She held a jeweled flower hair clip in her hand. “It’s so pretty, I’ll take it if you don’t want it.”
“Why are you going through the trash pile,” Nayoung despaired. “And no, I want it.”
-
Seungcheol had said yes to her, which was all she needed. He’d do the rest of the work on his own. And she only had to last four months.
-
Yerin missed the torn envelope and note she’d kept with it all these years, and tried to toss away with it too. The clip stayed in her accessories box until Nayoung unpacked it again months later, having already decided to leave her hair down for the day. “Use this,” she asked her hair stylist later that morning, when she was preparing to film for a magazine. There would be a video component uploaded on the internet, but by that point she knew they would already have changed the look to something else.
The photoshoot director really liked the design though, and asked Nayoung to keep it on anyway.
-
Yoon Jeonghan showed up at her metaphorical doorstep the next month, which is to say he clearly actively sought her out. “I’m collaborating with Choi Youngjae,” he said, when she saw him in the agency lobby with an iced Americano in hand and gave the blankest look possible.
“No you’re not,” Nayoung said, and Jeonghan shrugged.
“I wanted to see Hani-sunbaenim,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.
“That’s slightly more believable.”
“I’m looking for an acting agency.”
She blinked. “Wow, I really hope you’re not. You’d be scary at acting.”
“Scary good at it,” Jeonghan said with a grin. Nayoung was suddenly aware that the staff she’d been working with for years were watching them as they got their own coffees and it was really very humiliating.
“I can’t be seen with you,” she said, half-honest. “You shouldn’t be loitering in someone else’s workplace.”
“It’s not just your workplace, you know,” he said. Nayoung didn’t respond. “In all seriousness, I’m waiting for my manager to get back from the bathroom. I really am here to be in talks for some end-of-year collaboration thing with Youngjae. Junnie made him eat something spicy this morning and I think he’s still feeling the aftereffects.”
“That doesn’t actually surprise me. I think you’ve always masked your real intentions by putting them forward first,” Nayoung said. I don’t miss that, she didn’t say, having those types of schedules.
Jeonghan smiled again, the rewards of knowing and being known.
“And you’ve always been good at reading through them, no matter what trick I tried.”
“I learned from the best,” she said simply.
“I think you were good enough at it before we started dating,” Jeonghan replied.