Defamation
13. Talents
Yri's POV
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Min, are you okay? I'm worried :(
Aww~ I didn't even notice I was smiling to myself like an idiot after reading his short message.
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Are you sure? :(
Please stay in your lane, Jeon Jeongguk. You're my bias wrecker and you just keep wrecking your way up to my list every time you make my heart flutter. Like please, S-T-O-P I-T!
"Oh come on." I groaned to myself as I hear the unlocking from the outside of the dressing room and there goes my fellow members, each of their faces painted with worry as they gathered around me.
"I told you to punch Margaux anytime." Inna said in the calmest way as possible, but I felt her tone serious.
"Y-you told her to do that!?" asked Margaux with a look of shock and unbelief.
"Yes." Inna firmly responded but eyes fixated on me just like the other members.
"I-I'm fine. . ."
"Th-the show m-must g-go o-on."
My voice was shaking from all the tears I have cried from a while ago and it's no use to make a silly excuse because my members know me too well. I did my best to fix myself in front of the mirror before going back to the studio, tried to achieve the look I was hoping for— honestly, I just want to look like nothing happened, like I did not cry or whatever.
"W-we're back a-again haha."
Shoot. Why is the camera even focusing on me too close? My eyes look really swell on the large screen, ugh.
"Oh wow look at my eyes; they're all swollen. But don't worry! I just accidentally—" I paused for a moment as I mumble to myself some words to complete the alibi, "I slipped while I was inside the toilet room and I have to bawl my eyes out haha. I-It hurts y'know!"
The audience burst into laughter so I faked my laugh as well. I don't know why but this works every time like a magic— you're such a genius, Yri.
"Alright, let's go on with the show!"
That's right, Yri. You can actually do this. Whoo! Fighting! Hwaiting! Aja Aja! I don't know why I'm even saying all of these encouraging Korean words but I gotta do this! Okay, listen here— you just need to imagine yourself as an ex-girlfriend of Park Jimin and that—
"H-how could you!?"
Before I could even react, Lili gave me this silent reassuring look after she grabbed the microphone from me and stepped into the spotlight to take my place.
"Ch-Chae— uhh L-Lili, I-I thought we're over now!"
Even Jimin was surprised and confused at the same time he was tongue-tied for a second with our names when he saw that it was not me, but Lili, who out of nowhere, stepped out to go and put herself into character.
"I don't care! You loved me and I loved you, and now you're doing this to me!?"
The poor choice of words the writer has for her lines did not bother Lili one bit as she carried on with her acting, raising her hand as if she was about to slap Margaux but Jimin did his. . . 'hero' thing.
"Ugh, I'm out. This is making me wanna puke." Yuki whispered in a raspy voice as she stood up, removed her lavalier, and walked out of the stage.
"Aaand~ cut!"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Well that's all for today, see you next Fridaaaay~" it was Inna herself who snatched the microphone to casually end the show, leaving the audience in shock.
"Eonnie, are you alright?"
I felt a light tap on my back and as I turned around, I covered my mouth after seeing a young fan, maybe around 7 or 8, with a small flower on her hand.
"Y-yeah I-I'm fine. It's n-nothing."
I deeply inhaled before speaking again, "Picture?"
Her gloomy expression turned into a bright excited smile as I kneeled down before her to take a selca from her phone.
"Please take good care of yourself!" I said as I hugged her tight.
"Take care too, Eonnie!" She beamed up on me, stretching her small arms to present me the small flower.
"Aww, thank you," I said as I clutched onto my chest, feeling my heartbeat before finally take the precious gift from a precious child.
"Oh hello there!" I greeted to another fan as I saw him approaching towards me with a shy look on his face and legs fidgeting to even walk, "Let's go take a picture!"
We entertained all of the fans until Manager Shi herself called it off for the day, politely asking everyone in the studio to give us a break. I needed sometime alone for myself and told our manager I'd be staying in the studio for a while. I wanted to start a V Live and go communicate with my fans and apologize for all the drama but you know what? Heck I'm being too annoying and I'll just keep this frustration inside me as I go wallow on my tiring shenanigans until it kills me.
"Argh."
Falling on my weight, I bounced a bit higher than expected on the bed. But I couldn't care less, I might be depressed or I might just be too sad to function properly.
I finally let all the tears out free down my face and felt the warmth on my cheeks as I stare blankly throughout this dark dressing room. After about an hour or so, I eventually had to stop this nonsense and decided to divert my attention into something else.
It felt like I was about to make progress into wiping my whole face away as I try to stop these tears from running with. . . with this handkerchief? It's Jimin's handkerchief. I remember now— he gave me this the other day when I was crying because of the negative comments during the livestream. Shame on me, I was so upset about the fanfiction I left the boys without a proper goodbye and even forgot to return his handkerchief.
"Sonyeoniq, huh? We heard you have your unique talents— why don't you show them?"
I am now watching a replay from the show we've guested from the other day which happened before I went lunatic and go find Jimin only to be humiliated in front of thousands or even worse— people all over the internet!
"Let's start off with our leader, Inna!"
The fans clapped their hands together, almost sounding like one, and some are even making those weird whistles. Along the sea of banners and large tarpaulins, I swear I just saw a derp image of me somewhere.
"Is it true that you know street fighting?"
For about a second or two, she was hesitating to answer either with a 'yes' or 'no' but she slyly nodded with a faint smirk, earning the crowd's uproar.
"Whoah! No one should mess with you, then," the host commented with his jaw almost dropping on the glass stage.
"Haha. But that was back in the—"
"Can you do a sample for us?"
Of course, albeit the crowd's gradual cheer, she has to politely decline with her shy chuckle. She insisted that she's already forgotten some of the moves, much more to fight, which is actually a lie because we, her fellow members know how much of a badass she is when it comes to fighting just by hearing her past in gang wars. You heard it right— she was a part of a gang back then.
"Next, Mar?"
Mar was so shy and adorable that all of the fans went 'awww', surprisingly, the host as well, which was really cringe-worthy.
"We heard that you're really good at arts! What are you planning on showing us for today?"
Her response was cut shortly after a table full of art materials was pushed into the stage and the audience began to cheer for her.
She first picked up a dark spray paint and chuckled in an almost inaudible tune, "I've. . . had the passion for arts since I was young," she paused and laughed, this time a hearty one, as she started spraying in this— thing I don't really know.
After about 10 minutes of confusing activity— sure I know a lot about whatever she's doing with all of these round can lids she's putting over the canvas and scraping random doodles that turned out. . .
"Whoah!"
Everyone was astonished, including us the moment she has finished her masterpiece. I can say so myself that I'm not good when it comes to describing stuff but I think her spray paint art is amazing with all these— planets? And then a cute doodle of us as a group underneath a group of constellation and those random planets orbiting. I know! It's weird but beautiful.
"How about you, Lili?"
I just realized that I looked stiff and beyond awkward the whole time like I'm totally dumbfounded by each of my members' skills and here I am— a living potato.
"Can you actually write a song with given only random words in a limited time?"
Since Lili isn't really good at Korean nor she understands a thing or two, she needed Inna to translate the language for her and in return, she would answer in her own language so Inna would again translate Chinese to Korean for the local viewers to understand.
"Yeah, I guess?" She answered and bit her lip, unsure if she can showcase it in front of the people watching her.
"Wow, so can we try it for only 5 minutes? Or do you need extension?"
"No, it's actually fine," she giggled as a random staff handed her a piece of paper and a pen.
"Before you start, may I ask a question?"
"Yes—"
"Is it true that you composed your title track 'Truth' within a minute?"
"Umm. . . close enough, but it's actually 1 minute, 5 seconds, and 66 milliseconds, to be exact."
You guessed it; everyone's jaws are dropping lower than my brain falling off thinking about none other than Park Jimin during that time.
"No offense but are you a nerd or something?"
The audience burst into laughter, and kid you not, their laugh was infectious so I laughed out louder than most of them even Yuki rolled her eyes.
"Umm. . . I used a timer because I was challenging myself."
The host asked us to say 5 completely random things to get Lili started and my fellow members' answers are weird— 'Blind' for Inna; 'Mission' for Margaux; 'Death' for Yuki; and there's me, only mumbling 'Park Jimin' repeatedly. Audience was laughing but the timer has started so Lili has to go start writing her lyrics from the given words.
"Done."
About three minutes has passed, she already finished writing a whole song. I must say, the song's a bit funny because it mainly tells a story about a blind guy having a mission accompanied by a grim reaper.
"I'm sorry I don't know what's going on inside my head." Lili apologized with a low giggle, making the audience laugh.
"But honestly, the song is good! Will it be in one of your albums?"
"Sure, I guess? Maybe a hidden track or something," she joked, and now the whole studio seems to be in a never-ending laughter.
"And Yuki?"
Screams. Squeals. Cheers. Banners being raised up high. Big-ass tarpaulins just for her. Yells. Heck yes, Harumi Yukimura is the most popular member so. . .
"I need a confirmation personally from your members," the host said with a wrinkled smile on his face and turned to us, "Is it true that Yuki is the most talented in your group?"
No bullshit but we all nodded our heads in agreement, followed by a couple of testimonials from each of us, proving that Yuki is indeed the most talented from us. She may be slightly older than me but damn she's multitalented to the extent that she gets shipped with Jeon Jeongguk as they share a lot in common— minus of course her attitude. Kekeke.
"WHOOOOAAAAHH!!!"
We were completely blown away with various talents she's shown to all of us. Personally, my favorite part's when she was blindfolded and she managed to finish a scrambled megaminx cube within 6 minutes and 24 seconds!
"Ang lastly, our baby Chaemin! What makes you unique?"
Wow, look at all these fans cheering for me like I can actually top off Yuki's breathtaking acts.
"What makes me unique?"
They were shushed, as if waiting for me to reveal my unique talent. . .
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I guffawed. I don't think it was funny but surely, it was contagious it made the audience laugh— even my co-members were laughing at my sudden outburst.
"You know, all of the idols have these incredible talents and then there's me! So I guess I'm the odd one out— does that make me unique yet?"
Another laughter.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Chaemin. You're still young and you're yet to discover your hidden talents."
I smiled down on the floor, feeling a bit silly and embarrassed for all the words replaying inside my head that I've stated a moment ago.
"But you know what makes you unique? You know your own weakness and you're not afraid to show the whole world your flaw— in an optimistic way!"
I quickly covered my mouth when the host once again showed his wrinkled smile and the audience had this standing ovation which pushed me into the verge of crying onstage but then you know what happened next. . . That one fan came in, telling me Jimin's in the other studio and ta-da~ I ruined the whole day.
*Beep beep*
Wow, I didn't even realize I missed out so many calls from both Sonyeoniq and Bangtan. I couldn't blame myself, I was so into watching this replay of our appearance in a show. Teehee. Well umm, Margaux flooded me with long-ass messages apologizing and stuff that's really giving me the 'feels', so yes, I replied back twice as long as her messages and apologizing more than her sorry’s. And as for Jimin. . . well, not gonna lie but I sent him more apology messages than I did with Margaux— but just a small difference!
*Knock knock*
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Min, are you okay? I'm worried :(
Aww~ I didn't even notice I was smiling to myself like an idiot after reading his short message.
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Are you sure? :(
Please stay in your lane, Jeon Jeongguk. You're my bias wrecker and you just keep wrecking your way up to my list every time you make my heart flutter. Like please, S-T-O-P I-T!
"Oh come on." I groaned to myself as I hear the unlocking from the outside of the dressing room and there goes my fellow members, each of their faces painted with worry as they gathered around me.
"I told you to punch Margaux anytime." Inna said in the calmest way as possible, but I felt her tone serious.
"Y-you told her to do that!?" asked Margaux with a look of shock and unbelief.
"Yes." Inna firmly responded but eyes fixated on me just like the other members.
"I-I'm fine. . ."
"Th-the show m-must g-go o-on."
My voice was shaking from all the tears I have cried from a while ago and it's no use to make a silly excuse because my members know me too well. I did my best to fix myself in front of the mirror before going back to the studio, tried to achieve the look I was hoping for— honestly, I just want to look like nothing happened, like I did not cry or whatever.
"W-we're back a-again haha."
Shoot. Why is the camera even focusing on me too close? My eyes look really swell on the large screen, ugh.
"Oh wow look at my eyes; they're all swollen. But don't worry! I just accidentally—" I paused for a moment as I mumble to myself some words to complete the alibi, "I slipped while I was inside the toilet room and I have to bawl my eyes out haha. I-It hurts y'know!"
The audience burst into laughter so I faked my laugh as well. I don't know why but this works every time like a magic— you're such a genius, Yri.
"Alright, let's go on with the show!"
That's right, Yri. You can actually do this. Whoo! Fighting! Hwaiting! Aja Aja! I don't know why I'm even saying all of these encouraging Korean words but I gotta do this! Okay, listen here— you just need to imagine yourself as an ex-girlfriend of Park Jimin and that—
"H-how could you!?"
Before I could even react, Lili gave me this silent reassuring look after she grabbed the microphone from me and stepped into the spotlight to take my place.
"Ch-Chae— uhh L-Lili, I-I thought we're over now!"
Even Jimin was surprised and confused at the same time he was tongue-tied for a second with our names when he saw that it was not me, but Lili, who out of nowhere, stepped out to go and put herself into character.
"I don't care! You loved me and I loved you, and now you're doing this to me!?"
The poor choice of words the writer has for her lines did not bother Lili one bit as she carried on with her acting, raising her hand as if she was about to slap Margaux but Jimin did his. . . 'hero' thing.
"Ugh, I'm out. This is making me wanna puke." Yuki whispered in a raspy voice as she stood up, removed her lavalier, and walked out of the stage.
"Aaand~ cut!"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Well that's all for today, see you next Fridaaaay~" it was Inna herself who snatched the microphone to casually end the show, leaving the audience in shock.
"Eonnie, are you alright?"
I felt a light tap on my back and as I turned around, I covered my mouth after seeing a young fan, maybe around 7 or 8, with a small flower on her hand.
"Y-yeah I-I'm fine. It's n-nothing."
I deeply inhaled before speaking again, "Picture?"
Her gloomy expression turned into a bright excited smile as I kneeled down before her to take a selca from her phone.
"Please take good care of yourself!" I said as I hugged her tight.
"Take care too, Eonnie!" She beamed up on me, stretching her small arms to present me the small flower.
"Aww, thank you," I said as I clutched onto my chest, feeling my heartbeat before finally take the precious gift from a precious child.
"Oh hello there!" I greeted to another fan as I saw him approaching towards me with a shy look on his face and legs fidgeting to even walk, "Let's go take a picture!"
We entertained all of the fans until Manager Shi herself called it off for the day, politely asking everyone in the studio to give us a break. I needed sometime alone for myself and told our manager I'd be staying in the studio for a while. I wanted to start a V Live and go communicate with my fans and apologize for all the drama but you know what? Heck I'm being too annoying and I'll just keep this frustration inside me as I go wallow on my tiring shenanigans until it kills me.
"Argh."
Falling on my weight, I bounced a bit higher than expected on the bed. But I couldn't care less, I might be depressed or I might just be too sad to function properly.
I finally let all the tears out free down my face and felt the warmth on my cheeks as I stare blankly throughout this dark dressing room. After about an hour or so, I eventually had to stop this nonsense and decided to divert my attention into something else.
It felt like I was about to make progress into wiping my whole face away as I try to stop these tears from running with. . . with this handkerchief? It's Jimin's handkerchief. I remember now— he gave me this the other day when I was crying because of the negative comments during the livestream. Shame on me, I was so upset about the fanfiction I left the boys without a proper goodbye and even forgot to return his handkerchief.
"Sonyeoniq, huh? We heard you have your unique talents— why don't you show them?"
I am now watching a replay from the show we've guested from the other day which happened before I went lunatic and go find Jimin only to be humiliated in front of thousands or even worse— people all over the internet!
"Let's start off with our leader, Inna!"
The fans clapped their hands together, almost sounding like one, and some are even making those weird whistles. Along the sea of banners and large tarpaulins, I swear I just saw a derp image of me somewhere.
"Is it true that you know street fighting?"
For about a second or two, she was hesitating to answer either with a 'yes' or 'no' but she slyly nodded with a faint smirk, earning the crowd's uproar.
"Whoah! No one should mess with you, then," the host commented with his jaw almost dropping on the glass stage.
"Haha. But that was back in the—"
"Can you do a sample for us?"
Of course, albeit the crowd's gradual cheer, she has to politely decline with her shy chuckle. She insisted that she's already forgotten some of the moves, much more to fight, which is actually a lie because we, her fellow members know how much of a badass she is when it comes to fighting just by hearing her past in gang wars. You heard it right— she was a part of a gang back then.
"Next, Mar?"
Mar was so shy and adorable that all of the fans went 'awww', surprisingly, the host as well, which was really cringe-worthy.
"We heard that you're really good at arts! What are you planning on showing us for today?"
Her response was cut shortly after a table full of art materials was pushed into the stage and the audience began to cheer for her.
She first picked up a dark spray paint and chuckled in an almost inaudible tune, "I've. . . had the passion for arts since I was young," she paused and laughed, this time a hearty one, as she started spraying in this— thing I don't really know.
After about 10 minutes of confusing activity— sure I know a lot about whatever she's doing with all of these round can lids she's putting over the canvas and scraping random doodles that turned out. . .
"Whoah!"
Everyone was astonished, including us the moment she has finished her masterpiece. I can say so myself that I'm not good when it comes to describing stuff but I think her spray paint art is amazing with all these— planets? And then a cute doodle of us as a group underneath a group of constellation and those random planets orbiting. I know! It's weird but beautiful.
"How about you, Lili?"
I just realized that I looked stiff and beyond awkward the whole time like I'm totally dumbfounded by each of my members' skills and here I am— a living potato.
"Can you actually write a song with given only random words in a limited time?"
Since Lili isn't really good at Korean nor she understands a thing or two, she needed Inna to translate the language for her and in return, she would answer in her own language so Inna would again translate Chinese to Korean for the local viewers to understand.
"Yeah, I guess?" She answered and bit her lip, unsure if she can showcase it in front of the people watching her.
"Wow, so can we try it for only 5 minutes? Or do you need extension?"
"No, it's actually fine," she giggled as a random staff handed her a piece of paper and a pen.
"Before you start, may I ask a question?"
"Yes—"
"Is it true that you composed your title track 'Truth' within a minute?"
"Umm. . . close enough, but it's actually 1 minute, 5 seconds, and 66 milliseconds, to be exact."
You guessed it; everyone's jaws are dropping lower than my brain falling off thinking about none other than Park Jimin during that time.
"No offense but are you a nerd or something?"
The audience burst into laughter, and kid you not, their laugh was infectious so I laughed out louder than most of them even Yuki rolled her eyes.
"Umm. . . I used a timer because I was challenging myself."
The host asked us to say 5 completely random things to get Lili started and my fellow members' answers are weird— 'Blind' for Inna; 'Mission' for Margaux; 'Death' for Yuki; and there's me, only mumbling 'Park Jimin' repeatedly. Audience was laughing but the timer has started so Lili has to go start writing her lyrics from the given words.
"Done."
About three minutes has passed, she already finished writing a whole song. I must say, the song's a bit funny because it mainly tells a story about a blind guy having a mission accompanied by a grim reaper.
"I'm sorry I don't know what's going on inside my head." Lili apologized with a low giggle, making the audience laugh.
"But honestly, the song is good! Will it be in one of your albums?"
"Sure, I guess? Maybe a hidden track or something," she joked, and now the whole studio seems to be in a never-ending laughter.
"And Yuki?"
Screams. Squeals. Cheers. Banners being raised up high. Big-ass tarpaulins just for her. Yells. Heck yes, Harumi Yukimura is the most popular member so. . .
"I need a confirmation personally from your members," the host said with a wrinkled smile on his face and turned to us, "Is it true that Yuki is the most talented in your group?"
No bullshit but we all nodded our heads in agreement, followed by a couple of testimonials from each of us, proving that Yuki is indeed the most talented from us. She may be slightly older than me but damn she's multitalented to the extent that she gets shipped with Jeon Jeongguk as they share a lot in common— minus of course her attitude. Kekeke.
"WHOOOOAAAAHH!!!"
We were completely blown away with various talents she's shown to all of us. Personally, my favorite part's when she was blindfolded and she managed to finish a scrambled megaminx cube within 6 minutes and 24 seconds!
"Ang lastly, our baby Chaemin! What makes you unique?"
Wow, look at all these fans cheering for me like I can actually top off Yuki's breathtaking acts.
"What makes me unique?"
They were shushed, as if waiting for me to reveal my unique talent. . .
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I guffawed. I don't think it was funny but surely, it was contagious it made the audience laugh— even my co-members were laughing at my sudden outburst.
"You know, all of the idols have these incredible talents and then there's me! So I guess I'm the odd one out— does that make me unique yet?"
Another laughter.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Chaemin. You're still young and you're yet to discover your hidden talents."
I smiled down on the floor, feeling a bit silly and embarrassed for all the words replaying inside my head that I've stated a moment ago.
"But you know what makes you unique? You know your own weakness and you're not afraid to show the whole world your flaw— in an optimistic way!"
I quickly covered my mouth when the host once again showed his wrinkled smile and the audience had this standing ovation which pushed me into the verge of crying onstage but then you know what happened next. . . That one fan came in, telling me Jimin's in the other studio and ta-da~ I ruined the whole day.
*Beep beep*
Wow, I didn't even realize I missed out so many calls from both Sonyeoniq and Bangtan. I couldn't blame myself, I was so into watching this replay of our appearance in a show. Teehee. Well umm, Margaux flooded me with long-ass messages apologizing and stuff that's really giving me the 'feels', so yes, I replied back twice as long as her messages and apologizing more than her sorry’s. And as for Jimin. . . well, not gonna lie but I sent him more apology messages than I did with Margaux— but just a small difference!
*Knock knock*
Notes
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