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𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝

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「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© June 2024 by jl-micasea-fics」

“Fuck her, man.”

“Hyung—”

“No. That shit is so out of order. After two years she can't even break up with you properly? Who does this chick think she is?”

Colourful things, Changbin’s tirades.

Meanwhile, a brass band marches through Chan’s head. He doesn’t really hear what’s being said. Just knows that he’s glad of Jisung’s arm around his shoulders. It stops him from floating away. Changbin paces the pokey studio, sleeves rolled to his shoulders, skinny arms on display as he gesticulates like a hysterical ferret.

“How do they know their debut is a sure thing? That’s not how this works.”

“Maybe they got an inside tip,” Jisung says.

“Nah, no way. She had to be lying. That’s not how this works.”

“Hyung, with respect, you keep saying that’s not how this works, but you don’t actually know. You’ve never done a showcase.”

“That’s not how this is supposed to work,” Changbin huffs. “If debuts are decided on before the showcases even happen, what’s the fucking point of them? Why do we practice our asses off? What are all the monthly tests for? You’re telling me it’s all just for appearances? It’s all rigged? No way I can believe that.”

“It doesn’t even matter right now, hyung. That’s not what’s important,” Jisung says, with a pointed glance at Chan that’s not half as subtle as he probably thinks it is.

Changbin turns to them, his shoulders sagging with a sigh on what Chan knows is a miserable fucking sight. They must think he’s pathetic. A regular loser destined for fuck all and worth even less.

“Right. Sorry.” He sits at Chan’s other side, puts a comforting hand on his knee. “Last thing you need is me ranting right now.”

Chan shakes his head. “It’s actually kind of nice.”

“Yeah? I have, like, three other things I could bitch about right now in that case.”

“Spare us, please,” Jisung whines. “I still think you should talk to Jia, hyung. You can’t just take Fei at her word. She might not have a clue what she’s talking about. This might be one huge misunderstanding.”

“I tried. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“You don’t know that—”

“I know what my gut tells me.”

“No. I can’t accept that. You shouldn’t accept that. You love her, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then fight for her, hyung,” Jisung urges. “Get your girlfriend back, pull her out from under all this company bullshit and remind her where she really belongs.”

Changbin is notably silent, his jaw firmly set.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I tried everything to get to her. What else is left?” Chan mumbles.

Jisung purses his lips. “When did you say the showcase was?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“You’re going, right?”

He’d rather set fire to his happy trail, honestly.

“I don’t know if I—”

“You have to.” Jisung nudges him. “We’re coming with you.”

“What?”

“You thought we were going to let you go alone?” He smiles. “Assuming what Fei says is true, the showcase might be your best chance to see Jia in person before she debuts. She’ll be untouchable afterwards.”

“I don't like it, but he’s right,” Changbin says. “For better or worse, you need closure.”

“We’ll be your moral support. Or your physical! Whatever you need. I’m sure I have my pom-poms somewhere at the dorm.”

Chan huffs a laugh. Jisung grins.

“Just... catch her while you can and tell her everything that’s on your mind,” he adds quietly.

Sounds like a recipe for a total fucking train wreck. But what has he left to lose?

“Okay.”

Jisung squeezes his shoulders. “It’ll all work out, hyung. You’ll see.”

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 >

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