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“Is this thing on?”
The camera shakes when Intak taps the lens. The P1eces watching him on Weverse turn green with slight vertigo as he forcefully taps at his phone.
“Yes, you brute,” Taeyang huffs from the doorway looking into Intak’s room. “Are you seriously doing a live right now?”
“Yeah! Want to join me?”
“It’s midnight, Intak.”
“And?”
Taeyang rolls his eyes. “I’m going to bed.”
Intak shrugs. He’d anticipated a similar response from the crotchety older man; Taeyang is one of those people who turns into an absolute beast with a resting bitch face to rival a stone statue’s when he’s tired.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite, old man!” Intak turns back to his phone, which is now propped up beside his laptop, the front camera facing toward Intak. The bottom of his screen is flooded with comments from his viewers, and despite the late hour, thousands of P1eces have already hopped on Weverse. Intak smiles to himself—he’s so damn lucky to have such dedicated fans, isn’t he?
“Hi, everyone!” he greets the camera, waving with as much enthusiasm he can muster this late into the night. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”
The comments stream in, including the customary replies of “I’m good!”, “It’s day time for me!”, “intak ur so hot”, “How are you, Intak?” and the occasional “screw studying for finals, intak just went live.”
“You guys sure are up late,” Intak says, scrolling through the comments. “Finals? Man, I sure don’t miss those.”
The P1eces commiserate with him. One even admits, “intak i failed my bio exam today. i gave up halfway through and wrote a prayer on the last three questions.”
Intak laughs. P1eces can be so funny sometimes.
“What do you guys want to talk about today?” he asks, because Intak is nothing if not a man for the people. Requests pile up, some wanting to see some dancing, others wanting him to just talk about his busy schedule as of late, a couple asking if P1Harmony is going to be dropping any new music any time soon. A P1ece asks if he’s coming to visit their country soon.
“I wish,” he truthfully says. He quickly searches up the country on his laptop and scans over photos of temperate sunshine, crisp fog, twinkling night life, towering buildings, and so many boba shops. “It looks beautiful,” Intak adds a second later.
“You’re more beautiful,” the same P1ece replies. Intak winks at the camera—come on, give the people what they want—and then a stream of the same comment over and over again catches his eye.
It looks like a link to a YouTube video of some sort.
“Do you guys want me to watch this video?”
Enthusiastic keyboard smashes from his viewers. With another laugh, Intak logs onto the live from his laptop and copies the link into his search engine.
“This isn’t a rickroll, is it?” He’s still on guard against any links people send him—Shota has him on his tiptoes after he’d rickrolled Intak five times since the beginning of the summer.
“No!” the P1eces promise him.
“If you say so.” Intak hits enter and a video loads on his screen. The thumbnail is purplish black with two men sitting on chairs in the foreground, illuminated by spotlights and chandeliers in the background.
good thing - p1harmony (keeho + jiung) cover
by p1ecelove&joy
127k views November 15, 2023 #keeho #jiung #p1harmony #kehlani #live
Comments
theosmole *heavily sighs*
letjungkook7 MOTHERED, I FEAR
rolemodelricky HOW MANY LETTERS IN P1HARMONY?????
interp0l mom where’s my inhaler, my breath is TAKEN
piwon4lifers i will need confession if i say the things i have to say
s0ulse0b be the change you want to see in the world
kookskitchen SPEAK UP
elderwand i’ll see you there, my brother/sister/sibling in christ
piwon4lifers PASTOR JEFF???
“Guys, I already watched this! I saw it live!” Intak exclaims, memories of puttering about backstage while Kehlani’s song had blasted from the multi-million dollar speakers filling his mind. “Don’t you want me to watch another video?”
And he’s lying, in a roundabout way. Intak has watched their performance, albeit from backstage. He hasn’t gotten around to watching the full fancam yet—in his defense, life has been quite a bit hectic—so honestly, now would be the perfect opportunity to watch Keeho and Jiung’s stage. He won’t lie either: it’s exciting to watch something that Jiung has choreographed. The older member has been focusing on producing and mixing a lot as of late, and he and Intak haven’t gotten the chance to learn some new trendy TikTok dance together yet. To be honest…Intak kind of misses him.
The P1eces, however, are very adamant about it. After a couple more seconds of pretend-deliberation, Intak cracks a smile at the camera and presses play.
The dance, as it turns out, is very very not what Intak was expecting at all. Sure, he knows Jiung is a goddamn genius and Keeho is literally the human embodiment of chaotic brilliance, but Intak really wasn’t expecting such a… sexy dance.
The lyrics themselves aren’t all that suggestive. It’s a self-empowerment song with touches of a rejection or breakup laced in the beat, which is punchy and dramatic. Keeho and Jiung move about the stage like lions, practically prowling with smooth, sensual moves punctuated with sharp angles and sudden turns. Intak appreciates the overall beauty of the whole piece—it’s not often that he’s not the one dancing, and it’s nice to be the one doing the ooh ing and ahh ing.
Then, the chairs.
Those goddamn chairs.
Intak’s hand slips from his mouse and falls limp at his side. Hell, Intak almost falls out of his chair, shock numbing his brain and muscles.
The camera focuses on Jiung as he sings the first part of the chorus, capturing his movements in 4K, full high definition.
Intak’s got a singular brain cell left in his noggin that’s somehow still running, on fumes as it may be. That brain cell is currently screaming. No words, just incoherent, loud, roaring noise.
Jiung sways his hips and shoulders, one hand resting in his pocket and the other on the backrest of his chair. He spins and sits on the chair, but good heavens, he does just sit on it. Jiung slides his hand from his knee to cross his inner thigh. If that’s not enough to send Intak’s brain cell into cardiac arrest, Jiung draws his hand down his chest, tapping three times and body rolling simultaneously. He twists, angling the side of his body toward the audience, then turns his head so he’s smoldering at the camera over his shoulder.
Intak’s jaw drops. He knows Jiung can really bring the sexy when he needs to, but Intak’s never witnessed such seduction in the man’s gaze. And as it turns out—Intak is a poor, weak man for that gaze.
What a wonderful time for a sexual awakening! screams Intak’s brain cell. He chooses to ignore it.
The camera switches to Keeho. Their leader rolls his head behind his shoulders, looking every bit the charizzma god Intak knows he can be. Intak hears a gasp, but he’s not even sure if it came from him, the person recording the video, or the ghost rumored to haunt the FNC dorms.
Once the video ends, Intak, very quietly, presses replay. Then again. And again.
After his fifth—or was it sixth?—watch, Intak remembers that he’s live.
Well aware of the scorching heat blossoming across his cheeks, Intak hurriedly looks down at his phone, which is blowing up with comments.
There’s a lot of flabbergast and a lot of similar reactions to Intak’s. Some comment on the way Intak (mortifyingly) contributed more than a couple of watches to the video’s count of 127k views.
“Look behind you!” a P1ece says.
Intak double-takes, reads the comment again, looks behind himself, and comes face-to-face with an equally red Choi Taeyang.
“Hyung!” Intak squeals. It’s too late to close out his YouTube now. “I thought you went to bed!”
Taeyang startles and then meets Intak’s eyes with his own, widened in shock as if he’d just noticed Intak was in the room with him.
“Oh—I just, um. Heard music! And was curious!”
“Oh!” Intak says a little too loudly for 12:14 in the morning. “Oh! Cool!”
“Right? So cool!” Taeyang hurriedly parrots, nodding his head at the speed of light.
It’s awkward. Intak feels like he’s been caught doing something naughty. Taeyang looks like he’s two seconds away from combusting.
Intak reads another comment. Taeyang crouches next to him and peers at Intak’s live.
“Those are the faces of gay panic, fellas,” the P1ece declares.
Taeyang breaks first.
“Gays—I MEAN GUYS—you all are so funny! So, so funny! Just because Keeho’s head roll gave me a stroke doesn’t mean I like him! Ha-ha!”
He sounds hysterical. Intak cringes. Even Taeyang seems to realize the futility of his words, his actions speaking louder than his blasphemy.
“I’m out,” he announces, straightening back up and booking it out of Intak’s room. “Time for night-night!”
Intak’s left to fend for himself against his beloved P1eces. He spends the next couple of minutes trying to defend his dignity, explaining his shock and thoughts about Jiung’s choreography, and attempting to soften his fangirling with even more gushing about Jiung’s voice.
It’s definitely not the smartest route to go. The fans call bullshit, and hell, Intak agrees with them, too. He’s in the midst of spewing some closeted jargon about how he and Jiung used to choreograph dances together vack in their trainee days—his mouth really has a mind of its own, doesn’t it?—when he suddenly gets a notification from Fromm.
Fromm
1 New Message: Jiung
Intak’s heart leaps to his fingertips, and before he knows it, he’s clicking the notification that takes him to Jiung’s Fromm.
Okay, sue him for having Jiung’s Fromm. Intak has all of his fellow member’s Fromms. He smiles because he’s proven he’s not insane, and then stops because he remembers how excited he gets whenever a certain third-oldest member posts.
Jiung
[ 12:15 A.M.]
why is everyone on weverse sending me videos???
keeho’s and my good thing stage?
what about it?
why is everyone sending me videos of intak???
okay, let me go watch them
[12:27 A.M.]
it was great talking to you all, good night!
Intak’s heart sinks. With every passing second, he grows more and more relieved that Keeho, Jiung, and Jongseob are currently in Tokyo for some fashion-brand photo shoot. The group dynamic is sure to change, he fears. Intak wonders if Taeyang is stressing in a similar way, and then recalls the way that Taeyang and Keeho act together off-camera.
They’re already pretty much a married couple, minus the rings. Intak wonders how long that’s been going on—on the down low.
He’s scared of Jiung’s reaction, he realizes. It’s one thing to have a crush—newly realized at that—and it’s a completely different thing to have one within arm’s length. The uncertainty makes Intak’s head spin, but it’s already way past his bedtime, so he decides to call it a night. This sounds like tomorrow’s problem! Or rather, later this morning.
Intak ends the live with a hasty wave at the viewers and then drags his body out of his chair and onto his bed.
He’s asleep before he knows it, exhaustion settling in once his body grows tired of running on anxiety and adrenaline. Intak doesn’t even get the chance to set his phone on his nightstand.
His phone, lying on the left side of his chest, buzzes once. Twice. More than four times, but none of them loud enough to jolt the man awake.
iMessage
1 New Notification - Private Message
From: ji-hyung
[12:43]
intak?
[12:44]
it’s not just you, you know
[12:46]
intak?
[12:47]
did you fall asleep
[12:48]
i’ll take that as a yes
[12:50]
i found a bakery by our hotel
i think you’d like it
we fly back tomorrow
i’ll bring some pastries back for you
if you’d like that
let me know
:)