Archive of Our Own

Po wandered through the remnants of MARS’ shared house, checking every corner and every piece left behind. He might not have known them that long, but he could feel the walls still holding echoes of their laughter, the weight of their arguments, and the memories they had built together. As he sifted through the abandoned belongings, it finally clicked—he understood what had gone wrong. He could almost feel the betrayal and pain that must have shattered the group when they learned of Thame’s decision to leave for Korea. It was a wound, a deep one, but even in the wreckage, Po could sense hope.

Hope for everyone—except Dylan.

The rapper’s anger was different. It wasn’t just disappointment or frustration; it had festered into something deeper. And Po found proof of that in a black leather notebook tucked away in the cabinet, hidden among old CDs, merchandise, and album covers.

Curiosity got the better of him. Was it an invasion of privacy? Absolutely . But if he was committing to helping MARS find its way back together, he needed to know everything.

Flipping through the pages, Po traced Dylan’s fury. The notebook wasn’t just a lyric book—it was a raw, unfiltered stream of his thoughts. Scribbled lines, crossed-out words, frantic rants, and lyrics stacked on top of one another—it was chaotic, messy, and personal. At some point, it became a hate journal directed entirely at Thame, filled with resentment over his departure. Dylan had even crossed out "MARS" and scrawled "THAME and friends" beneath it in jagged letters.

Po exhaled sharply. Dylan had taken the betrayal hard. Harder than anyone else.

But as he flipped further, past pages of frustration and silence, something else caught his eye—an organized list, written neatly, so unlike the rest. A title stood out at the top:

10 Things I Hate About Jun

Po tilted his head. Thame wasn’t the only member Dylan had issues with? Now that he thought about it, Dylan had always kept a strange distance from Jun. The back-and-forth tension between them, the way Jun pushed into Dylan’s space only for Dylan to bristle—it had always felt like a game of tug-of-war. Po read on.

1. Ignorance: He’s irresponsible. The most irresponsible in the group. What’s the point of being in a boy band if he barely contributes? Always out of the house, dodging responsibilities, yet somehow still taking credit.
   
   
2. Annoying Jokes: Can he just shut up for one second? Not everything has to be a joke. Not everything is funny. So why the hell does he always make me laugh when I don’t want to?
   
   
3. No Personal Space: He has zero concept of boundaries. Always leaning too close, touching my stuff, acting like he owns the damn place. It’s like he enjoys getting a rise out of me.
   
   
4. That Damn Grin: It’s smug. It’s stupid. He smiles like he knows something I don’t. It’s irritating. And why is it always aimed at me? What the hell does he find so amusing?
   
   
5. How Everyone Likes Him: Seriously, why? He barely tries, yet everyone gravitates toward him—fans, members, staff. It’s unfair. He could probably get away with breaking the dating ban, and everyone would just let him. But if he ever dated someone, it would be a pain in the ass. I can't stand thinking of him being lovey-dovey with anyone. Just the thought makes me want to vomit.
   
   
6. The Way He Looks at Me: Like he’s waiting for something. Like he already knows what I’m thinking before I do. It’s unsettling. It makes me feel seen in a way I don’t know how to handle.
   
   
7. The Way He Says My Name: He drags it out, like he’s savoring it. It’s never just "Dylan"—sometimes it’s "Tee" or that stupid, STUPID nickname, "Bii." He says it like it means something. Like, I mean something. And I hate how much that messes with my head.
   
   
8. That He Never Takes Me Seriously: No matter what I say, he brushes it off, makes a joke, or grins like I’m playing along. It pisses me off because... maybe sometimes I meant it. Maybe sometimes I wanted him to understand.
   
   
9. That He’s Always There: Even when I’m not looking, I know where he is. I can feel him in the room. It’s distracting. He takes up space—my space. And somehow, that includes my head and my heart. These days, every song I write ends up being about him.
   
   
10. That I Can’t Seem to Hate Him: I’ve tried. I should. But no matter how many reasons I list, I don’t mean them. Because the truth is, I think I already fall in love with him No. I hate him. I would rather die. Wake up, Dylan. FUCK.

Po smirked as he shut the notebook.

Dylan was doomed.

Whatever war he thought he was fighting with Jun, he had already lost. 

A side quest had just been added to Po’s mission—he wasn’t letting Jun fall for anyone else but Dylan.

Because if there was one thing Po knew better than anyone, it was what a love tease looked like.

And Jun was full of them—especially when it came to Dylan.

And for that, he hoped they would finally see each other and work their feelings out. 

“All these damn young adults.” Po chuckled as he tucked the notebook to where he had found it and left the premises before that one member that still came back frequently could suddenly find him in their house.