Chapter Text
Hwang Hyunjin, in everyone’s eyes, was the definition of perfection. He had that perfect smile, that perfect face, an amazing personality, danced really well, sang like an angel, and always wanted to improve. He was the dream trainee, the one that everyone knew was going to debut soon and become ultra famous, and come back to teach the new generation what he had learned. The golden child.
But why did Han Jisung have to debut with him?
Han didn’t care much for people. Actually he hated them. And there was no other type of person he hated most than the “golden boy” personality. So when he learned that Hyunjin was to debut with him, he had a lot to say on that matter.
“We were doing just fine, the three of us!” Han groaned. “Why do we need MORE people?”
Christopher looked at Han melting on the couch and sighed. “Haven’t we had this conversation? You can’t have a group with 3 people in it. Especially with 2 rappers. There’s no balance.”
“Okay fine so we can’t be three. Why did we need Hyunjin of all people? Anybody else, and you choose him?”
“He has potential. And a damn lot of talent. Besides,” Chris said, “He’s already friends with Felix. Felix really wanted this.”
“So you’re basing this potentially life changing decision on the fact that Felix is “friends” with Hyunjin?” Han scoffed, pushing himself upright. “If so, that is the dumbest decision you’ve ever made. I expected more from you, Christopher.”
Chris bristled at being called his legal name with such a sarcastic tone. “Watch your language. I know we’re friends, but I’m still older than you. Anyway, yes. Hyunjin is going to join the group, whether you like it or not. Get used to it.” He fanned out some papers with lyrics on them. “If you’re not gonna help, get out.”
“Jeez old man, I get it. I’m going now.” Han made to stand up and leave, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Who is it and what do you want?”
The door opened, revealing, to Han’s disgust, Hyunjin. “Hey,” he said softly, in that melodic voice that Han hated so much. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Hyunjin, hi!” Chris swiveled in his chair to face him. “Right on time! This is Han, in case you don’t already know,” gesturing to Han who was trying to hide behind his phone, “and I’m Chan. Well, my real name’s Christopher, but I don’t use that one around here.” Hyunjin smiled and Chan smiled back. Inwardly, Han was screaming “GET OUT! STOP STEALING MY FRIENDS!” But he couldn’t say anything of course, so he gave Hyunjin a slight nod and said “this is the recording booth. You’re here for recording right?”
Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah. I was also told I was going to meet everyone else soon…?” He shook his head. “Whatever, I’ll see them later. Now how does this thing work?” He started fiddling with the recording device, and Han flinched. “Don’t touch that,” he snapped, and Chan looked at him sternly. “I mean, just don't put your hands on the microphone. Messes up the sound quality.”
Hyunjin slowly nodded “O-kay. So what can I do?” Chan made a move to leave, but Han held his leg down. “Don’t,” he hissed. “You can’t leave me alone with him!” Chan simply shook his head and smiled. “You got this. Lix needs some help with something. I have to go.” He stood up, and exited the studio, leaving Han alone with his number 1 enemy. He sighed, and turned back to Hyunjin, who was watching the whole interaction with a puzzled look.
“Is everything okay?” He asked. God, how Han hated that look of concern. It was annoyingly perfect. But he couldn’t say that now. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” He responded curtly. Hyunjin slightly flinched at the tone, and didn’t ask again. Han nodded to the recording microphone. “Just stand in front of that, with your face close to the microphone. I’ll switch it on, you sing a couple of lines, and then I’m out of here.” He gave one pair of headphones to Hyunjin, and sat in the chair, then put on another pair. He switched the microphone on. “Sing something.”
“Uh, let’s see…Lover lover lover is hurt ‘cause she went away/ Loved her loved her loved her so much until that rainy day/ Lover lover lover dies ‘cause there’s no way/ Lover lover love is gone, no matter what I say.” He turned to Han, who was sitting there unimpressed. “Was that good?”
“It was fine, I guess,” Han waved away the song dismissively. “I need you to sing this.” He handed a piece of paper to Hyunjin, but instead of taking it, he stepped back and crossed his arms.
“Han, I know we’ve only met a couple months ago, and this is the first time we are alone together, but can you please explain to me why you’re being such an asshole? I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and at this point I think it’s appropriate to expect some form of human decency, even from you!” He looked at Han icily. “Or is not being a bitch all the time impossible for you?”
Han jumped off his chair, fire blazing in his eyes. “I am perfectly capable of being nice for the record. It’s not my fault that you suck up to everyone you know.”
“It’s not being a suck up. It’s called making a good impression, and getting people to like you so you don’t have problems with them later!” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Evidently you failed in that class. You should teach Bitchology 101 at this point.” He slammed the lyric sheet down on the table, and turned around to leave.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” Han yelled. Hyunjin spun on his heel to face him one more time. “Dance studio. At least I have something I’m good at.” Hyunjin turned around, walked out the door, and slammed it in a now-fuming Han’s face.
“This isn’t the end of this.”