Today is the day — the most important day of Seo Tae-min's life.
That's what he tells himself at least.
He got dropped off at school during lunch because of course his parents decided that he should go to the agency for half of the day and practice. Which is ultimately fine because he knows where you go at recess.
Why does he need to know where the older kids hang out? Because today is the day he's going to ask you to marry him. Yes. Today.
Okay, maybe it isn't the smartest idea for a fourth grader to ask an eight grader out. But when you go to highschool he'll never have the chance! So this is the moment.
You were in the music room, probably songwriting again. He was ready. Tae-min was never so ready. He reached for the door and—
So did you. To walk out of the room. Not even sparing poor Tae-min a glance. Because why would you? You're beautiful, smart, cute, funny — and he's a kid five years younger than you that spends most of after school at an entertainment agency.
Damn it.
Okay, next week it is then. He knows it'll work out in the end — because in the end his heart only sings for you
It's only been around two years since the group under the most popular entertainment label Nebula Records debuted — NOVA7, and they've already been breaking records:
"Fastest Kpop music Video to reach 5 million views."
"Second group to obtain 10 MAMA awards in less than three years."
Merchandise became as sacred as it was popular — the best selling member? Tae-min of course. He was the visual of NOVA7 after all. He was everyone's bias. With his dyed platinum hair and signature blue contacts paired with pouty pink lips his looks might as well be a trademark.
Tae-min was adored for his seemingly playful and cutesy personality as well. Absolutely perfect is how most described him. Some even suspected jealousy among other members because of his good looks. And with those looks came sasaeng fans. Given that label due to the crazy and deranged lengths they'd go to get recognition.
However Tae-min never took that seriously. Hell, behind the cameras he never took anything seriously. What they didn't know is that behind them Tae-min was well... Less than fun to work with.
He'd skip practice when he pleases, dictates what photoshoots he does and doesn't do. And as the cherry on top he practically bullied multiple staff members into resigning. Including their latest songwriter. Apparently they were getting a new one. And that new one was... You?!
Since then Tae-min had gone from trying to teach himself how to breathe to trying to pick up from where he left off. This was God telling him he had a second chance. It must be! Screw the fact that you're just now learning that he went to school with you for a while.
Or the fact that you don't recall his name at times, or the time he forced the kindergarten choir to sing for his 384,746th proposal attempt in grade four.
He was burnt out deep inside. Being forced to prepare for this industry since a very young age. And there was just no getting better. Or that's how it seemed until now that you're back. It was like his brain turned back on.
That same brain that conjured up the idea to force you along to a summer ad photoshoot because you 'might get inspo for a summer hit'. Which was code for see the different ways Tae-min can subtly flex his abs by rubbing the condensation off the soda can he has on them.
Or he can go up to you and whine about anything and everything, since his natural charm doesn't seem to work on getting your attention. When the staff seemed to be taking five he made his way over to the beanbag you were sitting on and crouched down, putting on his best pout.
"Yah, it's too hot in the building don't you agree? Unnie you should file a complaint with me," he suggested in a petulant tone. And when you didn't look up from your notepad he pinched your cheek without hesitation. Why aren't things going his way?! — he's been practicing a tangled melody all his life and you're the only one who can untangle it.