I forgot how much I love Wooyoung and San in their sexy vs. power dance off, but damn. Their Fake Love performance is my favorite thing.

Up10tion is back ya'll! And their new song is just as much a bop as Blue Rose was (Blue Rose is my muse song. I always do my best writing when that song is playing).

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Wooyoung's POV

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It was after school. By all accounts, I should've been at home, changed out of my uniform and helping mom prepare dinner. But Yeosang begged me to stay after while he attempted to finish a project. So here I sat, half an hour after school let out, hunched over my notebook in the library while Yeosang ran around trying to finish up whatever he was doing.

"Well well." My scribbles froze as a voice spoke above us. I glanced up, seeing San's devilish smirk. Yeosang also paused in his project, regarding San cautiously, fixing him with a glare. Yunho and Mingi soon followed, and I realized today we were outnumbered. "What do we have here?" San asked. And, before I could even think of a comeback, he snatched my notebook up with quick fingers. My brand new one I got on Saturday. With the rewritten second to last chapter in it. And the beginnings of the final one.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, rising from my seat. "Give that back!" I reached for it, but he tossed it over his shoulder. Yunho caught it, laughing at my expense. I moved to take it from him, determined not to lose all the progress I'd made over the last few days. But Yunho tossed it over to Mingi. "Alright, seriously, not funny," I huffed, crossing my arms. "Give that back. It has important work in it."

"Like what?" Yunho taunted. I turned to face him. "Your fanfictions?" I'm sure I turned beet red as they continued to laugh, playing three way catch with my notebook, a twisted game of keep away. "Like that's so important," Yunho added as I scrambled in every direction, trying to get it back from them. "Your boys can wait."

"Will you just knock it off?" Yeosang finally piped up, also rising. "We were all fucking friends at one point? What did we ever do to get this treatment?" He seemed to stun them with his outburst, and I used the opportunity to snatch my notebook back. I stared down in dismay. San smirked, holding up the missing page. He balled it up and tossed it away. I had no motivation to go after it, so instead I gathered my things and fled. "Wooyoung, wait!" I heard behind me. But I didn't. As soon as I passed through the threshold to the school I bolted, my backpack slapping me with every step but also not really caring.

"Oh Wooyoung, hello," mom greeted as I barreled my way inside. I shut the door and leaned against it, chest heaving. "Why the rush sweetie?" She emerged from the kitchen, her apron around her waist, meaning she began dinner already. I shook my head. I'd kept her out of the loop and didn't mention a lick of the bullying to her. I could handle it on my own just fine. Just one more year. "Well, go wash up," she said, coming and taking my backpack from me. "I've started dinner already."

"Alright mom," I said, taking the steps two at a time to get up quicker. I still felt frazzled from my confrontation with San, Yunho, and Mingi, if my racing heart said anything. I went straight for my room, shimmying out of my uniform as I walked. I scooped up and tugged on a pair of pajama pants, debating what else to wear. Finally I pulled my oversized BTS sweater over my head, letting it settle against my skin, feeling it giving me a sense of calm. It wasn't extravagant. Just a black sweater with their names on the back. But it was one of the first things I bought when I first became an ARMY, so I still held it dear.

"How was school?" I paused to think about that one as I grabbed my own apron off the hook by the fridge. I bit my lip, slipping it over my head and tying it around my waist. It became a family tradition for mom and I to cook together until dad got home. I joined her at the island, inspecting our meal for the night. "How was school?" she repeated.

"Good," I answered, grabbing a cutting board that was stacked neatly to one side and beginning to peel and thinly cut carrots. I kept my answers vague. If she pressed for more details, I fed her only what I thought she'd like to hear. It wasn't that I didn't trust her to help me figure things out, because I did. I just didn't feel like dragging her into petty school drama. Besides, she didn't necessarily know I was a fanfiction writer. She knew I wrote. But never any details. "Yeosang asked me to stay to help him finish a project. That's why I was late."

"How is San doing?" Her next question really caught me off guard. My chopping ceased for a second as I got my bearings. She glanced up from her beef, which she was meticulously cutting into cubes to be seared on the stove in a few minutes. "I just haven't heard you talk about any of them in awhile," she explained, picking up on the awkward atmosphere. "You guys all used to hang out. You and San were actually pretty good friends at one point." I began cutting vegetables again, this time with a little more vigor, though she didn't notice.

"We haven't hung out since Seonghwa hyung moved," I replied at last, sweeping my carrots into a bowl and beginning on some peppers. "Our friend group kind of dissipated." I explained this every year. I was quite sure she never forgot my answer. She probably just hoped the answer was different. "He's got a job at Book World now," I added.

"Oh, how wonderful," she gushed. I turned so she couldn't see my face, as I'm sure my expression would've given away my true feelings on the matter. "That means you and Yeosang will see him quite often."

"Hooray," I said quietly, moving on to onions. We worked in silence after that, getting our simple stir fry ready. I was looking forward to this meal. We hadn't gotten to use the wok in quite some time. We'd been spending time making casserole style dishes. Stuff we could make in bulk and eat for a few days.

"Hey guys." We both glanced up as dad walked into the kitchen, loosening his tie and setting his briefcase on the table. "Looks good you two." He kissed mom's cheek, reaching out and ruffling my hair. "I see the wok has been rescued from the depths."

"Stir fry just sounded good," mom told him. "Now go wash up. We're just about to get everything going." Dad chuckled, moving off. "Wooyoung, could you start the rice? It's already in the cooker." I nodded, retreating to the opposite counter. I turned the cooker on, making sure it was adequately filled.

Yep. Simple, uninteresting life. They could never understand why I did some of the things I did. And they definitely wouldn't understand the root cause of my bullying. So I would keep quiet on the matter. In a year it would all be over anyway. I would never have to see those guys again.

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San's POV

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Mingi, Yunho, and and I sat around my room, trying to study but not really paying attention to our material. BTS played softly in the background. One thing we could all agree on was that we all liked their music. They were a talented group, and many of their songs were relatable. I scrubbed my face with my hands, flopping backwards onto my bed, gazing up at the ceiling.

Yeosang really let us have an earful after our game of catch. He was livid. I was surprised smoke wasn't coming out if his ears. He tore into us, telling us off and saying we were the worst kind of humans. We just laughed it off like always. We weren't scared of Yeosang. He talked a big game, but he was not a physical guy. He wouldn't harm us. Still... I felt off. Usually his words, and Wooyoung's responses to us, didn't affect me. But something about today rubbed me the wrong way. And I couldn't place a finger on what.

"You look so out of it," Mingi piped up. "What's wrong?" I shook my head. They wouldn't understand it. "Seriously San, what's wrong." Mingi sat beside me on the bed. I sat up. We didn't do this. We weren't a group of friends that openly talked about everything we were feeling. And I liked it that way. "Alright," he said at last with a sigh. "Suit yourself. Don't talk to us."

"It's not that," I protested. "I just don't know how I feel." Which was half the truth. I didn't know. "Hmm?" My phone buzzed on my bed. I picked it up, not sure what to expect.

BangtanBadBoi updated Color My World.

My eyes widened and I stuffed the phone in my hoodie pocket. Mingi and Yunho didn't know about Wattpad. They didn't know I had it. And they certainly didn't know about BangtanBadBoi. Sometimes I longed to tell them though. I wanted to talk to someone about all of this. I rose abruptly, catching the attention of my two friends.

"I'll be right back," I told them, marching out of the room. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself inside. I sank against the door, opening the notification. I had to read the new chapter. Now. It couldn't wait. But I was still confused when it appeared to be another author's note. Where was the new chapter? One usually came out every week or so. It had already been two weeks. And the story was just getting good.

Hey guys. Sorry for all the delays. I promise I'm working on an update. It's just...going a lot slower than I hoped. I'm about to dive into my personal life, so if you don't like that kind of thing, you can stop reading now. The next thing will be an actual update, I promise.

So a lot of you guys know I struggle with bullies at school. They don't make it very enjoyable. They mock my writing. None of that even really matters. Well, they got ahold of my notebook today, and tore out a page from it. So now I'm missing part of the chapter and have to rewrite it. Again. They completely destroyed the last one. That was a little more upsetting. It had the beginning of the final chapter. And a Namjin one-shot I'd been working on.

My eyes narrowed. How dare they? It sounded like these guys put BangtanBadBoi through hell and back. How could he even write some days? I would've given up long by now. And now there was a Namjin one-shot we would probably never see. A Namjin one-shot by BangtanBadBoi, the very reason I loved that ship in the first place. I faced my screen once again.

Good news though! The next chapter is very close to complete. It might be done already if I had Wattpad on my phone. But you guys know I don't do that. Can't give them more of a reason to target me.

Thank you all for the love and support. Seriously, it means the absolute world to me, and I couldn't ask for a better outcome than this. I've met so many nice people, and fellow ARMYs. It's a refreshing change from what I'm used to. I promise I'll work harder. And I've decided I'm going to keep my stories up. I might not write anymore, but I'll keep up what I have. I love you guys. Thank you.

BangtanBadBoi out.

I sat there in silence for a second, digesting the words written in front of me. BangtanBadBoi might not do anything after Color My World? But... What would I do without new content from him? I adored his stories. They're what really got me into the fandom. At least Paint By Numbers, Rock-a-bye, and Hold Me Tightly would remain safe. My fingers flew over the keys. I felt the need to add my own voice to the mix.

SecrectARMY378: Those guys sound like such jerks. Sorry you're going through that. Thank you for persisting though! And it's alright if it's not done quickly. Your stories are more than worth the wait. Thank you also for not deleting these amazing stories. I'm sure I already told you that your stories are the reason I like Namjin at all. Please never stop. The world needs your awesome stories.

"San?" I glanced up, blinking slowly. "Did you fall in or something? You've been gone awhile." I rose from my place on the floor, throwing the door open and startling Yunho. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, pushing passed him. It felt like if he stared me dead on for long enough, he would know exactly what was going on. And this was one secret I was desperate to keep.

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Three full chapters now. A cover and everything all ready. Progress is actually being made lol.