ayy #11 😌
have you guys chosen your bias for the upcoming wanna one? (well, that is if your bias(es) from pd101 was eliminated, just like mine)
i don't think i have bc the top 11 are such lovely people, but right now i am putting my focus and support to hwang minhyun as i believe what he is going through is tough and indescribable. love you, emperor hwang 💓
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"wait, when was this again?" daehwi asks, interrupting jihoon's story.

jihoon's eyelids flutter. "excuse me?"

"i mean, the estimated time of when this happened."

"perhaps around late february or late march, i guess?" jihoon shrugs. "i don't know. it felt like it has been centuries ago."

"and it was in seoul?" daehwi asks again, his eyes shows curiosity rather than mischievousness.

ong clicks his tongue. "i swear daehwi-yah, what are you trying to imply-"

"that's why yeonjoo looked so.. familiar." daehwi collects all the puzzle pieces together. "that's why.. this sounded familiar.."

jihoon shakes his head while giving out a disheartened laugh. "i swear, if you're saying that you're a very close relative to yeonjoo-"

"not exactly." daehwi's eyes brightens. "you said that yeonjoo was the daughter of the groom, am i correct?"

jihoon nods.

"and was that the wedding where i only came because my mother was close to the bride and i wanted to steal the intriguing desserts?"

jihoon raises his eyebrow, "um, how would i have known that?"

"yeah that question wasn't for you," daehwi continues blabbering. "and was that the wedding where a visitor accidentally poured orange juice on the bride's dress?"

jihoon immediately has his ears opened. "excuse me, what did you say?"

"you know, there was that couple who went up and kind of spilled orange juice to the bride's dress because they hadn't held a grip correctly to it?" daehwi shoves a handful of chips to his throat.

jihoon pauses. "how did you know that?"

"i was there. with my mom. for desserts." daehwi replies shortly as if he was stating the obvious. "but i'm correct, right?"

jihoon sighs.

ong chuckles. "park jihoon, what have you done?"

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and it is true, kim yeonjoo and i were 'the couple' who spilled orange juice on the bride's dress.

it all went to fast, as far as i remember. yeonjoo and i were talking, laughing to the point i wanted to cry even— as the conversation we were having involved a lot of memories and inside jokes only a sm trainees would know. you might think that being able to know this is considered as a luxury, but trust me, you wouldn't want to know how it is closest refer to the meaning of 'trash'.

"i'm thirsty." i mumbled softly, my voice as unstable as a drunk man's.

"hm?" yeonjoo turned around, her hand wrapped around mine. "yeah, we should get drinks first."

".. we're not greeting the wedded first?"

"we have priorities."

i chuckled as i pulled her to the bartender with me. she looked so excited and carefree, i barely even recognized her. perhaps this is what happens when are alone with kim yeonjoo; you'd know her real, free character in a span of few hours.

"park jihoon," she held the orange juice that was poured into a wine glass, (an idea that i suggested) "what should we cheer for?"

i held the glass in the most elegant way i could drink orange juice and wheezed. "you are so extra."

"says the boy who suggested to drink orange juice out of a wine glass." she examined her glass closely. "this reminds me of iteen boys's future concept."

"what, oranges?"

"no, flower boys with abs." she scrunched her nose. "cute and sexy, that's what their aiming."

"and you think sanha could actually pull that off?"

"that giraffe?" she smiled. "ask him to arouse your grandma, i think he'd do a great job."

"how about we dedicate this.." i raised the glass, "for our revived friendship."

"baby, we barely did had one during our sm training." our glasses sharing the same 'cling' sound when we cheered. "but i accept it anyway."

and let's just say we brought up the orange juice while we were greeting the wedded couple and their closest families, but we were too busy talking to each other to even care. besides, we didn't think anyone recognized her anyway. yeonjoo was turning around to greet the next person when she did it too aggressively, her hand quickly lost its grip to the glass, spilling the substance to —

oh.

the bride's dress.

"yeonjoo," i held her arm. "um,"

the bride was shocked. her dad was shocked. the whole room fell silent. yeonjoo only could widen her eyes and bowed in fully 90 degrees. "oh my god, i'm so sorry! i'm so truly sorry!"

"yeonjoo?" the groom, which i assume is her dad, looked at her strangely. "you came?"

she nodded. "yes, and i now truly regret that-" before she could finish her sentence, the man pulled her and gave her the biggest hug. i could only stare at the two awkwardly, adjusting myself with the relatives' atmosphere.

"i thought you won't come." the man sobbed quietly, trying not to cry. "did your mother..?"

yeonjoo shook her head and looked at me with reassurance. the groom looked at me and smiled. "and you must be yeonjoo's boyfriend-"

"just a friend. colleague, even." i bowed. "i am just here to accompany her."

"well i am glad you are willing to." he smiled warmly.

"we are truly sorry for what happened, i wasn't in my right mind." yeonjoo said apologetically, her eyes red.

"no, it's okay." the bride reassured, her eyes shifted to the both of us slowly. "you must've been very hyped."

i was surprised that the both of us weren't kicked out after that. but afterwards, i was also glad that the accident did not ruin yeonjoo's carefree mood, as she still kept blabbering after that.

"that was nice." she murmured softly after i accompanied her back to her house. "and you looked nice, too."

i looked down at the formal outfit she chose for me that did not involve bowties and unmatched shoelaces. "is this what you call fashion?"

she shrugged. ".. no, but the one way to say it is how to not look like a freak in a wedding."

i huffed. "even if i wore neon shoelaces to prom, you'd probably still go with me."

"you're so confident, park jihoon. it surprises me."

"would you? go to prom with me?" i asked playfully.

she giggled. "go to sleep. you had too much orange juice." she walked to her doorstep.

"i'll say that as a yes."

"good night, park jihoon." she turned around and smiled before closing the door.

"you're leaving me hanging, kim yeonjoo!"

"don't get lost on your way to the subway station." the door closed, leaving me and the flickering lights alone.

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"you know, if i didn't know you guys, i would've thought you were two teenagers coming home after prom." minhyun reprimands, his voice cracked after too much laughing.

jihoon only could smile, because he wasn't sure that he could actually reassure that he'd go to prom with her this year.

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i have thoughts on writing a jinseob fanfic! (woojin x hyungseob) takes place sometime after the top 11 announcement. i'll tell you if it's published!

- yuehwa