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Han Yoojin yawned crudely, jaw stretched to the fullest, earning turned heads his way. Remembering he was in public, he cleared his throat to cover up his faux pas and turned in another direction. He had stayed up all night busy putting the finishing touches up on his fan sign board. Everyone that was acquainted with him knew he was a Han Yoohyun stan. What they didn’t know was that he was a bigger bro-con than a fanboy of the K-Pop group, ‘Haeyeon’. Han Yoohyun, the leader of the internationally famous K-Pop group, was his younger brother whom he had raised since the latter was in his diapers. When he had heard his brother was scouted to become an idol, he wasn’t shocked– figuring, Yoohyun’s handsome features accompanied by his tall stature and lean muscles.
Yoohyun had merely turned 16 when he was whisked away by a talent agency in the guise of idol training. Both brothers being orphans, Han Yoohyun knew what he had to do. Despite the early trainee days when they barely got allowance enough to eat, Yoohyun would set aside part of his allowance to help out his brother (not that Yoojin would ever accept the money). It took less than 2 years for Yoohyun’s group to debut and Haeyeon immediately took off.
Haeyeon was a mixed-gender group, featuring Han Yoohyun, Baek Yerim, Kim Jiyeon and Kim Sunghan. Each member had their own charm. Being the youngest, Baek Yerim, a refreshing face in the idol industry was the group’s vocals. She had been famous since her middle school days when a viral video of her in her school’s choir caught the attention of the public. Kim Jiyeon, the other female in the group, was the group’s dancer. She was close with Yerim– acquainted with her since middle school as her senior. It was her idea to try out for S-Rank Entertainment’s open audition along with her junior. Her lithe body trained in ballet managed to impress the judges easily enough. Kim Sunghan, the oldest in the group was the group’s rapper. Despite his thick muscled body, unlike the typical lean aesthetic the industry favours, his skills were recognized through a survival reality show featuring rappers all over the country and he managed to get to the top 3 before leaving the show.
Needless to say, Yoojin was the biggest fan of his younger brother, Han Yoohyun– or more well-known as Hyunie, by his fans. Yoojin could still remember the annoyance that pulled at his younger brother’s cold stoic face when he learnt of this.
Looking down at the LED fan board he made the night before, he couldn’t help but feel proud. It was a black acrylic board wired with purple light strips. Each member had their own colour, and dark purple was Yoohyun’s. Additional white light strips were lined to spell ‘HYUNIE’ in the centre, accompanied by merch stickers he had gotten at fan sign events. His fingers trailed the outlined letters fondly, however before he could admire his work again for the n’th time, a cacophony of screams erupted from behind him– which would normally be alarming, but Han Yoojin was in front of S-Rank Entertainment office. Groups of fangirls were always situated near the entrance of talent agencies, in hopes of catching their idols and breathing in the same air as them.
“H-hey!” Yoojin found himself being pushed forward by the horde of teenage girls. Looking around, he noticed most of the girls were decked out in Seseong merch. Haeyeon had just debuted 2 years ago and had reached worldwide recognition– meanwhile, Seseong was on another level. They were the idol group that forged K-Pop to where it is in today’s society and the group that brought S-Rank Entertainment onto a gold pedestal. Each and every one of their members was famous for their talents and looks.
Just then, a van with heavily tinted windows rolled into the foyer. The group (which pushed along Yoojin), crowded near the vehicle. Unknowingly, the black-haired male that stood out amongst the girls, was right at the front. Dress shoes soon clicked on the cement flooring as security personnel came out from the office building. The big burly men pushed through the crowd, cordoning off the fangirls with their bodies. Despite all that, the fangirls were still enthusiastically screaming and reaching forward as if to reach through the security guards to get to their ‘oppas’.
Yoojin sighed. He was already in his mid-twenties. Standing forefront at the horde of teen girls, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Even with Haeyeon, whenever they had concerts or outdoor filming, he rarely joined in on the ruckus. It was rather weird to scream his lungs out for his little brother and his friends (it felt like he was intruding on Yoohyun’s school group project). Furthermore, Yoojin sees Yoohyun plenty. He has dinner most nights with his younger brother– on Yoohyun’s insistence they set this as a rule between the both of them.
Today was a special occasion. He had read on a forum that a group of Haeyeon fans were intending to create special fan signs that correlate to each member’s colour, and that spurred him to create his own special fan board just for his little brother. Yoojin was just on his way to show his brother his work that took the whole night to do– as well as have lunch with Baek Yerim (who was rather adamant they spend time together since it’s been too long 2 weeks since they’ve last met up). Who knew he’d get caught up in the horde of Seseong fans?
“OPPA!” A scream next to Yoojin’s ears nearly burst his eardrums as a tall blonde got out of the van. As his long legs stretched out of the vehicle, the crazed fans turned their fervour up a notch. The man that has just exited the van was Sung Hyunjae, the leader of Seseong. Considering his beautiful features accompanied by his soft blonde hair that glowed under the sun like gold thread, he served the visuals and vocals of the 4-member group. A business smile was plastered on his face as he waved to the crowd. With the security personnel forming a path for the idol, he managed to easily walk through the sea of fan girls.
“Oppa! Hyunjae oppa! Sign this, please!” A girl beside him waved a notebook in the air across a burly arm holding her back. The blonde graciously stopped in front of her in which Yoojin realised how tall the man was. He stood towering over the teen girls and was more than a head taller than Yoojin. He was at least as tall, if not taller than his younger brother! Yoojin stood at 175 cm, far shorter than the average height of men in South Korea these days– and yet, Han Yoohyun and Sung Hyunjae were all way above the average height as if it was the easiest thing to accomplish! Yoojin couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. He watched as the blonde took the pen provided by the girl no older than 15 and sign the notebook.
Without warning, a hard push made Yoojin lose his grip on the signboard and it skidded forward out of the crowd. Yoojin clicked his tongue, hoping his hard work didn’t go down the drain. The board had fallen face down on the hard cement floor– one would expect the LED strips to malfunction. Reaching forward, he tried pushing the arm barricading the group while watching his step. One more push and he’d risk tumbling out of the crowd and making a fool of himself.
“E-excuse me. I dropped something. Would you please let me–?” Yoojin suddenly felt someone slip into his outreached hand. Looking up, he saw golden irises staring back into his black ones. Sung Hyunjae’s eyes were blindingly beautiful. The orbs of his shone like mini suns. Yoojin raised a brow, hands shrugging out of the man’s grip.
“Um– I-I just… dropped something.” He blinked. It was as if the world has quietened down and the teen girls around him were finally not pushing him forward with the strength of a horde of wildebeest. Looking down, the board was at the security guard’s feet, untouched. Sung Hyunjae’s eyes travelled down, landing on the object Yoojin had his eyes on.
The blonde bent down to pick the board up, however, before he could hand Yoojin back his hard work, the pair of golden eyes landed on the face of the board. He registered the name on the board quickly enough, and his eyes curved up amusedly as a smirk played on his lips.
“Oh? Looks like we have a stray sheep that got lost.” The blonde handed back the signboard to Yoojin, before nodding and exiting the scene, leaving a dumbfound black-haired male in the midst of screaming fans. One playful smirk– and it was enough to set off another bout of screams from these girls.
Yoojin looked down at the signboard, a single syllable of his little brother’s name distorted due to the LED strip coming apart. He could feel his hot temper bubbling up inside him and a vein in his temple throbbing.
Oppa? More like Stinky Ahjusshi!
“You saw Sung Hyunjae?” A look of disgust marred Haeyeon’s leader’s face. Baek Yerim, who was sitting beside the tall male looked up from the bento box Han Yoojin packed specially for Haeyeon members and sneered. “That ahjusshi… His personality is… how do I put it…? Bad.” She stuck out her tongue in faux disgust out of playfulness. As the maknae of the team, she was naturally more mischievous. It wouldn’t be shocking if her interaction with a well-known sunbae came off as rude– and thus, the blonde in question to chide her. Baek Yerim was a special child that never seem to fear adults (with the exception of Han Yoojin).
“Yerim ah… Watch your words. We’re still in the office building. You don’t want people to overhear and start rumours. You too, Yoohyun.” He poured a cup of cold omija-cha from a flask and pushed it towards his younger brother. The tea was known to be good for the skin. Looking at the flawless complexion of his brother, despite not needing it, Yoojin decided it was better to be safe than sorry. He probably needed it more than his younger considering the all-nighters he pulls for his fanboying activities (i.e. surfing Haeyeon’s fan café, looking through Twitter for idol dispatch photos of his brother, etc.).
“Hmph, Ahjusshi. We’re in Haeyeon’s practice studio. Those Seseong people can’t come in here.”
“It’s still better to be safe than sorry. The industry is small, and bad-mouthing is never good for your image.”
“Yes, yes. You always nag whenever we meet, ahjusshi.” Yerim pouted, poking at her sausage shaped like a baby octopus.
“Hyung, don’t get too close to that man.” Yoohyun stared into Yoojin’s eyes. The way the deep obsidian irises stare back into his reminded Yoojin of Yoohyun when he was younger. He would always look him in the eyes– that familiar black nothingness would stare him down whenever he was being stubborn and wanted something his way. Yoojin sighed, waving to dismiss the uncalled-for request. Sung Hyunjae was a veteran in the industry and hence, would unquestionably hold some secrets. It was hard for anyone, be it actors or idols, to hold a squeaky-clean record on the numerous gossip sites, and he must have his ways.
“Hyung,” Yoohyun whined, his full lips, dark pink like rose petals, formed a pout. Yoojin felt his heart squeeze. It would make such a good photo card for the upcoming album! Yoojin couldn’t help but curse inwardly due to his lack of a camera. “Hyung, that man’s dangerous. He owns more than a quarter of the shares in this company. He isn’t a normal person.”
“He has been working for over 10 years. It would make sense he has enough money to control this company– which also means, you shouldn’t be badmouthing your boss. And, you’ll be working with him on that TV drama, no? You should try to get along with your co-workers.”
Yoohyun harrumphed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s comment. He wasn’t 5 years old anymore. His hyung would always nag at him to make friends just like that when he was in kindergarten, middle and high school. Han Yoohyun was rather anti-social, but he could read people well… Rather, it was his brother’s weakness in reading ill-intent people that would bring nasty trouble their way. However, Yoohyun settled the conversation with discontent silence and Yoojin took it as a partial agreement on his advice hence, leaving the topic at that.
With two big stacks of bento boxes in hand, Yoojin got off the taxi in front of a row of film studios. He had managed to get through the gates fine with the pass Yoohyun gave him last night. A lanyard around his neck, Yoojin entered Studio B– a tall building near the gated entrance. It was Yoohyun’s first romance drama. He had starred in smaller web dramas before, however, a serial show airing on prime-time TV was a first– which meant that Yoohyun was slowly growing his career. Most idols tend to focus on idol activities for the first couple of years or so, branching out to building their solo career or acting. It was still early for Yoohyun to be getting into acting, however, with his face, there were casting directors for dramas and reality TV shows asking for a slice of the fame that came with Han Yoohyun.
The film set was rather big– with high ceilings that were geared with camera and lighting equipment and rooms built with thick walls like building blocks, and the sheer amount of people part of the production crew, Yoojin felt a little overwhelmed. As he stepped in, no one looked his way, treating him as a regular passerby. Most of them were wrapped up in work, either preparing props for the set, reviewing past film footage or carrying out menial chores for the talents.
“Oh, hello, little sheep.” Before Yoojin could get lost in the cacophony of sounds and people, he was dragged back to reality by a somewhat familiar voice. His head turned to face a handsome blonde. Today, Sung Hyunjae was sporting a black leather jacket with a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. Even with the simple garb, his looks carried the outfit. Fake blood spots were splattered on his shirt, accompanied by special effects makeup at the corner of his mouth, imitating a split lip.
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi,” Yoojin bowed slightly, greeting the man.
“What’s a lost little sheep like you doing here in the wolves’ den?” Hyunjae neared. His woody cologne hit Yoojin in the nose, tickling his olfactory nerves.
“I see that you’re playing the villain in this drama. Suits you well, Sung Hyunjae-ssi, or should I say, Mr Wolf?”
The blonde laughed. With his hair combed and gelled back to accentuate his sharp foreign features that were ever so slightly Western due to his mixed blood and the makeup that made him look more like a rogue than a gentleman, Yoojin couldn’t help but feel something pull at his heartstrings– but that notion was easily quashed by his consciousness. He could tell why the leader of Seseong would have an army of stans worldwide. He was almost swept off his feet by Hyunjae’s mere looks alone. Yoojin did not have enough time to stan another idol– he was far too busy with Han Yoohyun.
“Then, shall Mr Sheep tell me why you’re here? I’m sure it’s not for me to take a nice bite out of that soft cheeks of yours?”
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi, I’m sure someone working here could direct me to where I need to go. Doesn’t the big Hallyu star have more important things to do?” However, before Sung Hyunjae could reply, Yoojin felt an arm wrap around his chest, pulling him back to land softly against a hard chest. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he turned to look behind him. “Y-Yoohyun. You scared me.” He patted the arm across his collarbone. Yoohyun’s warm hand gripped Yoojin’s t-shirt tightly, as if afraid he’d lose his hyung to the blonde in front of him.
“Hyung,” Yoohyun’s hold had not lessened. Eyes similar to kinder ones the older holds, yet much fierce and burning with possessiveness stared down at the blonde across them. “You should have texted.”
“It’s fine, I don’t want you getting out of your way to fetch me. Aren’t I here in one piece?” He patted the arm again, signalling lightly for the younger to let go of him.
“I see. I didn’t know our brat has a little sheep as an older brother.” Hyunjae smiled, a cryptic grin on his pink lips.
If stares could kill, Yoohyun’s glare would have already decapitated the mixed blood. A low rumble deep in the younger’s chest grew to an irritated growl. “Hyung, didn’t I tell you to stay away from him?”
“Yoohyun ah, I’ve just gotten here. What do you want me to do when Hyunjae-ssi came up to me first?” Yoojin shrugged out of his brother’s grasp, finally too impatient to calm his brother down and get the obsessive young one to let go of him. “Don’t be angry anymore. I’ve brought lunch. We can eat it in the dressing room.”
With that, the stubborn young idol cooled down like a house fire doused in water. A small pout formed at his lips, but the glare in his eyes lessened. However, what came out of his hyung’s mouth next sparked a bigger fire in him– a fire as big as a forest fire in the dry summer months.
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi, please join us for lunch if you’d like.”
“This is really good, Yoojin-gun. You must be very skilled in cooking.” Sung Hyunjae set his chopsticks down after taking a bite of the fried chicken Yoojin had prepared and packed alongside rice and numerous small side dishes. From homemade pickles to his signature potato salad and a tomato soup he took hours to prepare, the multi-layered bento was filled with delicacies. Yoohyun had his own box, whereas Yoojin and Hyunjae shared– which meant the two were sitting closer to each other.
The youngest stabbed his food up with a fork, muttering something about Hyunjae being ‘not worthy’ of his hyung’s food. However, the two sharing the meal were happy enough to let Yoohyun’s angry mumbles fall on deaf ears.
“Hyung, let me eat your egg rolls.” Yoohyun, chopsticks poised in hand, stretched over to pick at the meal box. His chopsticks hit Hyunjae’s incoming ones. “Ah no, I want your chicken.” Again, he intercepted the blonde’s chopsticks.
This went on several more times under the watchful eyes of Yoojin, who was far too dumbfounded at his younger’s childishness and the fact that Hyunjae, who seemed like the most put-together adult, fighting back.
“Um, Yoohyun ah… Please stop playing with your utensils… Hyunjae-ssi– t-too… I apologize for my brother’s behaviour. Here,” Yoojin decided to put their foolish feud to an end before it grew into something bigger. Picking up an egg roll, he held it out in front of Sung Hyunjae.
The blonde stopped his chopstick fight in response, clearing his throat as if to shake off his silliness of playing along with the young idol. A slight blush crept up his neck, but it never had a chance to make its way up to his face– maintaining a perfectly polished façade. His lips formed a slight smile as he leaned forward.
What happened next shocked even Yoohyun himself. The blonde had opened his mouth to meet his hyung’s chopsticks! Those perfect lips closed around Yoojin’s chopsticks almost sensually, golden suns maintaining eye contact with the younger male. The latter could feel his heart squeeze once more– feeling the impending crisis of falling for another idol. Sung Hyunjae had an irresistible charm. Mundane activities like eating or drinking could sweep even gods off their feet. He was an apostle– looks so perfect and beautiful, he made regular people look like swine.
“Sung Hyunjae!” Yoohyun raised his voice, rattling his hyung awake from the trance.
“Thank you, Yoojin-gun. It’s really sweet.” Hyunjae chewed slowly, his deep-set eyes containing a tinge of mischievousness.
Yoojin’s cheeks lit aflame. The egg rolls he had made today were in Yoohyun’s preference– which was savoury egg rolls. Yoojin preferred sweet egg rolls, but since he was cooking for Yoohyun, he decided to go for savoury ones with cubes of spam and bell peppers. Therefore, the egg roll Sung Hyunjae had couldn’t possibly be sweet. The black-haired male realised why Sung Hyunjae had been crowned the top bachelor in the whole of Asia. This man knew he was handsome and could use it to his advantage– needless to say, he has game.
Yoojin found the chopsticks Hyunjae had just eaten off in his mouth. His teeth nibbled on the utensils mindlessly, sucking on them.
It’s really sweet, indeed.
Needless to say, Sung Hyunjae had welcomed another stan into his army of fan girls willing to die for the Apollo incarnate.