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MidReal Story
The KPop Idol's ExGirlfriend
Scenario:POV: you are at an ATEEZ Dance party sleepover and TWO of the ATEEZ members fall for you and you like Jung Wooyoung but he uses you as a toy to play with but you don't know he's using you and flirting with other girl and you are a girl in this story.
The Members:
Choi San
Vocals
Since 2018
Korean
PARK SEONG HWA
Vocals
Since 2018
Korean
Jung Wooyoung
Vocals
Since 2018
Korean
Kim Hong Joong
Rapper/Leader
Since 2018
Korean
Kang Yeo-sang
Vocals
Since 2018
Korean
Song Min-gi
Rapper
Since 2018
Korean
Jeong Yun-ho
Vocals
Since 2018
Korean
Choi Jong-ho
Main Vocals/Maknae
Since 2018
Korean
You
Main Rapper
Since 2018
American
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You
She is a fan of the Kpop group ATEEZ and attends a dance party with her friends. She is shy,innocent,and infatuated. At the party,she gets close to Jung Wooyoung,believing him to be interested in her too. However,she later discovers that he was playing with her as an experiment. Devastated by the betrayal,she distances herself from the others and grapples with heartbreak while still enjoying the concert.
Choi San
He is a member of ATEEZ and Jung Wooyoung's close friend. He is observant,protective,and straightforward. At a dance party,he notices Jung Wooyoung's experiment with the protagonist and tries to stop him. San shows genuine concern for the protagonist's wellbeing when Jung Wooyoung's actions become clear. San's attempts to protect her during the incident show his caring nature toward her,even if he does not acknowledge romantic interest in her.
Jung Wooyoung
He is a member of ATEEZ,known for his charming and flirtatious nature. He is manipulative,carefree,and attractive. During a dance party,he plays a prank on one of his friends by using the protagonist as a test subject in an experiment to see how far he could push someone's feelings. When the truth comes out,he realizes his actions were hurtful and apologizes. Despite this,his initial treatment of the protagonist leaves her heartbroken and wary.
Today was the day of the ATEEZ fan meeting dance party and sleepover, and I was beyond excited.
I had been an ATEEZ fan for years, and I had finally gotten the chance to meet them.
My friends and I had been preparing for this event for weeks, and we were all ready to have a good time.
As we entered the venue, I couldn't help but notice how many other fans were there.
The room was packed with people, all of whom were dressed in ATEEZ merchandise.
We were all there for the same reason: to meet our idols.
After a few hours of dancing and mingling with other fans, it was time for the Q&A session with the ATEEZ members.
As I sat on the floor, waiting for the session to start, I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder.
I turned around and saw Choi San, one of the ATEEZ members, smiling at me.
"Hi," he said, sitting down next to me.
"Hello," I replied, trying to hide my excitement.
"How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you," I replied, trying to sound as cool as possible.
As we talked, I couldn't help but notice how close we were sitting.
I was practically on top of him, and my heart was racing like crazy.
You shift uncomfortably on the floor, hyper-aware of San's proximity to you.
Your gaze drifts across the crowded room, taking in the sea of excited fans.
Through the throng of people, your eyes lock with Jung Wooyoung's.
He's leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with an intense stare.
Your stomach flips as he holds your gaze, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
When he notices that you're looking back at him, his lips curve into a knowing smirk.
He pushes off the wall and starts weaving through the crowd toward you and San.
Your pulse quickens as he approaches, and you can feel San tense slightly beside you.
Wooyoung stops directly in front of you both, towering over your seated forms.
"Hey," he says, his voice low and smooth.
Then, he crouches down beside you, his knee brushing against yours as he settles onto the floor.
Your breath catches in your throat at the contact, but you try to play it cool.
Wooyoung leans forward, his face inches from yours, and whispers something in San's ear.
But his eyes never leave yours, and you can't help but feel like he's trying to tell you something without saying a word.
San shifts uncomfortably next to you, creating a small space between your bodies.
Wooyoung notices the movement and smirks again, his gaze never wavering from yours.
You're not sure what's going on between the two of them, but you can't deny the tension that crackles in the air.
Suddenly, Wooyoung glances up and over your shoulder, his eyes locking with someone across the room.
You follow his gaze and see a girl sitting in the corner, staring at him intently.
Wooyoung winks at her, and she blushes deeply before looking away.
You feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach at the sight, but you quickly push it aside. You have no right to feel that way about Wooyoung; he's just a celebrity, after all.
But as you turn back to face him, you can't help but notice the way he's still watching you with an intense stare.
It's as if he can see right through to your soul, and it makes you feel both exhilarated and terrified at the same time.
Wooyoung turns back to San and says something that makes him laugh.
As they chat, Wooyoung's hand finds its way onto your knee, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
You try to ignore the sensation, but it's impossible; Wooyoung's touch is like nothing you've ever felt before.
San clears his throat loudly next to you, drawing your attention away from Wooyoung.
You lean closer to San, straining to hear what he and Wooyoung are saying over the chatter of the crowd.
Your shoulder brushes against San's arm as you tilt your head, trying to catch their words.
Wooyoung's hand remains on your knee, his thumb tracing small circles that make it difficult for you to focus.
San notices your movement and gives you a sideways glance, his brows furrowing slightly in concern.
The girl that Wooyoung winked at earlier walks by your group, deliberately swaying her hips as she passes.
Wooyoung's eyes follow her movement, but his hand stays firmly on your knee.
"Are you okay with this?" San asks, his voice barely audible over the noise.
You nod, but Wooyoung's grip tightens slightly, and he leans in closer.
"You know," Wooyoung murmurs, his eyes flicking between you and San, "sometimes it's the unexpected connections that mean the most."
Wooyoung's hand slides up from your knee as he leans in closer, his cologne filling your senses.
The music thumps loudly around you, but you can't help but focus on the way Wooyoung's words make your heart skip a beat.
San abruptly stands up, pulling you with him by your elbow.
"She's not part of your games," San says firmly, his voice cutting through the noise.
Wooyoung laughs, the sound deep and rich, and reaches out to grab your hand.
But you step back, bumping into another fan who's dancing nearby.
As Wooyoung's eyes follow you, you notice something that makes your stomach twist in realization.
He's not just looking at you; he's also eyeing several other girls in the room with the same intensity.
The way he lingers on their curves, the calculated looks he gives them, and the whispered words in their ears - it all adds up to a picture that makes you feel sick to your stomach. "No! I don't want you Wooyoung!"
You blurt out, yanking your arm free from San's grasp.
The music continues to thump around you, and several fans nearby turn to stare at the commotion.
You push through the crowd of dancing fans, their excited chatter and laughter now sounding suffocating in your ears.
Your legs feel like jelly as you make your way to the far corner where empty chairs line the wall.
Behind you, you hear San calling your name, but you keep walking.
You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling a chill run down your spine.
The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floor as you sink into one of the chairs.
Wooyoung is already flirting with another girl near the DJ booth, whispering in her ear just like he did with you earlier.
His hand rests on her waist, and she giggles at something he says.
As you watch him, Hong Joong appears next to you, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Hey, are you alright?" Hong Joong asks softly, his voice cutting through the chaos.
You nod, but your eyes betray you, glistening with unshed tears.
"Don't let him get to you," he continues, his gaze steady and reassuring.
You stare at your trembling hands in your lap, barely registering Hong Joong's words.
Through blurred vision, you see Wooyoung leading the giggling girl to the dance floor, his hands now on her shoulders.
Your stomach churns.
You grab your purse and stand abruptly, cutting off Hong Joong mid-sentence.
"I have to go," you mutter, not meeting his eyes.
He reaches for your arm but you dodge, weaving between sweaty bodies toward the exit.
Outside, the cold air hits your face as you fumble with your car keys.
The sound of footsteps behind you makes you walk faster.
My hands fumble with the keys as footsteps get closer on the pavement behind me.
I drop them, the metal clattering against concrete.
Before I can grab them, HongJoong appears, panting slightly as he bends down to retrieve them.
"Let me drive you," he says, holding the keys out of reach when I try to snatch them back.
His eyes scan my face with genuine concern.
I shake my head and wipe my cheeks, but he gently grabs my trembling hand.
"You're in no state to drive," he insists.
Through the venue's open door, I glimpse Wooyoung still dancing with that girl.
I stare at my keys in his hand, knowing he's right but hating to admit it.
The parking lot's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the ground.
Hong Joong tugs my arm gently, leading me past rows of cars.
My legs feel heavy, each step an effort as I trail behind him.
Through the venue's windows, the pulsing lights still flash, and I catch glimpses of dancing figures.
Hong Joong's car chirps as he unlocks it, the sound making me flinch.
He opens the passenger door, waiting patiently as I hesitate.
Behind us, the bass from inside thumps steadily.
"Why do you care so much, Hong Joong?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He pauses, his hand resting on the car door. "Because I've seen how he treats people, and you deserve better."
I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling in my chest.
My legs feel heavy as I hesitate by the open car door.
Hong Joong waits patiently, his hand still extended toward me.
The parking lot lights cast long shadows while distant music thumps from the venue.
I glance back one last time, catching a glimpse of Wooyoung through the windows, now dancing with a third different girl.
The sight makes my chest tighten.
Hong Joong touches my shoulder gently, grounding me in reality.
His calm presence contrasts sharply with the chaos inside.
After taking a deep breath, I lower myself into the leather seat.
The door closes softly behind me, and I sink into the seat, watching streetlights blur past the window.
The car's quiet feels heavy after the pounding music.
My hands twist in my lap as his cologne fills the space between us.
When we stop at a red light, I catch him watching me in the reflection of his rearview mirror.
The steady hum of the engine matches my heartbeat as I gather my courage.
His fingers tap the steering wheel, patient and calm—so different from Wooyoung's restless energy.
"Did you ever think maybe you deserve better too?" I ask, my voice breaking the silence.
He looks away from the mirror, focusing on the road ahead. "I guess I've been waiting for someone to remind me of that."
His words hang in the air, a quiet revelation that shifts something between us.
I study his profile as we drive, the passing streetlights casting brief glimpses of his features.
His jaw is set, and his eyes stay fixed on the road.
When we stop at another red light, he turns to face me directly.
The car's dashboard casts a soft glow across his face, highlighting the concern etched in his features.
His dark eyes hold mine, not darting away like Wooyoung's always do.
My breath catches as I see genuine care in his gaze.
The moment stretches between us until a car horn breaks the silence.
Hong Joong blinks, breaking the spell, and turns back to the road. "I think we both need to start expecting more from the people around us," he says softly. I nod, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest, a flicker of hope igniting where doubt once lingered.
The streetlights cast shifting shadows across his face as we drive on.
His words echo in my mind, "Expecting more."
The engine hums softly, a steady heartbeat in the quiet car.
When we stop at another red light, I notice how his hands grip the steering wheel—firm but gentle.
So different from Wooyoung's restless touching.
The car feels like a cocoon, sheltered from the world outside.
My heart pounds in my chest as I lean closer to him, drawn by his steady presence.
Without thinking, I press my lips against his cheek while he's focused on the road.
He turns slightly, a surprised smile forming as the light turns green and we move forward together.
The dashboard lights cast a soft glow, illuminating his features as he navigates the empty streets.
My hand rests on the center console, mere inches from his.
The memory of kissing his cheek makes my face warm.
When we stop at another red light, I notice his hand leave the wheel, moving closer to mine.
The light changes, but he doesn't pull away.
Taking a deep breath, my fingers drift toward his.
Our hands brush against each other, sending tingles up my arm.
Without looking away from the road, he opens his palm invitingly.
I stare at his open palm on the center console, my heart racing.
The streetlights cast moving shadows across our hands.
Slowly, I reach over, my fingers brushing against his warm skin, testing the connection.
His hand remains steady, patient.
Taking a deep breath, I slide my fingers between his one by one.
His grip tightens gently around mine, thumb brushing my knuckles.
The simple touch feels more intimate than any of Wooyoung's dramatic gestures.
Hong Joong pulls into my driveway and cuts the engine, plunging us into darkness broken only by a distant streetlight.
Our hands remain linked on the console, neither of us wanting to let go first.
The silence is heavy with unspoken words.
When I finally turn to thank him for the ride, his face is closer than I expected.
His eyes drop to my lips as his free hand reaches up to brush my cheek gently.
My breath catches in my throat.
He leans in slowly, giving me all the time in the world to pull away.
But instead, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his.
His lips linger on mine for a moment before he pulls back slightly, whispering, "I've wanted to do that for so long."
I blink, surprised by the admission, and ask softly, "Why didn't you say anything before?"
He smiles, a little shyly, and replies, "I was waiting for you to be ready."
I lean back in the car seat, my lips still tingling from the kiss.
When he asks if I want to get coffee somewhere quiet, I nod without hesitation.
His thumb traces circles on my hand as he starts the engine again.
The streetlights cast shadows across his face while he drives, making him look even more handsome.
At a stop sign, he brings our joined hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles.
The tender gesture erases all thoughts of Wooyoung's games from my mind.
As the car moves forward, I realize I'm exactly where I want to be.