9M/BTS || (Sorta) Lost Girl (Eunji/V)
(Sorta) Lost Girl
Eunji/V, hints of Hyuna/Sungah etc
PG, ~1.8k.
Eunji is cast as the Wendy to Taehyung's Peter Pan in a musical. Too bad she can't carry a tune.
(written for intoaclub)
Two verses into the first run-through of her solo in Act II, the director lifts his hand.
Eunji stops singing mid-note and ducks her head. "Ah," she says, dimpling. "Yes?"
"Ah," the director echoes. "Hmm."
Under her expectant stare, he seems to have difficulty remembering what he'd meant to say. Eunji lets the director frown and hum to himself with his brows furrowed uncomfortably, her own attention distracted by the boy sitting next to him. Playing the role of Peter Pan, Kim Taehyung had begun the rehearsal with his hands in his lap and his face politely blank, but with each note Eunji pushed out of her throat, his jaw had slackened, like a slow melt, until he was staring at her with a mouth gaping in disbelief.
She makes eye contact and throws him a wink. The kid has to be at least five years younger than her, barely out of puberty. For a second, he looks even more stunned, but then the corners of his mouth twitch, and he barks out a laugh as loud as a burst dam.
Eunji's taken aback, but she manages to keep her smile in place. Maybe he just doesn't get much attention from girls.
"That was really funny," says Kim Taehyung after he's composed himself. He turns to the director and explains, "I think Park Eunji-sunbae was just joking, singing like that."
At that moment, Eunji can't tell who's more aghast: her or the director.
Understudies aren't normally assigned, since the theatre has just barely enough regular actors for one full cast. Eunji only ended up with the title because Sera kept coming over to get help with her dance steps and practice her lines, until Eunji could recite Wendy's dialogue from memory and dance Wendy's routines with her eyes closed. She never expected to make active use of her knowledge, but a week before opening night, Sera comes down with acute laryngitis and is pronounced out of commission for the next two weeks, and Eunji is called in for emergency costume re-fittings.
The one thing Sera never needed help with were her singing parts, but Eunji's overheard her practicing them often enough. When the director asks to meet for a quick assessment, Eunji figures she can wing it.
The director decides to skip the rest of the solo, and asks them to run the scene where Peter Pan teaches Wendy and her brothers how to fly. It's a dance sequence, so Eunji readily toes off her sneakers and grabs her ankle behind her to warm up. On the other side of the stage, Kim Taehyung does cross-body stretches, peering warily at her through his arms. Neither Eunji nor the director had reacted after his outburst, and he'd petered off into an awkward cough.
Eunji thinks about calling out to him with a, "Let's work hard!" or a fist pump, but she balks every time she thinks about his comment. Like, really? He thought her singing was so bad she had to be joking? Eunji's not a huge stickler for formality, but Kim Taehyung looks so young the insult is just that bit more grating.
The director counts to three. They don't have the budget or safety precautions for wires, so most of the dance is spent climbing the prop beds and running up and down staircases painted to match the set wallpaper. It's not a hard routine at all. Eunji kills it without breaking a sweat, and responds with a bright smile when the director praises her. There's still a crinkle of worry between his brows, but she dismisses it. If he wants to worry, that's fine. She's not a great singer, but the songs aren't hard. They'll work it out.
The director ends the rehearsal there and tells them he'll be in contact soon. Eunji puts on her shoes and scoops up her bag in one swift motion, but Kim Taehyung's not far behind, and they end up exiting the theatre together with a metre of awkward space between them.
Eunji spots Sera immediately, out front with her hands anxiously clasped around a medium-size sketchbook. Hyuna is next to her, tall and cool behind a pair of sunglasses. Eunji waves, her lips curling in an automatic pout, and Sera's face takes on an almost comical expression of concern.
"Taetae-yah, hey, Taehyung-ah!"
Eunji turns in time to see Kim Taehyung go pink. He bats his arm in a signal to desist, but Eunji can tell the three boys behind him aren't even looking at their friend. The one yelling has his eyes firmly on Sera, like he's hoping she'll look over if he makes enough noise. The other two are marginally more discreet. One of them seems even younger than Kim Taehyung, sneaking shy, pubescent glances at Hyuna's long legs, but the third boy meets Eunji's eyes with a polite nod. He's also the only one who looks like he wasn't born a decade later than her.
"Jimin, shut up!" Kim Taehyung hisses. He accidentally smacks one of his other friends, trying to cover the loud one's mouth. Sera glances over at the resulting yelp, and the loud one turns red and goes quiet so fast it's like the ground swallowed him up.
Whatever. Eunji tosses her hair and grabs Sera's hands. She says, piteously, "Unni, I need chicken skewers."
"I dunno how he could think I was joking." Eunji tears the last piece of chicken off her third skewer with her teeth. "What a weird kid. Seriously weird!"
"He's what, fifteen?" Hyuna shrugs a shoulder, sliding the meat off her own skewer with her fingers. "Boys only have half their brains developed at that age. The penis half."
taehyung is 17, Sera scribbles in her sketchbook. he's nice :) i'm sure he didn't mean it
"Am I a bad singer?" Eunji demands.
Sera coughs and puts down her pen. Hyuna glances down the road, pretending to spot something, but the corners of her lips turn up.
Eunji bites back a grin and throws her bare skewer in Hyuna's direction. "You guys suck. Why can't you do it instead?"
"My play with Sungah opens in three days." Hyuna picks up Eunji's skewer and waves it like a knife. "Which I didn't need to tell you, right, since you're bringing me flowers on opening night."
"A dozen roses," says Eunji. "Each stem wrapped in a condom. You're just going to spend the whole third act making out again and make Hyunjoo-unni call it post-modern in her review."
Sera holds up her sketchbook: LOL.
"Like that's not what you want to see." Hyuna sniffs. "There's no one available from outside, huh? What if you swap roles with someone in the cast? Kyungri?"
"Kyungri is Tiger Lily, so she has to sing too. I'll give it another try," says Eunji. "I can't be that unteachable."
Famous last words, Eunji thinks as she drops her head against the wall. Kim Taehyung shrinks with a wince behind the papier-mâché branch next to her. Forty-five minutes ago, Eunji entered the theatre to find Kim Taehyung apparently playing hide and seek with himself in the leafy corner of the Lost Boys set. They've been there since, practicing a duet in the shared hope that Eunji would sound better with a partner.
"We can take a break," Kim Taehyung suggests, hesitant. "Do you want coffee?"
"That sounds great," Eunji says to her shoes, eyes closed. She feels Kim Taehyung depart more than she hears it, his shadow briefly darkening the space behind her eyelids before he's gone.
Barely a minute later, there's a scuffle of feet before her, and Eunji opens her eyes to see Kim Taehyung bowed ninety degrees and holding out a Starbucks can. "Park Eunji-sunbaenim, I apologize for yesterday. My behaviour was rude and thoughtless."
Eunji straightens immediately, then thinks better of it and leans forward to take the can. Kim Taehyung's face is solemn as a funeral, but the tops of his cheeks turn faintly pink when their fingers brush. Mollified to the point of being a little mortified, Eunji shakes her head. She hadn't really been mad. It was an off-putting first encounter, for sure, but he's not the first teen boy she's met to put his foot in his mouth. This guy still has all his baby fat. "Taehyung-ah," she addresses him familiarly for the first time. "You can just call me noona."
"Ah," Taehyung stutters. "Ah, yes. Thank you."
"Anyway, don't worry about it." Eunji slides down the wall into a squat, cracking open the lid of her coffee. She takes a sip. "This would probably go faster if we just grabbed someone off the street and taught them from the top." She looks up, and Kim Taehyung's face is caught between amusement and anxiety, like he's afraid of getting it wrong again.
"You can laugh," she says, breaking into a smile herself. "Sometimes I do tell actual jokes."
Taehyung does laugh at that. Sheepishly, with his eyes crinkled. "But you dance well," he says, and then shyly adds: "Noona."
"Aw, thanks."
They spend a minute in silence, Eunji drinking her coffee and Taehyung squeezing the set's fake leaves between his thumb and forefinger. He mimes a cry of pain with each pinch, doing as far up the top row of the branch as he can reach before dropping his arm and rubbing his hand on his shorts. He says, "Noona, you'd be a good Tinker Bell. Her dances are harder. And she, um, just tinkles."
"Yeah?" says Eunji. "Who's playing Tinker Bell now, can she sing?"
Taehyung shrugs.
"Let's ask the director about it." She puts down her coffee and climbs to her feet. Taehyung's gaze follows her up-he's not a short kid, but she's inches taller in her heeled boots. "It's short notice, but between someone forgetting a step or two, and someone flawlessly tone-deaf, I'll pick the first one."
"Noona isn't that terrible," Taehyung demurs.
"Don't try to suck up to me with lies now. I already know your true thoughts," Eunji teases. "Hey, hey, you know how you can make it all up to me?"
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes slightly wide.
"My friend's play is opening the day after tomorrow. Come see it with me and bring some flowers. Bring your friends too. Make sure they all bring flowers." Eunji winks at Taehyung for the second time since they met.
He smiles back at her, and Eunji beams, though in one corner of her mind she's already relishing the looks of trauma on these kids' faces after fifteen minutes of Hyuna's tongue down Sungah's throat.
A/N:
- ???
Eunji/V, hints of Hyuna/Sungah etc
PG, ~1.8k.
Eunji is cast as the Wendy to Taehyung's Peter Pan in a musical. Too bad she can't carry a tune.
(written for intoaclub)
Two verses into the first run-through of her solo in Act II, the director lifts his hand.
Eunji stops singing mid-note and ducks her head. "Ah," she says, dimpling. "Yes?"
"Ah," the director echoes. "Hmm."
Under her expectant stare, he seems to have difficulty remembering what he'd meant to say. Eunji lets the director frown and hum to himself with his brows furrowed uncomfortably, her own attention distracted by the boy sitting next to him. Playing the role of Peter Pan, Kim Taehyung had begun the rehearsal with his hands in his lap and his face politely blank, but with each note Eunji pushed out of her throat, his jaw had slackened, like a slow melt, until he was staring at her with a mouth gaping in disbelief.
She makes eye contact and throws him a wink. The kid has to be at least five years younger than her, barely out of puberty. For a second, he looks even more stunned, but then the corners of his mouth twitch, and he barks out a laugh as loud as a burst dam.
Eunji's taken aback, but she manages to keep her smile in place. Maybe he just doesn't get much attention from girls.
"That was really funny," says Kim Taehyung after he's composed himself. He turns to the director and explains, "I think Park Eunji-sunbae was just joking, singing like that."
At that moment, Eunji can't tell who's more aghast: her or the director.
Understudies aren't normally assigned, since the theatre has just barely enough regular actors for one full cast. Eunji only ended up with the title because Sera kept coming over to get help with her dance steps and practice her lines, until Eunji could recite Wendy's dialogue from memory and dance Wendy's routines with her eyes closed. She never expected to make active use of her knowledge, but a week before opening night, Sera comes down with acute laryngitis and is pronounced out of commission for the next two weeks, and Eunji is called in for emergency costume re-fittings.
The one thing Sera never needed help with were her singing parts, but Eunji's overheard her practicing them often enough. When the director asks to meet for a quick assessment, Eunji figures she can wing it.
The director decides to skip the rest of the solo, and asks them to run the scene where Peter Pan teaches Wendy and her brothers how to fly. It's a dance sequence, so Eunji readily toes off her sneakers and grabs her ankle behind her to warm up. On the other side of the stage, Kim Taehyung does cross-body stretches, peering warily at her through his arms. Neither Eunji nor the director had reacted after his outburst, and he'd petered off into an awkward cough.
Eunji thinks about calling out to him with a, "Let's work hard!" or a fist pump, but she balks every time she thinks about his comment. Like, really? He thought her singing was so bad she had to be joking? Eunji's not a huge stickler for formality, but Kim Taehyung looks so young the insult is just that bit more grating.
The director counts to three. They don't have the budget or safety precautions for wires, so most of the dance is spent climbing the prop beds and running up and down staircases painted to match the set wallpaper. It's not a hard routine at all. Eunji kills it without breaking a sweat, and responds with a bright smile when the director praises her. There's still a crinkle of worry between his brows, but she dismisses it. If he wants to worry, that's fine. She's not a great singer, but the songs aren't hard. They'll work it out.
The director ends the rehearsal there and tells them he'll be in contact soon. Eunji puts on her shoes and scoops up her bag in one swift motion, but Kim Taehyung's not far behind, and they end up exiting the theatre together with a metre of awkward space between them.
Eunji spots Sera immediately, out front with her hands anxiously clasped around a medium-size sketchbook. Hyuna is next to her, tall and cool behind a pair of sunglasses. Eunji waves, her lips curling in an automatic pout, and Sera's face takes on an almost comical expression of concern.
"Taetae-yah, hey, Taehyung-ah!"
Eunji turns in time to see Kim Taehyung go pink. He bats his arm in a signal to desist, but Eunji can tell the three boys behind him aren't even looking at their friend. The one yelling has his eyes firmly on Sera, like he's hoping she'll look over if he makes enough noise. The other two are marginally more discreet. One of them seems even younger than Kim Taehyung, sneaking shy, pubescent glances at Hyuna's long legs, but the third boy meets Eunji's eyes with a polite nod. He's also the only one who looks like he wasn't born a decade later than her.
"Jimin, shut up!" Kim Taehyung hisses. He accidentally smacks one of his other friends, trying to cover the loud one's mouth. Sera glances over at the resulting yelp, and the loud one turns red and goes quiet so fast it's like the ground swallowed him up.
Whatever. Eunji tosses her hair and grabs Sera's hands. She says, piteously, "Unni, I need chicken skewers."
"I dunno how he could think I was joking." Eunji tears the last piece of chicken off her third skewer with her teeth. "What a weird kid. Seriously weird!"
"He's what, fifteen?" Hyuna shrugs a shoulder, sliding the meat off her own skewer with her fingers. "Boys only have half their brains developed at that age. The penis half."
taehyung is 17, Sera scribbles in her sketchbook. he's nice :) i'm sure he didn't mean it
"Am I a bad singer?" Eunji demands.
Sera coughs and puts down her pen. Hyuna glances down the road, pretending to spot something, but the corners of her lips turn up.
Eunji bites back a grin and throws her bare skewer in Hyuna's direction. "You guys suck. Why can't you do it instead?"
"My play with Sungah opens in three days." Hyuna picks up Eunji's skewer and waves it like a knife. "Which I didn't need to tell you, right, since you're bringing me flowers on opening night."
"A dozen roses," says Eunji. "Each stem wrapped in a condom. You're just going to spend the whole third act making out again and make Hyunjoo-unni call it post-modern in her review."
Sera holds up her sketchbook: LOL.
"Like that's not what you want to see." Hyuna sniffs. "There's no one available from outside, huh? What if you swap roles with someone in the cast? Kyungri?"
"Kyungri is Tiger Lily, so she has to sing too. I'll give it another try," says Eunji. "I can't be that unteachable."
Famous last words, Eunji thinks as she drops her head against the wall. Kim Taehyung shrinks with a wince behind the papier-mâché branch next to her. Forty-five minutes ago, Eunji entered the theatre to find Kim Taehyung apparently playing hide and seek with himself in the leafy corner of the Lost Boys set. They've been there since, practicing a duet in the shared hope that Eunji would sound better with a partner.
"We can take a break," Kim Taehyung suggests, hesitant. "Do you want coffee?"
"That sounds great," Eunji says to her shoes, eyes closed. She feels Kim Taehyung depart more than she hears it, his shadow briefly darkening the space behind her eyelids before he's gone.
Barely a minute later, there's a scuffle of feet before her, and Eunji opens her eyes to see Kim Taehyung bowed ninety degrees and holding out a Starbucks can. "Park Eunji-sunbaenim, I apologize for yesterday. My behaviour was rude and thoughtless."
Eunji straightens immediately, then thinks better of it and leans forward to take the can. Kim Taehyung's face is solemn as a funeral, but the tops of his cheeks turn faintly pink when their fingers brush. Mollified to the point of being a little mortified, Eunji shakes her head. She hadn't really been mad. It was an off-putting first encounter, for sure, but he's not the first teen boy she's met to put his foot in his mouth. This guy still has all his baby fat. "Taehyung-ah," she addresses him familiarly for the first time. "You can just call me noona."
"Ah," Taehyung stutters. "Ah, yes. Thank you."
"Anyway, don't worry about it." Eunji slides down the wall into a squat, cracking open the lid of her coffee. She takes a sip. "This would probably go faster if we just grabbed someone off the street and taught them from the top." She looks up, and Kim Taehyung's face is caught between amusement and anxiety, like he's afraid of getting it wrong again.
"You can laugh," she says, breaking into a smile herself. "Sometimes I do tell actual jokes."
Taehyung does laugh at that. Sheepishly, with his eyes crinkled. "But you dance well," he says, and then shyly adds: "Noona."
"Aw, thanks."
They spend a minute in silence, Eunji drinking her coffee and Taehyung squeezing the set's fake leaves between his thumb and forefinger. He mimes a cry of pain with each pinch, doing as far up the top row of the branch as he can reach before dropping his arm and rubbing his hand on his shorts. He says, "Noona, you'd be a good Tinker Bell. Her dances are harder. And she, um, just tinkles."
"Yeah?" says Eunji. "Who's playing Tinker Bell now, can she sing?"
Taehyung shrugs.
"Let's ask the director about it." She puts down her coffee and climbs to her feet. Taehyung's gaze follows her up-he's not a short kid, but she's inches taller in her heeled boots. "It's short notice, but between someone forgetting a step or two, and someone flawlessly tone-deaf, I'll pick the first one."
"Noona isn't that terrible," Taehyung demurs.
"Don't try to suck up to me with lies now. I already know your true thoughts," Eunji teases. "Hey, hey, you know how you can make it all up to me?"
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes slightly wide.
"My friend's play is opening the day after tomorrow. Come see it with me and bring some flowers. Bring your friends too. Make sure they all bring flowers." Eunji winks at Taehyung for the second time since they met.
He smiles back at her, and Eunji beams, though in one corner of her mind she's already relishing the looks of trauma on these kids' faces after fifteen minutes of Hyuna's tongue down Sungah's throat.
A/N:
- ???